<?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-5598752608521394035</id><updated>2011-08-27T05:52:18.317-07:00</updated><category term='Beginners Blog'/><title type='text'>The Scanlans</title><subtitle type='html'>It's as simple as something that nobody knows that his eyes are as big as his bubbly toes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-971173131850269071</id><published>2010-09-09T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:33:39.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garden</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to try and garden. I admire the people who can grow vegetables and then eat them with their lunch or dinner. I think it is the coolest that they can have their own little farmers market right in their backyard. I have shyed away from it, not knowing where to start. Plus, I have a tiny little backyard and the heat here is extreme! Would anything ever grow? And so if you are reading this thinking that I started one, I didn't. I hate to disappoint, but I just didn't. BUT, my mother-in-law grew some wicked (good) tomatoes this summer and we were able to partake! Thanks Mom! Here is the yummy "salad" I made with her tomatoes. And perhaps this will inspire me to try gardening!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TIjhMJnGJ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/tLcnXBnt-oo/s1600/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514905342569752514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TIjhMJnGJ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/tLcnXBnt-oo/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                            Tomatoes, mozzarella, basil, EVOO, salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-971173131850269071?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/971173131850269071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=971173131850269071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/971173131850269071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/971173131850269071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/garden.html' title='A Garden'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TIjhMJnGJ8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/tLcnXBnt-oo/s72-c/IMG_1498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2440758606866640490</id><published>2010-07-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:06:43.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Herschel Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6asvz5CFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fVOzFAuhbpQ/s1600/IMG_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489495089350248530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6asvz5CFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fVOzFAuhbpQ/s320/IMG_1505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; First day of Swim Lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6asBVtzbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/2VLjUCXHi-E/s1600/IMG_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489495076875652530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6asBVtzbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/2VLjUCXHi-E/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving his "teacher" Matt a high five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6arUQkvDI/AAAAAAAAA1I/po4IjGGcVlg/s1600/IMG_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489495064774491186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6arUQkvDI/AAAAAAAAA1I/po4IjGGcVlg/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready to get in the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6aqXlEzeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/gQNJbWt0Jw0/s1600/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489495048485916130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6aqXlEzeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/gQNJbWt0Jw0/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Alligator arms across the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6apezYB0I/AAAAAAAAA04/zjecG7gYUf4/s1600/IMG_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489495033245075266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6apezYB0I/AAAAAAAAA04/zjecG7gYUf4/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Quinn with his class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I signed Quinn up for swimming lessons this summer through Mesa Parks and Rec. If you are looking for a high calibur, intense, educational swimming lesson experience, then DO NOT go here! I guess I was looking for a class that would actually teach him how to swim. Quinn was very excited at first, but as the lessons went on he became less and less enthusiastic. I had to start bribing him with candy to stay in the pool for the whole lesson. I mean, how many times can you "paint" your arms blue and your legs red? They did a few kicking exercises and a few "alligator" arms as they walked across the shallow end, but that was about it. It was a little disappointing for me, and Quinn still doesn't know how to swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2440758606866640490?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2440758606866640490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2440758606866640490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2440758606866640490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2440758606866640490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/swim-herschel-swim.html' title='Swim Herschel Swim'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6asvz5CFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fVOzFAuhbpQ/s72-c/IMG_1505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1628509998499732523</id><published>2010-07-02T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:59:04.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotter Than Hot</title><content type='html'>Now I am not one to swear (well maybe not), but it gets hotter than hell here! So, on a good hot afternoon I fill the water table up and let the kids go nuts! This "activity" can kill a good two hours in the afternoon. They love it! I have fun watching them dump water, splash eachother, and ofcourse, make mud pies. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6Yq3GTZkI/AAAAAAAAA0w/spcNSXsYPe4/s1600/IMG_1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489492857923528258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6Yq3GTZkI/AAAAAAAAA0w/spcNSXsYPe4/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6YqSooBAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5-g5vQIQ75A/s1600/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489492848135373826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6YqSooBAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5-g5vQIQ75A/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6YprtaohI/AAAAAAAAA0g/CJvueg0GhMg/s1600/IMG_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489492837686485522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6YprtaohI/AAAAAAAAA0g/CJvueg0GhMg/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6Yo4LjJ-I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nJw0OV6-3nw/s1600/IMG_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489492823854229474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6Yo4LjJ-I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nJw0OV6-3nw/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6YocTSrDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/yw4qt_4FEeQ/s1600/IMG_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489492816370510898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6YocTSrDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/yw4qt_4FEeQ/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1628509998499732523?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1628509998499732523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1628509998499732523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1628509998499732523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1628509998499732523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/hotter-than-hot.html' title='Hotter Than Hot'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TC6Yq3GTZkI/AAAAAAAAA0w/spcNSXsYPe4/s72-c/IMG_1474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-874126561390732031</id><published>2010-06-01T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:00:49.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It</title><content type='html'>This picture is out of focus because A) This girl never stops and B) it was taken with my cell phone. But you can still see the gem of an outfit I picked up at Target for her for $5. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TAXWQzk4N3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/PvcwkQ_5aNI/s1600/IMG00352%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478020105977214834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TAXWQzk4N3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/PvcwkQ_5aNI/s320/IMG00352%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are the 70's coming back or what? The one piece tank/short! Are you kidding me?!? Had to get it! Ofcourse it has Suzanne Somers written all over it, but I think Lucy can pull this look off! Plus it hides her enormous belly! And in case you are wondering, I have also seen these for adult women. Mostly in terry cloth, but hey, if Chrissy and Janet can get away with it, so can we!! Happy Summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-874126561390732031?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/874126561390732031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=874126561390732031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/874126561390732031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/874126561390732031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/work-it.html' title='Work It'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/TAXWQzk4N3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/PvcwkQ_5aNI/s72-c/IMG00352%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3135643407759549271</id><published>2010-05-25T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:22:03.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Self Feed</title><content type='html'>The Self Feed is a double edged sword to me. Lucy is now 15 months old and definitely showing some interest in feeding herself. But I can't decide which is worse. Sitting there feeding her, or cleaning her up after she feeds herself. I love that the self feed gives the child a bit of independence. I love that the self feed lets me have my hands free. But I hate the self feed when there is food EVERYWHERE!! Yes, I realize being a mom is cleaning up messes. But honestly, it is no fun trying to get yogurt out of ears, hair and clothes! And then to see how filthy the actual high chair is after a self feed makes me want to feed her myself. Anyways, with that said, here are some pics of Lucy's very 1st self feed. (she stole this yogurt off the table when mama wasn't looking!! I put her up in the high chair and let her go to town!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-F2MUHaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/gMvozDOWbN0/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475319517143113122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-F2MUHaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/gMvozDOWbN0/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-FTE9KkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/alLCUpR2afk/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475319507717007938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-FTE9KkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/alLCUpR2afk/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-EwyHXNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Xu2iDJ0By4c/s1600/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475319498511178962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-EwyHXNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Xu2iDJ0By4c/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-ECiDpnI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6GS6_vHgT3Y/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475319486095795826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-ECiDpnI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6GS6_vHgT3Y/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Love this one because you can see how filthy her hands are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-DklynOI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GGq65tUftfY/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475319478058392802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-DklynOI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GGq65tUftfY/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; OK, she is an angel! Look at that face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3135643407759549271?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3135643407759549271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3135643407759549271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3135643407759549271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3135643407759549271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/self-feed.html' title='The Self Feed'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_w-F2MUHaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/gMvozDOWbN0/s72-c/IMG_1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8307768901000477518</id><published>2010-05-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:12:29.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do on a Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Starring: Quinn Scanlan as the Puller&lt;br /&gt;                 Lucy Scanlan as the Pullee&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;W&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d2c8b71aae6060aa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2c8b71aae6060aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330338107%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F6BE70050BB69A763AC64F9F639107B8686924E.6050413D91A8995D85B99E51AF5901452CF708EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2c8b71aae6060aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5yBUcW2CUi9IBq7l6kQJhhxo2ag&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2c8b71aae6060aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330338107%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F6BE70050BB69A763AC64F9F639107B8686924E.6050413D91A8995D85B99E51AF5901452CF708EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2c8b71aae6060aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5yBUcW2CUi9IBq7l6kQJhhxo2ag&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quinn's Wardrobe provided by: Underroos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucy's Wardrobe provided by: Pampers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8307768901000477518?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8307768901000477518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8307768901000477518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8307768901000477518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8307768901000477518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-to-do-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Nothing to do on a Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3394497251951616899</id><published>2010-05-17T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:35:22.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Scanlan's</title><content type='html'>What do you do when ALL the Scanlan's are finally together? Take a family photo, ofcourse! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472445016123525586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHv3bmSdI/AAAAAAAAAzY/02d4BIiFKPU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucy Jane (13 months&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHvaT5I5I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/D0U-xDnK4kQ/s1600/24TRIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472445008306578322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHvaT5I5I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/D0U-xDnK4kQ/s320/24TRIM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jason, Emily, Quinn and Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHu5p2GyI/AAAAAAAAAzI/afif6rlC6ZU/s1600/15+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444999540284194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHu5p2GyI/AAAAAAAAAzI/afif6rlC6ZU/s320/15+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jason and Emily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHuUvpIhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0glRULA5Nx8/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444989632487954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHuUvpIhI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0glRULA5Nx8/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHt5zMECI/AAAAAAAAAy4/bzp6nlnMufY/s1600/09+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444982399602722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHt5zMECI/AAAAAAAAAy4/bzp6nlnMufY/s320/09+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason we all showed up, Grandma and Grandpa Scanlan!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHAliKltI/AAAAAAAAAyw/URSqUKz4lP8/s1600/96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444203865380562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHAliKltI/AAAAAAAAAyw/URSqUKz4lP8/s320/96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole Scanlan Clan! Jason has 3 younger sisters and a younger brother. There are 14 grandchildren and counting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHAHo0m7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/ovldi_od8jA/s1600/trim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444195840236466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHAHo0m7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/ovldi_od8jA/s320/trim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jason, Emily, Quinn and Lucy (can't get those kids to smile for anything!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IG_dYNQGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o3Ru6w6d7WA/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444184496259170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IG_dYNQGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/o3Ru6w6d7WA/s320/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Quinn, the whitest kid you've ever seen! But such a cutie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IG_G9tICI/AAAAAAAAAyY/zvQrTbb2yzY/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444178479521826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IG_G9tICI/AAAAAAAAAyY/zvQrTbb2yzY/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lulu, again (I seem to have a lot more pics of Lucy than I do Quinn...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IG-ZMlHKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/XCTnkImYTpU/s1600/00+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472444166193880226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IG-ZMlHKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/XCTnkImYTpU/s320/00+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Here we all are! Together for a quick weekend. Jason's sister Anna lives in Colorado, and his sister Rachel lives in Oregon. So we rarely get to see them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hats off to our photographer, Jamie, who put up with us!! To see more of her work, go &lt;a href="http://www.accidentallycreative.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3394497251951616899?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3394497251951616899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3394497251951616899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3394497251951616899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3394497251951616899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-scanlans.html' title='All the Scanlan&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S_IHv3bmSdI/AAAAAAAAAzY/02d4BIiFKPU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8793292641491573217</id><published>2010-05-06T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:56:44.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Have No Money....</title><content type='html'>When you have no money, you start trying to get creative and make your own gifts. I had to attend a baby shower and really didn't have a lot to spend! So thanks to my amazing, talented friend Brittany who had this great idea to embellish onesies. I totally stole the idea and it was a hit! I think my friend appreciated the onsies even more since they were "homemade". It was kinda nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWJx-ZUpI/AAAAAAAAAyI/83M7uWyTovo/s1600/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168361103413906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWJx-ZUpI/AAAAAAAAAyI/83M7uWyTovo/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend is naming her baby guy "HUDSON". Hence, the big H on the first onesie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWJbJvu2I/AAAAAAAAAyA/y9epKvOzLHo/s1600/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168354977004386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWJbJvu2I/AAAAAAAAAyA/y9epKvOzLHo/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only had time to finish 3, though I would have loved to do more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWI_zIU9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/LxdgKJda_A8/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168347634389970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWI_zIU9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/LxdgKJda_A8/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I thought the apple turned out the cutest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWIR_u-OI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZEwdi1e5Mmc/s1600/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168335339223266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWIR_u-OI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZEwdi1e5Mmc/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And if you want to steal this cute idea also, go &lt;a href="http://brittsoucy.blogspot.com/2010/03/diy-baby-project-embellishing-onsies.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. She gives you a step by step tutorial. (there is no real pattern, and much of the cutting is free hand, but if I can do it, anyone can do it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you will come away from her blog feeling inspired and uplifted! Isn't she awesome?!&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/5598752608521394035-8793292641491573217?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8793292641491573217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8793292641491573217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8793292641491573217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8793292641491573217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-have-no-money.html' title='When You Have No Money....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LWJx-ZUpI/AAAAAAAAAyI/83M7uWyTovo/s72-c/IMG_1390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7308400779102951932</id><published>2010-05-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:40:09.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LUpiUB9AI/AAAAAAAAAxo/18-zT4tA5LY/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166707631748098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LUpiUB9AI/AAAAAAAAAxo/18-zT4tA5LY/s320/IMG_1378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LUpHoqRnI/AAAAAAAAAxg/4RmLr2rwofY/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166700470519410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LUpHoqRnI/AAAAAAAAAxg/4RmLr2rwofY/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LUo0f5f9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/KH9u5_SqRYs/s1600/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166695333494738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LUo0f5f9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/KH9u5_SqRYs/s320/IMG_1375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I originally titled this post "Swingin'". Then I giggled and changed the title to "Swings". Aren't they cute?!?!&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/5598752608521394035-7308400779102951932?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7308400779102951932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7308400779102951932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7308400779102951932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7308400779102951932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/swings.html' title='Swings'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S-LUpiUB9AI/AAAAAAAAAxo/18-zT4tA5LY/s72-c/IMG_1378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-773568846008894953</id><published>2010-05-05T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:21:22.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>I spend a lot of afternoons outside. Lucy is awake from her nap, and Quinn just loves the outdoors. We go for walks, go to get the mail, go to the park, play in the backyard. I like it because it gives me time to think. Quinn is usually driving his blue truck around while I push Lucy in the stroller, or he is pushing Lucy while I stroll at my own pace. Either way, no kid is hanging on me begging for attention. I can feel good about the fact that we are together, while still being able to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take me to fold all that laundry?&lt;br /&gt;Lovin these kids!&lt;br /&gt;It is getting warmer&lt;br /&gt;I wish my arms looked like Rachel Freemans&lt;br /&gt;Quinn's hair looks so blonde in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Is Jess watching us?&lt;br /&gt;Did the neighbor have her baby yet?&lt;br /&gt;What should we do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to earn some money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as the outdoor time is coming to an end, I always have the same thought. "Please don't get any bigger." I love Quinn as a 3 year old and Lucy as a 1 year old. They are fun and crazy and make me laugh. I have hard days too, and from what I hear, toddler years can be some of the toughest. But I sure love the life we have right now. I love that we can all be together outside and not have to say a word, and yet we are all entertained. I love our outside time together, just because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-773568846008894953?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/773568846008894953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=773568846008894953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/773568846008894953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/773568846008894953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6323525074835837776</id><published>2010-04-01T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:43:46.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn Had a Hernia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmHCXfbJI/AAAAAAAAAxI/nPLNOG7oMhU/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238057221385362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmHCXfbJI/AAAAAAAAAxI/nPLNOG7oMhU/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day when I was getting Quinn ready for bed, I noticed that he had a little swelling by his groin area. I didn't think to much of it and the next morning I asked Jason to look at it, and right away he said "I bet that is an inguinal hernia". I had never heard of such a thing! But apparently it is quite common. I wish I could explain why and how it happens, but I can't remember! All I know is that it took surgery to repair. So a couple of weeks ago we woke Quinn up early and drove him to Cardon's Childrens Hospital. Poor guy didn't know what was going to hit him! We did try and prepare him a little. We told him they were going to fix him. We practiced the night before breathing into a mask so that he wouldn't freak when they tried to give him gas. ( he is one claustrophobic kid!) He was such a good sport and even wanted to practice when we got to the hospital. Pre-Surgery they let him ride around on a wagon type thing and he thought life was good. When they came to get him for surgery, he was a little scared and had to have daddy come. But the parents are only allowed to go so far. I am sure when they got him back to the OR they gased him immediately!! Poor guy. "He was a champ," the surgeon said "and all went well." We were there when he was coming out of the anesthesia and that was probably the worst part. These kids are mad and angry!! I held him for a long time and he did finally calm down. When we got home he took a 3 hour and nap, and when he woke up it was as if nothing ever happened. He wanted to go outside and play...drive his truck....jump....run! Ah, everything had turned out OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238040425248322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmGDy-tkI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Mf8MeZJayt4/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy pushing Quinn around the Pre-Surgery area&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmFRVLNXI/AAAAAAAAAw4/G5ST7CB3lOw/s1600/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238026878465394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmFRVLNXI/AAAAAAAAAw4/G5ST7CB3lOw/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Quinn practicing his breathing with a "mask"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmEG82aNI/AAAAAAAAAww/WAZK2sP4FBQ/s1600/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238006912215250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmEG82aNI/AAAAAAAAAww/WAZK2sP4FBQ/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And more practicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmDgjCrrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/OiPAGYQEKQA/s1600/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455237996603420338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmDgjCrrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/OiPAGYQEKQA/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The end of the road....(you can see above the door it says PEDS OR) Daddy took him as far as he could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6323525074835837776?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6323525074835837776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6323525074835837776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6323525074835837776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6323525074835837776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/quinn-had-hernia.html' title='Quinn Had a Hernia!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S7TmHCXfbJI/AAAAAAAAAxI/nPLNOG7oMhU/s72-c/IMG_1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1784910248603274462</id><published>2010-03-06T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:27:14.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZ8xxkfLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/g9fo596bER0/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724906365156530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZ8xxkfLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/g9fo596bER0/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's amazing that it's been 2 years since we said goodbye to Jessica. Sometimes people ask me how I am doing, does it feel like it was really 2 years ago. The truth is, it seems like yesterday. Even though so much has transpired it still feels so close to me. I have my moments. But I am ever so grateful for this experience. I feel like we have grown closer as a family. I feel like I have grown personally. My mom asked me the other day if I ever dreamt about her. I sadly had to say "no." But I feel like I have had glimpses into heaven and know my Jessica. I know her likes and dislikes and I know that she is watching over us. Here is her 2nd birthday in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724893904345986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZ8DWrm4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/MGEzeMUpep8/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724850149917058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZ5gW0AYI/AAAAAAAAAwA/72yAIo2b8BU/s320/IMG_1211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724843136090818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZ5GOlgsI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Zl_aR68wt-s/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZa35YvRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/F7l3omUl1h4/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724323893001490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZa35YvRI/AAAAAAAAAvw/F7l3omUl1h4/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZZioKChI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tkeq8uzKJJg/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724301003721234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZZioKChI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tkeq8uzKJJg/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZZM8EyHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/dRvTRgeUnpY/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724295181682802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZZM8EyHI/AAAAAAAAAvY/dRvTRgeUnpY/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZYZa2KQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GSS1-dYMdIo/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445724281352104194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZYZa2KQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GSS1-dYMdIo/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until we meet again........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1784910248603274462?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1784910248603274462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1784910248603274462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1784910248603274462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1784910248603274462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-years.html' title='2 Years'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S5MZ8xxkfLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/g9fo596bER0/s72-c/IMG_1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7146950022843076174</id><published>2010-02-28T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:22:59.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn Goes to School</title><content type='html'>It is hard to beleive that Quinn had his 1st day of Pre-School this past Friday. For a long time I had been trying to get him "evaluated" for his speech. He says a gajillion words, but isn't talking in full sentences and sometimes (especially to the untrained ear), he can be hard to understand. I contacted Early Intervention here in Mesa and finally after months and months, Quinn has been enrolled in a Pre-School where he will meet with a speech therapist once a week. This is all still very new to us, but my understanding is that there will also be a speech therapist in the classroom a lot of the time to observe and interact with the kids. I am hoping that just being around kids his age and learning new things will bring him out of his shell. I talked school up so that hopefully  the 1st day wouldn't be too tough on him. And he actually did quite well. We went and let him pick out his very own backpack and told him all the things he was going to do at school. When we walked in the classroom he instantly became shy, but when we met all the other kids and walked to the playground to play, he seemed to do all right. I snuck away at this point and the teacher said when he realized I was gone, he cried a little, but after that he did great! Phew!!! I think this is going to be a great experience for him! (and for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443498659521948066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxMKAe6aI/AAAAAAAAAvI/F1gVv62CgTc/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxLZjJsiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/WC1RIsWP-VM/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443498646514020898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxLZjJsiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/WC1RIsWP-VM/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxKyVpnbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/bvdr9kz4S7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443498635988409778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxKyVpnbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/bvdr9kz4S7Y/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxKDk2ilI/AAAAAAAAAuw/mgRqpA0UAog/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443498623435704914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxKDk2ilI/AAAAAAAAAuw/mgRqpA0UAog/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxJivbeCI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lTQNRzp6Y7w/s1600-h/IMG_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443498614621698082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxJivbeCI/AAAAAAAAAuo/lTQNRzp6Y7w/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The only picture of he and I before the big day, and it is out of focus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-7146950022843076174?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7146950022843076174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7146950022843076174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7146950022843076174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7146950022843076174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/quinn-goes-to-school.html' title='Quinn Goes to School'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S4sxMKAe6aI/AAAAAAAAAvI/F1gVv62CgTc/s72-c/IMG_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-4291488089927599965</id><published>2010-02-16T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:08:29.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Quinn Turns 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058892537044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3trPtIZnpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2WfzNmb_Fq8/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Talk about your February birthdays! We are 3 out of 4 here in the Scanlan household. So Quinn turned 3 on Feb. 15. It was a mellow day mostly because we did all the celebrating with family the week before. However, I woke up feeling terrible that we were just going to skim over his actual birthday. So we decided to meet Jason for lunch and go to Chuck E. Cheese. (and so that nightmare begins...) He had a great time and I am glad that we did it! The party the week before was for his and Lucy's birthdays. We had both sets of grandparents over and had a nice dinner and cupcakes for dessert. Quinn thoroughly enjoyed all the presents he got and it was the first time he unwrapped something and actually showed some emotion over what was inside! Favorite quote of the night "wow. Wow! WOW!" He also helped Lucy open all her gifts and it has been quite the challenge to explain to him that even though he opened them, they are Lucy's gifts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058932106380722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3trSAidxbI/AAAAAAAAAug/GkNvU9C2pbo/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058905013982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3trQbnIlII/AAAAAAAAAuI/fGbgx8V7w5c/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058924072456898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3trRinB0sI/AAAAAAAAAuY/52u8kAv-Ctk/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439058913017204594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3trQ5bQD3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8mbj98eQLCo/s320/IMG_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-4291488089927599965?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4291488089927599965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=4291488089927599965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4291488089927599965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4291488089927599965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-quinn-turns-3.html' title='And Quinn Turns 3'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3trPtIZnpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2WfzNmb_Fq8/s72-c/IMG_1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-4070213270239755900</id><published>2010-02-15T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:42:57.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Turns Thirty something</title><content type='html'>So my birthday is the day after Lucy's. I turned 36...blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;I got this AWESOME homemade apron from my friend Rachel H. It seriously was the highlight of the day!! Isn't it super cute? AND it is reversable! Enough said!! Thanks Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3nNXqhGITI/AAAAAAAAAtw/JdHMKRsqc90/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438603831460372786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3nNXqhGITI/AAAAAAAAAtw/JdHMKRsqc90/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438603839859365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3nNYJzklkI/AAAAAAAAAt4/B1PstfnqsPA/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-4070213270239755900?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4070213270239755900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=4070213270239755900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4070213270239755900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4070213270239755900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/emily-turns-thirty-something.html' title='Emily Turns Thirty something'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3nNXqhGITI/AAAAAAAAAtw/JdHMKRsqc90/s72-c/IMG_1140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1315477378413668296</id><published>2010-02-11T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:00:05.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy Turns One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBj01yjXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TdQpRVKLhfI/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183471366868338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBj01yjXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TdQpRVKLhfI/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lucy "eyeing" her presents&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBjZ0JQSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/DJwZSZKdkU4/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183464112210210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBjZ0JQSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/DJwZSZKdkU4/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lucy lovin' her some cake&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBi8OzcHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/DW26lQ1OQpI/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183456170963058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBi8OzcHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/DW26lQ1OQpI/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; It kind of turned out to be a "Valentine" themed party....but hey!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBiV6eYvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/1Ldj1G2ySkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183445885149938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBiV6eYvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/1Ldj1G2ySkQ/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Em with her 2 biggest accomplishments.....seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBh-ZJsYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QvP4-jMV5fI/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437183439571366274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBh-ZJsYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QvP4-jMV5fI/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Dad with his favorite people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucy is seriously the easiest baby ever! (does every mom say that?) She is so sweet and kissable! This past year went by so fast! She is growing and learning and doing the cutest things. Some of my favorite moments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking into her room to get her in the morning. She sits up, smiles and puts her arms out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching her in my rearview mirror. She smiles and fake laughs for me when she sees me watching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving her a bath. She smiles and kicks and splashes the whole time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearing her laugh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I pick her up off the floor, her feet latch onto my hip just like a little monkey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wants to be big so badly. Although she is not walking yet, she is getting close! She sees what her big brother can do and wants to do the same! Here are some photos of bath time!! Love it!! And love you Miss Lucy Jane! Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437185704493110034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TDlz4k0xI/AAAAAAAAAto/RokEnDqDcdU/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437185691809085538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TDlEod-GI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XPOcSGY2gjA/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437185685447343666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TDks7tfjI/AAAAAAAAAtY/nC0Y8Bebr0E/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1315477378413668296?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1315477378413668296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1315477378413668296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1315477378413668296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1315477378413668296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucy-turns-one.html' title='Lucy Turns One'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S3TBj01yjXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TdQpRVKLhfI/s72-c/IMG_1112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1811587064975809339</id><published>2010-02-01T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:13:45.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race</title><content type='html'>Wow! I did it! I completed the PF Chang's Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do it after I had the flu the week leading up to the race. But somehow I ran it and finished! My time was terrible and slow, but now it gives me something to try and beat! 2 hours and 24 min. It was a great experience and I definitely want to do it again....only this time I want to be healthy!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433415344389072850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S2ded993p9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/0wyPmiuM-QM/s320/almostdonerunning!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433415350307661970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S2deeUA-KJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/cjt7A3J4ZmI/s320/girls+at+race+end.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here are the other 2 rock stars that flew out to do the marathon. On the left is my sister in law Angi and the girl on the right is Lesley, her sister. Lesley ran the full marathon and didn't look like she broke a sweat! (that is water on her shirt) It sort of turned out to be a girls weekend because my sister Shannon and my other sisterin law Michele also came out. It was such fun to have all the girls together! Here we all are the night of the marathon enjoying a great big dinner, on Bob! Thanks Dad! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433416497681114290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S2dfhGUHpLI/AAAAAAAAAso/3ZYo0ck--VQ/s320/marathondinnernight+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there is so much more I could say about the marathon and fun weekend that we all had together, but my time is limited today.....I promise to continue the blog, but maybe not as often as I should!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1811587064975809339?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1811587064975809339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1811587064975809339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1811587064975809339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1811587064975809339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/race.html' title='The Race'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S2ded993p9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/0wyPmiuM-QM/s72-c/almostdonerunning!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6299235811107755211</id><published>2010-01-05T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:30:12.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>I just can't decide if I am going to continue with the blog. Obviously, I have been on a super long break with it anyway. Since joining Facebook, it seems easier to upload a couple of photos and insert some blurb, than to let the whole wide world into my crazy little mind by typing and posting photos of whatever I may be thinking about that day. HOWEVER, I do realize that by blogging, out of state relatives and friends have some way to keep up with our family. (how narcissitic am I? Well, anyone who has a blog has to be a little bit.) And the one real advantage for me is that I do not keep a journal. This was it!! Still deciding, so stay tuned. And here is the ONLY picture that we took on Christmas day....weird. Had the video camera going, but never thought to take any stills.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423448427197119106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S0P1nCC8OoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/WTWMuWm5mdU/s320/994A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6299235811107755211?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6299235811107755211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6299235811107755211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6299235811107755211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6299235811107755211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/S0P1nCC8OoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/WTWMuWm5mdU/s72-c/994A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7581238884601153936</id><published>2009-09-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:47:53.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy is Eating Solids and Doing a Million Other Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjel3sCdI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jUOP4fFxCUI/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379588763362789842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjel3sCdI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jUOP4fFxCUI/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lucy enjoying her Rice Cereal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjd2xqfWI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tdKgeCbc3-k/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379588750721056098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjd2xqfWI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tdKgeCbc3-k/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Messy Mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SqgjdeU0QXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/pgwNeEz0soI/s1600-h/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379588744157610354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SqgjdeU0QXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/pgwNeEz0soI/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was Lucy's 1st time in a high chair. She was a pro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjc8-DjMI/AAAAAAAAArs/aZ99BqkhWkM/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379588735203773634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjc8-DjMI/AAAAAAAAArs/aZ99BqkhWkM/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I put Lucy in her highchair to play with toys. I asked Quinn to get her a toy she could play with and this is what he brought her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjcdmn7sI/AAAAAAAAArk/0LSNd5qbB0g/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379588726783995586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjcdmn7sI/AAAAAAAAArk/0LSNd5qbB0g/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took Lucy and Quinn to a waterpark in Chandler and Lucy loves the water! She is extremely tired in this picture, but she had a great time AND a great nap on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgilo1xjXI/AAAAAAAAArc/o37rUewUnsw/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379587784907525490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgilo1xjXI/AAAAAAAAArc/o37rUewUnsw/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet Lucy Jane in her Bumbo seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgik-yr0yI/AAAAAAAAArU/wk6tsrArcSI/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379587773620278050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgik-yr0yI/AAAAAAAAArU/wk6tsrArcSI/s320/IMG_0731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucy chillin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Lucy Jane is now 7 months old and the time has flown! She weighs 22 pounds and by looking at her you'd never know that she was 4 weeks and a day early! She rolls over, coos, grabs things, eats solids, and laughs hysterically at her older brother. Time with the 2 kids has been priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-7581238884601153936?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7581238884601153936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7581238884601153936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7581238884601153936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7581238884601153936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucy-is-eating-solids-and-doing-million.html' title='Lucy is Eating Solids and Doing a Million Other Things'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sqgjel3sCdI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jUOP4fFxCUI/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2461539102294181846</id><published>2009-09-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:42:03.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cookie Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SqggwhYATCI/AAAAAAAAArM/xCOrZ7UDPds/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379585772858919970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SqggwhYATCI/AAAAAAAAArM/xCOrZ7UDPds/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SqggwEW9ClI/AAAAAAAAArE/60rezpwmknk/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379585765069883986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SqggwEW9ClI/AAAAAAAAArE/60rezpwmknk/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my most favorite "projects" to do with Quinn is making cookies. He LOVES it! I am not sure if it is because I let him dump everything in or because I let him eat enough dough to make himself sick. Either way he is a great helper and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2461539102294181846?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2461539102294181846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2461539102294181846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2461539102294181846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2461539102294181846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookie-maker.html' title='The Cookie Maker'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SqggwhYATCI/AAAAAAAAArM/xCOrZ7UDPds/s72-c/IMG_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1005968240469667643</id><published>2009-07-16T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:52:52.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See! See!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-S8f_2GMI/AAAAAAAAAqU/snp-Rg23Ju0/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359163649673271490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-S8f_2GMI/AAAAAAAAAqU/snp-Rg23Ju0/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn has finally discovered what a camera is and what it does, exactly. So now everytime I take a picture, he says "See! See!" Then pretty much rips the camera out of my hand so that he can see the picture that has just been snapped. He had me take a bunch of pictures of him making some face so he could see! see! them. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-RhYzk-NI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Kd0gvSLeNJs/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162084374673618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-RhYzk-NI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Kd0gvSLeNJs/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162070819612002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-RgmTzJWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/nCSrYD8hRS4/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359162068743849714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-Rgek5hvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/m7PnbApzEAs/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1005968240469667643?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1005968240469667643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1005968240469667643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1005968240469667643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1005968240469667643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/see-see.html' title='See! See!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-S8f_2GMI/AAAAAAAAAqU/snp-Rg23Ju0/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6040039825505930138</id><published>2009-07-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:41:52.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>I came out of the grocery store the other day to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359160556570439010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-QIdSqbWI/AAAAAAAAAps/SYJy9tvaJZE/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-QH-vZ-pI/AAAAAAAAApk/3BykyXlcTUg/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359160548369496722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-QH-vZ-pI/AAAAAAAAApk/3BykyXlcTUg/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those moments where you have to stop and appreciate what is before you. It was spectacular! The picture doesn't even do it justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6040039825505930138?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6040039825505930138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6040039825505930138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6040039825505930138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6040039825505930138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sl-QIdSqbWI/AAAAAAAAAps/SYJy9tvaJZE/s72-c/IMG_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6947301078119082709</id><published>2009-07-10T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:20:42.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to Come....</title><content type='html'>So I finally had about 30 minutes that I could dedicate to really update this ol' blog of mine. I started to try and upload some pictures and Blogger said there was an internal problem, try again later. Hmmmmph! So all blog updates are currently put on hold until later! Later meaning whenever I can get 30 or 40 minutes of uninterrupted time again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6947301078119082709?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6947301078119082709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6947301078119082709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6947301078119082709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6947301078119082709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-to-come.html' title='Update to Come....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3015694959837938760</id><published>2009-06-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:55:23.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SkaxMQWYuKI/AAAAAAAAApI/O2XG4ZA4sUk/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352160031281821858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SkaxMQWYuKI/AAAAAAAAApI/O2XG4ZA4sUk/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyday I try to get me and the kids out of the house at least once. Sometimes this is a monumental task, and others it is a piece of cake. I have come to depend very much on my "schedule". I depend on those little babies sleeping until at least 7:30. Quinn is more dependable than Lucy, which seems fair since she is only 5 months old. Today that little princess slept until 9:30! (a new record!) I get up at about 6 am everyday and "relieve" my breastfeeding boobies. (ahhhhhh!) Then try to exercise and shower before any of the kids are up. If I am able to accomplish that, the chances of us getting anywhere outside the house before Quinn's nap, is great! If one of the kids wakes up before 7:30, my whole day is thrown off. So everyday I rack my brain of what we can do besides the monotonous errands of life. Sometimes it is as simple as going to Grammies for a swim. Sometimes it is going to McDonalds so Quinn can play on the Playland. I have also been known to take the kids to splashpads, Bounce U, the park, the pool and just a walk around the neighborhood. Last summer we frequented the indoor playground at the Superstition Springs mall. So all you moms out there---what do you do with your kids? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352160037925047490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SkaxMpGQTMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/31F3KZJe_Xs/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3015694959837938760?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3015694959837938760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3015694959837938760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3015694959837938760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3015694959837938760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SkaxMQWYuKI/AAAAAAAAApI/O2XG4ZA4sUk/s72-c/IMG_0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8156178856476153435</id><published>2009-06-11T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:50:34.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SjGKIYPxCdI/AAAAAAAAApA/y53lsHSdHtY/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346206109217655250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SjGKIYPxCdI/AAAAAAAAApA/y53lsHSdHtY/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a month since I last posted and I can hardly believe it! I guess lots has been going on. I have been naughty. And speaking of naughty, I have a naughty son. Overall, he is good natured and very joyful, he just does not like to be disciplined. But I am reminded on a daily basis how much joy he brings into my life. He took me through a tough time and he will never know how much that buck tooth smile meant to me!! These days he is the dancing/music/singing man! At church the other day the choir got up to sing and he grabbed a hymn book, opened it up and walked into the aisle where all could see as he started singing! It was so cute! He will walk up to his sister and put his hand out like he is going to hit her and say "no, no", then quickly leans down and gives her a kiss. He loves to be tickled and will even fake laugh so you will tickle him some more. (maybe he is just dying for some attention!) Whenever we get in the car he says "song, song, song" and he LOVES the songs with drums at the beginning or guitar solos. He plays both as you can see in my previous post. Quinn isn't eating a lot these days and sometimes I will just leave is plate out so he can graze. But when he is done you know it. He takes his sippy cup, plate, and utensils...throws them in the sink and then claps his hands. It makes me smile everytime. He is growing up so fast and I want to remember that yes, Quinn was a happy and joyful child despite any disobedience to authority!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8156178856476153435?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8156178856476153435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8156178856476153435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8156178856476153435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8156178856476153435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/naughty.html' title='Naughty'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SjGKIYPxCdI/AAAAAAAAApA/y53lsHSdHtY/s72-c/IMG_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7059609254430717487</id><published>2009-05-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:11:58.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Music Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b88a1c73f85e5bb4" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61b5a305a6d997f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330338107%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71C44B379AC8409E5913FC83911A7A34CFA95A74.5BC94E69DE3DB20E01519A27E180DF2F0494B689%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61b5a305a6d997f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dac9DM66RI_1M3o1b7uyITXK8G2k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AIR DRUMS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of weekends ago, Jason and I took Quinn out with us on our date night. We went to Tempe Marketplace and had dinner and then let Quinn play in the water on the splash pad. But as we were wandering through the shops, there were several bands, DJ's, and singers outside performing. Quinn has always loved music and will dance as soon as he hears any. But it was so cute to me that when he saw this particular band, he started playing the air guitar and then started playing the drums. He walked right up to the band, about as close as he could get without actually being on stage with them, so that he could play his air instruments and dance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The below pics are all of Quinn enjoying his time on the splash pad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691876042797474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sgih_zGxcaI/AAAAAAAAAog/krgBbYUM0s8/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691885253424018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgiiAVawc5I/AAAAAAAAAow/O36CMFTho28/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691891240376754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgiiAruKGbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/OEtR8vTfRhw/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334691880119492706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgiiACSu4GI/AAAAAAAAAoo/s6b6r4H_YV8/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-7059609254430717487?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61b5a305a6d997f9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b88a1c73f85e5bb4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7059609254430717487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7059609254430717487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7059609254430717487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7059609254430717487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-music-man.html' title='Our Music Man'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sgih_zGxcaI/AAAAAAAAAog/krgBbYUM0s8/s72-c/IMG_0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3659236638737742337</id><published>2009-05-10T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:49:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgbY_2t677I/AAAAAAAAAoY/VVMVKKIIHjk/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334189400198410162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgbY_2t677I/AAAAAAAAAoY/VVMVKKIIHjk/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgbY_h2-phI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/T-zeC6sUAnw/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334189394599257618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgbY_h2-phI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/T-zeC6sUAnw/s320/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, we just wanted you to know how special you are and how much we love you. We love all of the things that you do for us and how patient and loving you are, especially when Quinn is screaming at the top of his lungs at a pitch that can break glass and Lucy is too because of her poor gas pains. We want you to know that we appreciate your loss of sleep and free time to take care of us and the messes that you constantly clean up that we leave behind. We love the way that you hold us and tell us that you love us. We love to play with you and love the way you make us laugh. We think that you are the best mom in the whole wide world and feel lucky to be your kids. Happy Mothers Day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quinn and Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;( this has been a guest post by JASON!)&lt;br /&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/5598752608521394035-3659236638737742337?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3659236638737742337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3659236638737742337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3659236638737742337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3659236638737742337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SgbY_2t677I/AAAAAAAAAoY/VVMVKKIIHjk/s72-c/IMG_1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8803262328928023111</id><published>2009-04-23T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:30:32.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327984529392770402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNs1s7nWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R5DEuNJk4Lc/s400/IMG+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327984516519132706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNsFvnfiI/AAAAAAAAAno/srVlZlaTEsg/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327984528236811586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNsxZVFUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8Wi8j2Px_2o/s400/5+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNshuqfnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-v5LydtB6fA/s1600-h/5+yearA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327984524031327858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNshuqfnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-v5LydtB6fA/s400/5+yearA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNsRbF6nI/AAAAAAAAAnw/c9BOxu-B-FU/s1600-h/5+yearB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327984519654271602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNsRbF6nI/AAAAAAAAAnw/c9BOxu-B-FU/s400/5+yearB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come a LONG way babe! It has been 5 years since these 2 hotties got married! Happy Anniversary Jason! I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8803262328928023111?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8803262328928023111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8803262328928023111' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8803262328928023111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8803262328928023111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst-of.html' title='It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SfDNs1s7nWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R5DEuNJk4Lc/s72-c/IMG+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6867908737236007520</id><published>2009-04-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:53:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-N8cUEJBI/AAAAAAAAAng/xdS4kbu6oaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632953734603794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-N8cUEJBI/AAAAAAAAAng/xdS4kbu6oaQ/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On April 13 my dad took me on a date to the Sun's game. I can't think of a better date. (hint hint babe) I have always had a special place in my heart for basketball. For those that know my brothers, they both played basketball all growing up and I attended a lot of their games. Ben and Rob both played at the college level and I always made it a point to be the loudest cheerleader for each. I have watched many a game and have come to love the sport. I LOVE to watch professional games. I have always had a huge crush on David Robinson (San Antonio Spurs), and after he retired I needed a new man to watch on the court. After years of searching, Amare Stoudemire was the clear standout. He was here locally (Phoenix Suns) so I could see him all the time on TV and he was soooooo fun to watch! (and those biceps aren't too hard on the eyes either) So I have had this crush on Amare for a couple of years so you can imagine my disappointment when he had to have eye surgery and would be out for this game and the rest of the season. ( I had secret hopes that he would still be at the game, just not dressed) But no such luck! It had been over 2 years since my last Suns game and I was sad he was not there. But here are a few of the Suns that I did see! (Did I mention that our seats were first row of the not padded seats and right next to the tunnel where the Suns come running out?!) It was awesome! I felt like a little girl waiting for the Beatles to come on stage or something. I kept looking at my dad to see if I was embaressing him, but he took it all in stride. Most of the pictures are blurry because these guys are always in motion and I do not have a killer camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NrQArpfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xF8KiCrWqX4/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632658374305266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NrQArpfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xF8KiCrWqX4/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Robin Lopez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NrAXoJrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QvRcH-tGL2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632654175577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NrAXoJrI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QvRcH-tGL2Y/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve Kerr, General Manager of the Suns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-Nqi4DVAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/X4nmt-ScKgg/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632646258512898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-Nqi4DVAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/X4nmt-ScKgg/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leandro Barbosa (one of my faves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NqUI8nMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Au_rzpgRY5U/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632642302844098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NqUI8nMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Au_rzpgRY5U/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaquille O'Neal (He is GIGANTIC in real life!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NqSsQkwI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ctXQpKFEqWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632641914082050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-NqSsQkwI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ctXQpKFEqWQ/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steve Nash (last game I went to Steve and I made eye contact!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So thanks Dad for an awesome date! I am ready to go again whenever you are!!! And Jason will be more than happy to watch the kids again...wait...I mean Jason will be more than happy to call his parents and have them watch the kids again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6867908737236007520?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6867908737236007520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6867908737236007520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6867908737236007520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6867908737236007520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddy-daughter-date.html' title='Daddy Daughter Date'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-N8cUEJBI/AAAAAAAAAng/xdS4kbu6oaQ/s72-c/IMG_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2465630504512737812</id><published>2009-04-22T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:29:55.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-MRyY5GTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BbphhpdDV9w/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327631121414428978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-MRyY5GTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BbphhpdDV9w/s400/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2465630504512737812?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2465630504512737812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2465630504512737812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2465630504512737812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2465630504512737812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se-MRyY5GTI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BbphhpdDV9w/s72-c/IMG_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6206397736761836690</id><published>2009-04-21T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:38:31.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carvers Came for a Visit</title><content type='html'>Shannon, my sister, and her family made the long drive from Northern California to come see us, mom and dad, and be here for Lucy's blessing. It was so great having them here. Shannon has 3 boys and the younger 2 would play with and entertain Quinn! And he loved it! It was so fun to have them come out because the last few times my sister has come out I have either been on bedrest, in the hospital or recovering from a C Section. I couldn't do a dang thing! So finally when she came we could actually hang out together and do some things! I didn't take a ton of photos, but here are a few:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327275773622028482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se5JF0tJCMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/u1KNfZcCUsk/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crew, Quinn and Grant getting ready to swim at Grammies house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327275788765668162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se5JGtHqo0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/FEZmdTFG3v8/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327275791016818626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se5JG1gYd8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/0igqh0k4udo/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327275796014399330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se5JHIH5f2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/2kOxuansztg/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Shannon, and yes, my boobs are real....real huge that is!! I like to call myself the Dairy Queen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6206397736761836690?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6206397736761836690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6206397736761836690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6206397736761836690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6206397736761836690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/carvers-came-for-visit.html' title='The Carvers Came for a Visit'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Se5JF0tJCMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/u1KNfZcCUsk/s72-c/IMG_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8419397871622133168</id><published>2009-04-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:19:15.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325864279403356098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SelFWC_HX8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/luknuiN8Iu4/s320/IMG_5273.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We blessed Lucy at church on Easter Sunday. It was a really great day! Jason gave her an amazing blessing and now her name is official! LUCY JANE SCANLAN! Afterwards we all enjoyed an Easter dinner at our place. I wish I had taken a picture of the spread because we had so much food! We are so happy that Lucy is a part of our family and have felt the blessings of having her in our home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326575364624796930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SevMEp3OzQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/wHmPnbvK-yA/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole Scanlan Clan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326575874244843426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SevMiUWHl6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/morq01ce7wY/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the shoes Lucy wore, but I love the picture because you can see her rolls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326575371663931730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SevMFEFfeVI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4knREj7bYmA/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa Bob, Jason and Grandpa Scanlan enjoying some good grub!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Below are Grandma and Grandpa Scanlan with Lucy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326575378891911090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SevMFfAxr7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/khOgwFaKQXE/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326575370519811778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SevME_0tlsI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EzILwKkeP1U/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandma and Grammie doting on Lucy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8419397871622133168?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8419397871622133168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8419397871622133168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8419397871622133168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8419397871622133168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/blessed-day.html' title='Blessed Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SelFWC_HX8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/luknuiN8Iu4/s72-c/IMG_5273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1661503809768652462</id><published>2009-04-16T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:22:46.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>The annual Easter Egg Hunt was another success at Grandma and Grandpa Scanlans! Even though it rained and the 'hunt" was indoors, none of the kiddos seem to have minded. Quinn had a blast and I thoroughly enjoyed the delicious breakfast that was served. So good that I didn't eat lunch that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCUJytbuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9mdUPyR3XdI/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325509104614862562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCUJytbuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9mdUPyR3XdI/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Addie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCT-xBgjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ovgsrsO8Kco/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325509101654999602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCT-xBgjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ovgsrsO8Kco/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Isa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCTrwG8vI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/K09WYj9j7uA/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325509096550888178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCTrwG8vI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/K09WYj9j7uA/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Quinn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325509106719776466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCURoj3tI/AAAAAAAAAkw/p62p1412u5Y/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabriel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325509105549470882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCUNRibKI/AAAAAAAAAko/YXO7ivEWvEY/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gavin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These were all the grandkids that participated....we were missing Bailey, Ellie, Lucy, Julien, Lauren and Maude!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1661503809768652462?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1661503809768652462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1661503809768652462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1661503809768652462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1661503809768652462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SegCUJytbuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9mdUPyR3XdI/s72-c/IMG_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-590746113919251698</id><published>2009-04-07T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:03:25.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chunky Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SdvMl8KwFdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gM4edoSCgXU/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072336846820818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SdvMl8KwFdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gM4edoSCgXU/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took both kids to the doctor today. Last time we saw Dr. Jones, Lucy was a little peanut and at 25% on height and weight. I gathered she had put on a pound or 2 since we saw him last.....But oh no! My chunky monkey had put on 4 pounds! She is now a stellar 11 pound girl and 80% for height and 75% for weight! I should have known by those cheeks! Yum! Yum! Quinn is still going strong at 95% for height, 95% for weight and 97% for head circumference! (its to hold that big brain of his!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-590746113919251698?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/590746113919251698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=590746113919251698' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/590746113919251698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/590746113919251698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/chunky-monkey.html' title='Chunky Monkey'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SdvMl8KwFdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gM4edoSCgXU/s72-c/IMG_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2531159038524719231</id><published>2009-04-03T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:16:14.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What can you do with a &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;cardboard box&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;unfinished backyard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e675b0ceca04644" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e675b0ceca04644%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330338108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D361914BC0A7B9CA812208B16B79CD056E5BA5234.8589812A816D84BDCC56C05D8AA2E4702DB74B50%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e675b0ceca04644%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTqW5VHgDU3hDJ681k4yNiiSAyOg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e675b0ceca04644%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330338108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D361914BC0A7B9CA812208B16B79CD056E5BA5234.8589812A816D84BDCC56C05D8AA2E4702DB74B50%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e675b0ceca04644%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTqW5VHgDU3hDJ681k4yNiiSAyOg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite thing about this video is that Jason is still in his work clothes! What a great dad! No rest for the weary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2531159038524719231?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e675b0ceca04644&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2531159038524719231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2531159038524719231' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2531159038524719231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2531159038524719231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/riddle.html' title='Riddle'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6785397978475949324</id><published>2009-03-24T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:45:35.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Babe!</title><content type='html'>So I am breaking my rule again: another birthday shoutout! Today is my honey's 37th birthday. I am doing a big SHOUT OUT for him on this special day because he has been somewhat neglected these past few months. Guess what I got him for Christmas? nothing. Guess what I got him for Valentine's Day? nothing. Between bedrest and a new baby, poor Jason has been getting a whole lot of nothing. SO, today I made him some cupcakes and took them into his work, and tonight we are escaping and going to see a movie while my parents watch the kids. I hope this will let you feel a little less neglected, Babe. In your honor here are a few pics from over the years for all to enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869876399737858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclQ-4vIDAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cBGTfjsF2Og/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jason holding his cupcakes on his 37th birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRBlhbW1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/6yBilwyIU9Y/s1600-h/105-0538_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869922781616978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRBlhbW1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/6yBilwyIU9Y/s320/105-0538_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jason and I on our honeymoon. I love this picture because we look young, thin and stupid. (goo goo ga ga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRBkO8dvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/BjBO4kqfWJk/s1600-h/110-1056_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869922435659506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRBkO8dvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/BjBO4kqfWJk/s320/110-1056_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jason in Boston. Our final trip before having kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRBCeH5MI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Pr0ENNktOoI/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869913372517570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRBCeH5MI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Pr0ENNktOoI/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jason next to Lucy in the NICU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRAaLESxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Mlmqtrph3ZE/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869902555171602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclRAaLESxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Mlmqtrph3ZE/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Jason and Quinn up in Show Low.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As an added bonus......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 things Jason doesn't want you to know about him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He has a crush on Jennifer Garner, Charlize Theron and Jessica Biel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. His BMW is still sitting in our garage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When he grows up he wants to be just like: Steve Lang, Leroy Breinholt and his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. It took 3 years of "training" to get him to put the toilet seat up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He only listens to talk radio in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! &lt;em&gt;I love you !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5598752608521394035-6785397978475949324?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6785397978475949324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6785397978475949324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6785397978475949324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6785397978475949324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-babe.html' title='Happy Birthday, Babe!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SclQ-4vIDAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cBGTfjsF2Og/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1415256448934210922</id><published>2009-03-21T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:08:35.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>65 is NOT Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScWqZD4IY0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/VOfn1Rr281c/s1600-h/1979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315842282694927170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScWqZD4IY0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/VOfn1Rr281c/s320/1979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is a picture of the Williams. My dad is 35 in this picture...my age now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScWqZApXtHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7iAfxLYzc00/s1600-h/Dadnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315842281827710066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScWqZApXtHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7iAfxLYzc00/s320/Dadnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Father of the bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScWqYnY3bXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HTTqMZsx0rw/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315842275047599474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScWqYnY3bXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HTTqMZsx0rw/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; One year ago....holding Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is my dad's 65th Birthday! I don't normally do whole posts or shout outs on peoples birthdays, but I think 65 is a huge milestone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Robert J. Williams, Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was born this day 65 years ago! He has also been known as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumpa Bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helmet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tight Wad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man with many files (this guy is so oraganized, he has a file for everything)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheapskate (My dad always bought me a "kid" ski pass, even when I was 16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baja Bob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master Griller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delegator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband to Queen Bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and most recently- Hamburger Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I am going to let you in on some good stuff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. During long drives to Utah on family trips, my dad would help pass the time with us kids by letting us talk on his CB radio. We thought we were so cool talking to truckers! His handle was tennis elbow. (I think) He would also stick licorice up his nose so all us kids would go "SICK DAD!" Oh, he loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I played a lot of soccer growing up and my dad always took me! We would have to get up sometimes extremely early in the morning and drive long distances....but he did it! Always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My dad used to catch me ditching Sunday School with my friends. He never got upset. He just told us to get back inside....and then would never check if we actually did. As a teenager, this was fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My dad loves the movies. When I was 11 or 12 he took me to go see "Chucky". (its a horror film of a murdering talking doll named Chucky.) We still talk of that night. "Hi I'm Chucky, wanna play??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My dad loves sports. I have such great memories of going to basketball and baseball games with him growing up. He is taking me to a Suns game next month! Can't wait!! (recently he has become addicted to NASCAR! What the???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My dad is the nickname king. Meaning, if he knows you, he has a nickname for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on, but the kids are a callin'!! So Dad, if you read this, Happy Birthday! and you are right, 65 is not old! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and am proud to call you my dad. I am impressed with all you have accomplished career wise and personally. I thank you for sacrificing for us kids. Thanks for always providing for us and supporting us in our endeavors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1415256448934210922?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1415256448934210922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1415256448934210922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1415256448934210922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1415256448934210922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/65-is-not-old.html' title='65 is NOT Old'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScWqZD4IY0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/VOfn1Rr281c/s72-c/1979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-399753463750448044</id><published>2009-03-20T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:40:54.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Lucy Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQbRa_3K2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/MzPWfTYQkT0/s1600-h/Untitled-Grayscale-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315403446322932578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQbRa_3K2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/MzPWfTYQkT0/s400/Untitled-Grayscale-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQbRe9fXbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/oLB6xL8NqhQ/s1600-h/February+09+to+march+09+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315403447386725810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQbRe9fXbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/oLB6xL8NqhQ/s400/February+09+to+march+09+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagp_8fdI/AAAAAAAAAio/iNQz3-yap6A/s1600-h/February+09+to+march+09+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315402608536223186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagp_8fdI/AAAAAAAAAio/iNQz3-yap6A/s400/February+09+to+march+09+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagkCCXjI/AAAAAAAAAig/J3XoyCTGenQ/s1600-h/February+09+to+march+09+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315402606934384178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagkCCXjI/AAAAAAAAAig/J3XoyCTGenQ/s400/February+09+to+march+09+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagXPvntI/AAAAAAAAAiY/AxQmscWuIy8/s1600-h/February+09+to+march+09+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315402603502214866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagXPvntI/AAAAAAAAAiY/AxQmscWuIy8/s400/February+09+to+march+09+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagOsmUeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_hv38yg2QiU/s1600-h/February+09+to+march+09+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315402601207321058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQagOsmUeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_hv38yg2QiU/s400/February+09+to+march+09+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315402613415543410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQag8LRAnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yMyT24oNs98/s400/February+09+to+march+09+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-399753463750448044?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/399753463750448044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=399753463750448044' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/399753463750448044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/399753463750448044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-lucy-jane.html' title='Sweet Lucy Jane'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/ScQbRa_3K2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/MzPWfTYQkT0/s72-c/Untitled-Grayscale-27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-5698475097067913589</id><published>2009-03-10T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:25:30.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sbcu2gTMfKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aitTk6bDwIA/s1600-h/bloggin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765799425047714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sbcu2gTMfKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aitTk6bDwIA/s400/bloggin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was cute, but hit close to home. I find myself saying something like this at least once a day .... "oh, pictures are posted on my blog, check it out." or "you can read about it on my blog..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-5698475097067913589?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5698475097067913589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=5698475097067913589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5698475097067913589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5698475097067913589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-this-was-cute-but-hit-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/Sbcu2gTMfKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aitTk6bDwIA/s72-c/bloggin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7539386810263679449</id><published>2009-03-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:42:35.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Day</title><content type='html'>Friday turned out to be a better day than I thought. Ofcourse I had tears and grief, but I also had my family with me, which made me grateful for them. We were all together and getting through the day together. We decided to go to the cemetary and release some balloons in Jessica's honor. We each wrote a note to Jessica and then released the balloon into the sky.Then we went to eat at our favorite place, Costa Vida. It was so therapeutic for me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311226711355657570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVEjcvrjWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-qPUt5zoIQQ/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jason with the 4 pink balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVEi4YSgaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/C8--RjO0aNY/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311226701593870754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVEi4YSgaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/C8--RjO0aNY/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jason writing on his balloon to Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVEiWaJlLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/GtNz9YlpOJU/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311226692474868914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVEiWaJlLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/GtNz9YlpOJU/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me writing on a balloon got Lucy and Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD38dls8I/AAAAAAAAAho/lMbsvLZyoH8/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225963955467202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD38dls8I/AAAAAAAAAho/lMbsvLZyoH8/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD3TXQp4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/crn8NCYQ9hU/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225952923068290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD3TXQp4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/crn8NCYQ9hU/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jason was videotaping the release of all the balloons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD2owePlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/GKGZXHALsRw/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225941486091858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD2owePlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/GKGZXHALsRw/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Flying away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD2QDQBtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6mjNm75Zk-w/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225934853965522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD2QDQBtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6mjNm75Zk-w/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD2JceqHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/T93MYUS9fY4/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311225933080733810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVD2JceqHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/T93MYUS9fY4/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Quinn watching his balloon fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVC0NN80II/AAAAAAAAAhA/m0sKwjFDZ-0/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311224800222171266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVC0NN80II/AAAAAAAAAhA/m0sKwjFDZ-0/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The face of trouble (yes, we are working on getting rid of that pacifier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVCzmI_HXI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ukj00sYWNNg/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311224789732367730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVCzmI_HXI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Ukj00sYWNNg/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Costa Vida.....I could eat there everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVCzJnvelI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9YL1pSk_mY4/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311224782076738130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVCzJnvelI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9YL1pSk_mY4/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quinn in front of the fountain at Costa Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVCyruhZbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YPvEMQ0HUC4/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311224774052111794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVCyruhZbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YPvEMQ0HUC4/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And our Little Lucy also accompanied us. (what an angel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the year mark came and went and I have a feeling that with each new year, things will be better and better. The pain will lessen and time will take the sting away. Jess will always be a part of our family and in time March 6 can be more of a celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-7539386810263679449?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7539386810263679449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7539386810263679449' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7539386810263679449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7539386810263679449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-day.html' title='A Better Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbVEjcvrjWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-qPUt5zoIQQ/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1691214864678719272</id><published>2009-03-06T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:13:50.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbFJI_bm4tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/X59BDQtbQQU/s1600-h/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310105854461534930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbFJI_bm4tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/X59BDQtbQQU/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is bitter sweet for me. One year ago today I met and held our daughter Jessica. She was so beautiful. So perfect. The joy of seeing her face and touching her hands and feet, and knowing she was mine was pure joy. But it was also the toughest day of my life. Trying to say goodbye to a daughter that was taken before I even knew what hit me is undescribable. This past year has been full ups and downs. But on this year anniversary I want to honor her memory with this short post. I will always remember the day I met her (sweet) and I will always remember the day I came home without her (bitter). I love you Jess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1691214864678719272?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1691214864678719272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1691214864678719272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1691214864678719272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1691214864678719272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SbFJI_bm4tI/AAAAAAAAAgg/X59BDQtbQQU/s72-c/IMG_1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2618073290026843791</id><published>2009-02-18T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:39:12.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy Comes Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyN3tnE3XI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lSzRHDJmhI0/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304270449411415410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyN3tnE3XI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lSzRHDJmhI0/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a wonderful surprise we had when we went to the hospital today.....Shannon (sister) and I went to give Lucy her 11am feeding and the doctor said we could take her home!! Lucy has been in the NICU for 11 days and it was so unexpected that Shan and I both started crying. The nurses were chuckling by our reaction, but touched. I told them it had been a long hard road and finally, this was the day I had been waiting for!! So Jason came up from work with her carseat and clothes and we brought Miss Lucy home. Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLKh1h4vI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kUm0HW1JN1w/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267474133443314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLKh1h4vI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kUm0HW1JN1w/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jason, Emily, and Lucy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLKY8B9PI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jsTByf-qeLY/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267471744791794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLKY8B9PI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jsTByf-qeLY/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aunt Shannon holding Lucy the night before she came home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLKPQ8d0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/O_xCPBkVGmI/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267469148157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLKPQ8d0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/O_xCPBkVGmI/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Lucy, in her NICU crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLJ-O7S_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/VZS-TUUhD_0/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267464576289778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLJ-O7S_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/VZS-TUUhD_0/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Big Brother Quinn getting Lucy her "Boo" (pacifier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLJuEIKbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/s3bZttEz2nY/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267460236028338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyLJuEIKbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/s3bZttEz2nY/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Big Brother thinking it is pretty cool to have a "bebe" around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone who prayed for Lucy and us. I feel so blessed to have a healthy baby in my arms, at last. I truly know that each baby born is a miracle. Lucy just happens to be &lt;em&gt;our miracle&lt;/em&gt;. Welcome home Lucy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2618073290026843791?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2618073290026843791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2618073290026843791' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2618073290026843791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2618073290026843791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucy-comes-home.html' title='Lucy Comes Home!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZyN3tnE3XI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lSzRHDJmhI0/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-5170490674142329443</id><published>2009-02-13T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:39:09.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Her Debut / The Whole Story</title><content type='html'>Introducing Lucy Jane Scanlan. Born February 7, 2009. She weighed 6 lbs. 9 oz and was 19.5 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I were watching the Super Bowl and right at kickoff I told him we must go to the hospital. It was time!! We checked in and contractions were every 3 minutes apart and painful! The hospital called my doctor and he told them to give me meds to stop the contractions.&lt;em&gt; It wasn't time.&lt;/em&gt; After 6 days in the hospital, being pumped full of magnesium sulfate, the doctor fianlly said it WAS time. I had a C-Section at 10 am on Saturday morning. Although Lucy was born 4 weeks premature, I had good feelings that everything was going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXfz2X02LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-CeS1j0IJwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302390218160396466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXfz2X02LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-CeS1j0IJwQ/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Lucy's first breaths of air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302390221796641170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXf0D6xiZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8w5WW3MC5pc/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                     Jason showing me Lucy for the first time. (love being strapped to the operating table)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT, there were problems. Even though we had the steroid shots, Miss Lucy's lungs were underdeveloped. The next time I saw her, she looked like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302390233964300258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXf0xPxR-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/1B41oQDz5ec/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                            Lucy in the NICU with her C-pap machine on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got word the Lucy had jaundice and so she was placed under the flourescent lights. She was, however, quickly taken off the C-pap machine and place on continuos flow of oxygen. This meant she only had to have the little prongs in her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302390238454437730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXf1B-TV2I/AAAAAAAAAec/lesoDwEpZTM/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                             Lucy getting a sweet suntan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302392092530294738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXhg88bv9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/MRgOz7zQ5xg/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302392082352279090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXhgXBzjjI/AAAAAAAAAek/lDVVBIOLHxI/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302392101187789794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXhhdMio-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0sm-zntaM0I/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first time I was able to hold Lucy wasn't until the day after she was born. That was really hard not being able to just hold her whenever I wanted. But when we were up there holding her, the nurses asked if we wanted to change her diaper and give her a bath. It was one of the sweetest moments being able to wash her off and see her tiny legs and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302393216218528898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXiiXAlfII/AAAAAAAAAfc/TErnVtPuL_Y/s320/Lucy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302392094627054754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXhhEwVxKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dCutu8ERdF4/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302393213166898802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXiiLpBTnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zjLsR2puLkY/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302393206812104450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXihz961wI/AAAAAAAAAfM/PjrJE5kprTI/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I celebrated my birthday in the hospital. (even though I got my present the day before) My mom and dad came down and had cookies and presents. They even sang me "Happy Birthday!" Jason's parents also came down to wish me a Happy Birthday. Although I was in the hospital, it was a definite memorable birthday. Today Lucy is still in the NICU, but her "problems" are non-life threatening and I know she will be home shortly. I go to the hospital everyday to see her and everyday she is getting better and better. Thank you to everyone who prayed for us, sent us good thoughts and even visited. My stay at the hospital was tough on me mentally, so thanks to the visitors who kept my spirits up and kept me company. It all meant so much to me. (more on this to follow)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-5170490674142329443?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5170490674142329443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=5170490674142329443' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5170490674142329443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5170490674142329443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-her-debut-whole-story.html' title='Making Her Debut / The Whole Story'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SZXfz2X02LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-CeS1j0IJwQ/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1636916365444855905</id><published>2009-01-22T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:46:57.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have a Date!</title><content type='html'>Finally! My doctor has scheduled my C Section for February 17! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have been on bedrest now for 13 weeks. I have had some ups and downs, but now I am truly getting excited to have this baby! You can learn a lot about yourself (and your husband for that matter) by spending 13 weeks on bedrest. I learned that I really do like a clean house. And my need to control that. I always want to get up and do dishes, laundry, pick toys up, etc. And I have learned that I have a husband that you just have to tell him to do it. In the ideal world, he would just do it, but he will do anything I tell him. (almost anything) I learned that TV during the day is all CRAP! I learned that when you have nothing else to do, you can finish a good book in day. I learned that it is not a good idea to watch the Food Network when you are on bedrest because then you just want to eat all day. I learned that when you call people to catch up, you really have nothing "new" to tell. So I quit calling. I learned that showering is sometimes optional when you lay around all day. I learned how to knit baby caps. I learned that the world keeps going even though I am not a part of it right now.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to February 17. It means a new baby, new freedoms, and a lot more chaos! Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1636916365444855905?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1636916365444855905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1636916365444855905' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1636916365444855905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1636916365444855905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-date.html' title='We Have a Date!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6891807776715773603</id><published>2009-01-09T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:27:11.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Have a Throw Up Story</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started like any other. Quinn was taken by a friend and played at the park and had fun until his nap. He came home to nap and had been asleep only about 45 minutes when he woke up crying. I went in to see what was wrong and he would not settle down. Thinking he had an ear infection I called the Doctor and made an appointment to take him in. Then I called Jason and he came home from work so we could take Quinn to the doctor. (bedrest or not, I am going with my sick kid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor checked him over and said that his ears were fine. Maybe bad gas? The doctor did say that Quinn has a 2 year old molar coming in and perhaps that is why he is fussy. Give him some Children's Tylenol and call it a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were driving home we wanted to stop at American Home. Apparently they are going bankrupt and need to liquidate. We thought we would peek in. Right as we enter the store Quinn threw up. Guess who was holding him??? NOT ME!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289345467888506050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SWeHrcvRFMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/04YD9zv0oLQ/s320/IMG00099%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jason. (doesn't he look hot with his beard?) But one of my favorite parts of this story is that I went into the store to find a worker to let them know what had happened so the front of the store didn't wreak like barf. I found an older lady and asked if there were towels or a janitorial closet that I might be able to help clean up the throw up of my son. She looks at me and says "why don't you go to the ladies room and get a paper towel?"  Apparently she has never had to clean throw up. I stood there speechless, appalled really. Another worker (male) overheard our conversation and said "we have a janitorial staff that will take care of it, maam. If you could just go to the front desk and let them know to page the janitor, that would be great!"  Done. So Jason drove us all home in his throw uppy outfit and we put Quinn in the tub right away. Only 3 more throw ups and Quinn was done. Like a new man today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6891807776715773603?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6891807776715773603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6891807776715773603' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6891807776715773603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6891807776715773603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-all-have-throw-up-story.html' title='We All Have a Throw Up Story'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SWeHrcvRFMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/04YD9zv0oLQ/s72-c/IMG00099%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1358428775926321283</id><published>2009-01-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:47:45.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! I have been reflecting on 2008...the good, the bad, the ugly. This may be a boring read for most of you out there, but I am writing more as a journal entry. A re-cap of 2008, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 great trips to CA. The first was to Huntington Beach with my hubby and son. It was an anniversary trip and escape from reality. We saw many old friends and went to the beach. We ate at some of our favorite places and got to shop on Main St. Then we went to Manhattan Beach with the entire Williams clan. All the grandkids were there and we had a great time beaching it and joking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the reading I was able to do this summer and while on bedrest. This is a good thing because I feel like I exercise my mind. I love to read, but can't always find the time to do it. It is such a great escape from the hustle and bustle of chasing a 2 year old around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making new friends. Our ward has turned out to be one of the greatest blessings in my life. There are so many wonderful families that we have become acquainted with, and more selfishly, the most extraordinary women that I have gotten to be friends with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my dad retire. Although it doesn't affect me too much directly, I am always imagining what it must feel like to know that you are done working. You have put in all this time and now, all of a sudden, its over. What an accomplishment! What a weird feeling. Retired. Done! We are all so proud of him and look forward to spending more time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! Getting pregnant and not trying to. Jason and I calculated that in 2008 there were only 2 months in which I was NOT pregnant! (is that some sort of record??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Material girl ALERT!!) My sweet husband gave me diamond stud earrings for Mothers Day this year. I casually mentioned in a conversation that diamond stud earrings are one piece of jewelry that I wouldn't mind having. (for those of you that know me well, I am not much of a jewelry person) He surprised me as I was getting ready for church, and I was soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing Jessica. This one is terribly obvious, but when we lost Jessica I thought my heart was going to quit on me. Who knew you could love someone so much that you only met once? Although losing her was a terrible and devastating thing to go through, I also think it brought me closer to family and my husband. My testimony of the gospel grew and I know that she will always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy. Let's just say that this was not our best year. Remember paying $3-$4 for a gallon of gas? Yeah, that helped the old pocket book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having relatives lose jobs. No names, but several relatives lost their jobs this year. It hurts my heart to see family suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedrest. Going on 11 weeks now. Probably have 5 or 6 more to go. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ugly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint color. Oops! We painted Quinn's new room the wrong color and Jason had to repaint it. Although it wasn't exactly "ugly", it was a little overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body. I guess I am just not a pretty pregnant person. My body freaks when it is pregnant. Let's just call it what it is....ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid 2008 goodbye and say hello to 2009. I pray for a better year, a happier year, a year where all is right in the world. I am grateful to family who have so patiently and lovingly taken care of me, Jason and Quinn throughout this whole year. And that is what I will always remember about 2008. FAMILY. And I know that my family will be forever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1358428775926321283?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1358428775926321283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1358428775926321283' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1358428775926321283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1358428775926321283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2793248634098646368</id><published>2008-12-06T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:49:18.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Couch is My Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated the blog a lot, because honestly there isn't much to tell. The couch has become my new home. I am not hard to find, because I am ALWAYS there. This past week when I went to the doctor, she said that the baby looks good and so does the cervix. The surgery I had is doing the trick! Baby already weighs 2 1/2 pounds. The plan is to have the C-Section around 37 weeks. I have been cleared for 2 "outings" a week. I mainly just go to the movies since I can recline in the chairs. I saw Twilight with the girls this week and will probably see another with Jason this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad to be on bedrest during the holidays. It has been hard to lay there and want so badly to decorate and get in the Christmas spirit. I often bake or make Toffee as Christmas presents for neighbors and friends. It really does dappen your mood when you are helpless. Jason did put up a tree and for that I am very thankful. At least there is some sort of Christmas spirit going on in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2793248634098646368?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2793248634098646368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2793248634098646368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2793248634098646368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2793248634098646368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/12/couch-is-my-life.html' title='The Couch is My Life'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1833967582935934416</id><published>2008-11-13T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:28:38.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Tagged</title><content type='html'>So my sister-in-law Angi tagged me. I fear that it was a pity tag. She wanted to give me something to do!!! Since my life is a total bore since being on bedrest, you will have to excuse my lame answers and many of them referring back to my BEDREST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SHOWS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Interventiom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Restaurants:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Costa Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Cheesecake Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. almost any mexican Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorite Restaurant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Applebees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Anything with seafood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that happened Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Alyssa brought me lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Finished the book "Twilight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. The house got cleaned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I'm Looking Forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Jason coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Sister coming in 9 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Baby coming in 12 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I am NOT Looking Forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Laying on the couch tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Laying on the couch the day after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Laying on the couch the day after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Love about Fall:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. There is Fall in Arizona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Ability to accomplish more in less time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. That everyday I was on bedrest a different celebrity would come and visit me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. That it was Feb already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I do NOT wish for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Obama as President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. More complications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Another Great Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And here I have made my own new special category....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Decisons I Make on a Daily Basis&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. When in the shower-should I even bother shaving my legs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. What should I read today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Should I get out of bed and move to the couch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;So now as it goes, I am supposed to tage some other people:  Tia, Mom Scanlan, Gretchen, Anna, and whomever else wants to do it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1833967582935934416?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1833967582935934416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1833967582935934416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1833967582935934416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1833967582935934416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-tagged.html' title='I Got Tagged'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2508161513350278882</id><published>2008-11-05T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:33:32.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby Update</title><content type='html'>No pictures this time, strictly text. I went in for a follow up ultra sound to find that my cervix was open! There is a suregery they can do to stitch your cervix closed called a circlage. So Tuesday evening I had the surgery done and was in the hospital until Friday. The surgery went well and I did not have any cramping or contractions. (a good thing) After our experience with the last baby I could not help but be scared and sad. I was hoping for ZERO complications this pregnancy, but to my surprise, I do not have "free" pass this go around. The topper for me is that I am now on bedrest and have very limited &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt; time. (10 minutes on the computer) I can shower, go to the bathroom and eat!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for family who have come to the rescue! Have you ever been so overwhelmed with the help and love of family that it brings you to tears? That is me! My mom and mother in law are both here locally and are my heroes. Anyone who has been around Quinn knows he is an extremely active boy with lots of energy. He is in constant need of watching because he is very curious. Most of Jason's family is here locally as well and have also stepped up. It has been amazing! More updates later, I think my 10 minutes is up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2508161513350278882?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2508161513350278882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2508161513350278882' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2508161513350278882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2508161513350278882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-baby-update.html' title='Another Baby Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2072981907095507927</id><published>2008-10-23T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:49:08.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Quinn?</title><content type='html'>It was getting awful quiet one morning. No little boy noises coming from anywhere! So I went on a hunt around the house to try and find Quinn. Can you find him?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260592494837713746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SQFhAJLjS1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/mWCbQ6NbTrU/s320/IMG00074%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you need some help, here is an "after" shot. What a little stinker!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260593218407664210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SQFhqQsEilI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3RtD1MNyKCg/s320/IMG00075%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2072981907095507927?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2072981907095507927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2072981907095507927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2072981907095507927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2072981907095507927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-quinn.html' title='Where&apos;s Quinn?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SQFhAJLjS1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/mWCbQ6NbTrU/s72-c/IMG00074%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3435627303735296502</id><published>2008-10-22T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:45:29.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>Today I had another check up with the doc. So far so good. He and I had a discussion about the approaching 25 week mark and how that is a little nervewracking. I am scheduled to have another ultra sound next week. Then he said I should be OK for only 2 more ultra sounds after that. I do have good feelings about this pregnancy and about the baby but I can't help feel a little worried and anxious. It was so great this morning when he put the doppler on my tummy and right away I could hear a strong heartbeat. No matter how many professionals tell you it is going to be OK, you still worry. I still live the nightmare everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3435627303735296502?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3435627303735296502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3435627303735296502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3435627303735296502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3435627303735296502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-778034081627442921</id><published>2008-10-19T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:41:48.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SPvE9gLZ8sI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MQbluhZyhmc/s1600-h/IMG00066%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259013550774022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SPvE9gLZ8sI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MQbluhZyhmc/s400/IMG00066%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stopped for gas yesterday and to my delight, gas was under $3! I can't remember the last time it was under $3. This still is expensive in my mind, but I say "Keep going down!" I could use the extra cash. The oil moguls are already disgustingly, filthy rich.  They don't need my money!&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/5598752608521394035-778034081627442921?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/778034081627442921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=778034081627442921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/778034081627442921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/778034081627442921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/keep-going.html' title='Keep Going!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SPvE9gLZ8sI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MQbluhZyhmc/s72-c/IMG00066%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2696019676754170880</id><published>2008-10-16T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:12:17.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Ride the Train</title><content type='html'>Today Quinn and I met an old friend at the McCormick Ranch Train Park. I had never been there and didn't quite know what to expect. Quinn got out of the car and ran directly over to the big train on display at the front of the park. He had a ball here! There was a carousel, playgrounds, a smaller train for riding on, a snack bar (my favorite), picnic tables, and lots and lots of grass! Unfortunately, I still cannot find my camera and only got a few pics with my camera phone. Here is Quinny boy on the carousel:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257861069592293842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SPesyRNncdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WU5OhFKKeM4/s400/IMG00063%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;There were tons of kids there in their Halloween costumes, as evidenced by the Power Ranger sitting behind Quinn. It is too hot for a costume I kept thinking, but those kids sure thought they were awesome! Quinn ran all over the park and settled down for 2 seconds to have a quick snack and a drink. This was Quinn on our car ride home:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257862054985752274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SPetroFuXtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/u-eHWRDZLnM/s400/IMG00064%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am talkin' about! He wore himself OUT! Before I sign off Quinn wanted me to give a shout out to his Aunt Shannon! "Flouncy Flouncy! MISS YOU!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2696019676754170880?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2696019676754170880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2696019676754170880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2696019676754170880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2696019676754170880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-on-ride-train.html' title='Come on Ride the Train'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SPesyRNncdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WU5OhFKKeM4/s72-c/IMG00063%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2383226995246421221</id><published>2008-10-08T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:27:09.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SO0XFRHntmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V8CtCDDNrtM/s1600-h/Superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254881719473387106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SO0XFRHntmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V8CtCDDNrtM/s320/Superman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Quinn and I went Halloween costume shopping today. I only had a few specifications for a costume, so it wasn't too hard to find one. It had to be lightweight. (last year he was a skunk and couldn't even wear his costume outside because he would have had heatstroke) I didn't want the costume to have a mask or a hat. (he would never keep it on) And lastly, I didn't want to spend over $25.00. So Superman won!! Lightweight. No mask. And it was $14.99 at Target. (gosh I love that store!)&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/5598752608521394035-2383226995246421221?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2383226995246421221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2383226995246421221' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2383226995246421221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2383226995246421221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/superman-wins.html' title='Superman Wins'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SO0XFRHntmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V8CtCDDNrtM/s72-c/Superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8348699415307914895</id><published>2008-10-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:00:48.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Mind</title><content type='html'>I was in a "boy" state of mind. Convinced that Jason and I would have a little boy playmate for Quinn, I went around telling everyone I was positive it was a boy. Well, he is a she. Yes, we are excited and extremely nervous all at the same time. Jason kept mumbling "I have to pay for a wedding..." She will be here at the end of February and I am so excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8348699415307914895?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8348699415307914895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8348699415307914895' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8348699415307914895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8348699415307914895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/state-of-mind.html' title='State of Mind'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3510878741112874369</id><published>2008-10-05T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:30:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Framing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SOl2p_Di1OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WMirlH5ot18/s1600-h/IMG00057%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253860903977407714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SOl2p_Di1OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WMirlH5ot18/s400/IMG00057%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried my hand at making some picture frames for a friends baby shower. My plan was to set these around the shower so people could see her cute new baby girl. Her nursery is in black, white and raspberry so I wanted to make them so she could keep them and use them in the nursery. I won't pretend that making these frames is something I personally came up with, as my creative and crafty side are "challenged" to say the least. My sister-in-law, Anna, guided me through the process over the phone, as she has made several of these. I liked them because they are very inexpensive to make and you can make them as fancy and cute as you want. I kept mine pretty simple, but was happy with the results. I was in charge of all the decorations at the baby shower and I wish I had pictures of it, because I found that I actually did like decorating. I couldn't find the camera the night of the shower, so no pics to show for it. And actually the picture above is from my camera phone. Thanks again Anna for such a cute idea! It turned out great!&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/5598752608521394035-3510878741112874369?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3510878741112874369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3510878741112874369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3510878741112874369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3510878741112874369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/framing.html' title='Framing'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SOl2p_Di1OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WMirlH5ot18/s72-c/IMG00057%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6705527491848870340</id><published>2008-10-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:04:00.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SORUHlZfxLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gPC3FcC0pfE/s1600-h/108-0891_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415554695709874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SORUHlZfxLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gPC3FcC0pfE/s320/108-0891_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week has been another busy one! Yesterday Quinn and I were out running errands. I wanted to get everything done before his naptime, so then we could just play the rest of the day. I dropped my mom off at the airport. I went to Michael's. I went to Joanne's Fabrics. And here is where the story takes a screeching hault. I always start the car before I put Quinn in so it has some time to cool off. (it is still in the 100's here in good ol' AZ) So I threw my purse in the car, threw my Joanne's bag in and started the car. I Quickly shut the door and got Quinn out of the cart to put him in the car. Doors are all locked! What? How did this happen? I am not exactly sure. I didn't even know what to do. No cell phone, no purse, no spare key.&lt;br /&gt;I asked a lady walking into Joanne's if she had a cell phone I could borrow. After many attempts of calling Jason, I finally got him!  I was so embaressed. I told him what happened and he came to my rescue. He pulled up in his car about 15 minutes later and gave me some money to go get some lunch while he got the locksmith to come. He even borrowed a car seat from a lady at work so that Quinn could come with me. I grabbed some lunch (we pregnant people can't go too long w/out food!) and came back and the locksmith pulled up within 2 minutes. I was saved!&lt;br /&gt;So thank you to my brave, fearless, wonderful husband who rescued his stupid wife. I love you! And yes, thank goodness Quinn was not in the car when I locked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6705527491848870340?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6705527491848870340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6705527491848870340' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6705527491848870340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6705527491848870340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SORUHlZfxLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gPC3FcC0pfE/s72-c/108-0891_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-5127459553728721490</id><published>2008-09-26T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:48:15.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SN1IiWXdJsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1AMIqN0NW48/s1600-h/Sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250432495540577986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SN1IiWXdJsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1AMIqN0NW48/s400/Sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me, in the middle! On Feb. 18, 1987, I was named one of the athletes of the week by our local paper. There is a funny story behind the picture. I was telling it to Jason this morning, and although he didn't think it was exactly funny, I thought I would do a post about it.&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 years old when this picture was taken. It was the 80's and BIG sweaters were in! My dad had a big sweater that I liked that I decided to wear to school one day. I did not ask him as I knew that he would probably say no. So, I snuck into his closet, shoved into my backpack and put it on once I was at school. That day the paper came to my Jr. High School and took my picture for this article. I left the sweater in my locker that day and kind of forgot about it. A couple of days later my dad asked me if I had his sweater and I said "no". (oops! that is why Jason did not think this was a funny story) I stuck to my story and figured I would get the sweater out of my locker and put it back in his closet and all would be well. The next morning the paper came and my dad was livid! There I was smiling with my big ol' braces in HIS SWEATER! Yikes! What a stupid teenager I was! He drove me down to the school that instant and made me open my locker and retrieve the sweater. I do not remember what my punishment was for that stunt, but I feel I should be punished now for my idiotic mind thinking he would never know, as I stood there smiling for the picture. (Yes, I am ashamed that I did that, but it makes for a good story)&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/5598752608521394035-5127459553728721490?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5127459553728721490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=5127459553728721490' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5127459553728721490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5127459553728721490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweater.html' title='The Sweater'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SN1IiWXdJsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1AMIqN0NW48/s72-c/Sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8558683533567711283</id><published>2008-09-22T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:50:06.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I" Stole This</title><content type='html'>I am... pregnant. My ever expanding belly and booty remind me everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to think... that my decisions in life thus far, have been pretty good ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've become... shorter. I tell everyone I am 5’8” because that is what I was measured at last pregnancy. Then at one of my doctor appointments, they said I was 5’7 1/2”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think...I look good in black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know...that life is not fair. Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want... for those I love to be happy and blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have...the naughtiest son. Cute, but naughty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...I never had a migraine headache again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate...when my husband is right. Ya know, when you are sure that you are right! Nothing worse than having to say, “honey, you were right. I am sorry.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss...living so close to the beach. The smell of the ocean, the sound of the ocean. There is nothing better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fear...my husband dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear...that if you drink a Diet Coke while eating a cookie, the calories from the cookie are cancelled out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smell...poopy diapers every time I get Quinn up from a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder...when attacks on our country will stop and America will be at peace with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret...not trying harder in High School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love...when I hear from old friends or family unexpectedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always...have dessert. I have no will power or control. Unless of course, the dessert is pie. Then I can pass with no problems!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not... very creative. I try, but it just isn’t happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe...we will all be accountable for our actions someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't always...see the best in myself. I am my own worst critic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I win...most of my battles with Quinn. (I hear that may change someday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lose... rings a lot. My oldest ring is my wedding ring, and I am surprised I haven’t lost it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never... think the worst in a person. Yes, I’ve been burned, but it is much more fun thinking that people are basically good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listen... to music ALL the time in the car. Quinn’s favorites are Kelly Clarkson and the Black Eyed Peas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read...before I go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I...invite everyone else to make an "I list." They are so fun to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248965768840856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SNgSjnnxw_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Eu9zOmAnJJU/s320/105-0538_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                    Jason and I on our honeymoon. AAAHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8558683533567711283?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8558683533567711283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8558683533567711283' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8558683533567711283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8558683533567711283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-stole-this.html' title='&quot;I&quot; Stole This'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SNgSjnnxw_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Eu9zOmAnJJU/s72-c/105-0538_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2895230470097409704</id><published>2008-09-18T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:05:05.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Angi</title><content type='html'>Dear Angi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I have not posted for a while. My life has been sucking the energy and will to blog right out of me. I have been busy with the planning and carrying out of an Enrichment night. Making posters, invitations, phone calls, etc. You know the drill. I have also been busy trying to keep Quinn out of trouble. Just yesterday I found him on TOP of his hutch. He had climbed up on a carpet cleaner I had in his room and boosted himself up on the hutch. I also find him playing with water wherever he can get it turned on. The master bath, his bath, or the kitchen. He pushes a chair over to the sink and turns the water on by himself and tries to have his own waterpark on my kitchen floor. The cleanup alone dirties up 3 or 4 towels. So then there is laundry to do. Oh, he also likes to try new ways to climb over his gate in the playroom. He turns his Lego tub over and climbs on top of that and tries to escape. He is obsessed with balloons right now and I cannot make a trip to the grocery store without having to purchase him one. We currently have 4 "Happy Birthday" balloons at the house. (it isn't anyones birthday...) He insists on taking my shoes out of the basket that they are so neatly stored in, and leaves them all around the house. The other morning I came in to find this....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247592933380428866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SNMx-E_9lEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/aRfKFVzcJwg/s400/Shoes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleanup wasn't so bad on this one. And where am I when this little boy is getting into things and turning on water you ask? Oh, making innvitations, or making posters.....But tonight the Enrichment activity happened and I am all done! I plan to sleep for 2 days and then I will continue as a faithful blogger and try to post more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Slacker Blogger&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2895230470097409704?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2895230470097409704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2895230470097409704' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2895230470097409704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2895230470097409704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-angi.html' title='For Angi'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SNMx-E_9lEI/AAAAAAAAAV0/aRfKFVzcJwg/s72-c/Shoes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1948834553337778900</id><published>2008-09-11T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:32:33.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SMmOXrLR6sI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xVPk7mr6WiA/s1600-h/911.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244879778427824834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SMmOXrLR6sI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xVPk7mr6WiA/s400/911.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't let today go by without acknowledging 9/11. For the people who 7 years ago lost their loved ones, ran out of the Twin Towers, went down in a hijacked plane, or those of us that watched the terror unfold on TV, my heart goes out! I remember where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news. I had just arrived at work (6:30 am) and a co-worker said that an airplane crashed into one of the towers. I first thought it was probably a private plane that lost control. As the news got worse and worse as the day went on, I could not tear myself away from the TV they had going in the break room. I was horrified and scared. What was going on. Over the next several weeks I became obsessed. I watched TV for hours when I got home. I bought every magazine that even mentioned the tragedies of that day. My heart was so full. I felt lucky that it wasn't me. I felt blessed that it did not affect any of immediate family members either. Since then, I still seem to want to know more. I have watched the documentaries, the Hollywood films, and the TV shows that depict or tell the 9/11 stories. I don't know how you live through that. My heart goes out to all who lost a loved one on that terrible day. How unimagineable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1948834553337778900?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1948834553337778900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1948834553337778900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1948834553337778900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1948834553337778900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-11.html' title='September 11'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SMmOXrLR6sI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xVPk7mr6WiA/s72-c/911.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-5306656950943714160</id><published>2008-09-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:41:18.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Jessica</title><content type='html'>Dear Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 6 months since you left us. We miss you everyday. God had a purpose when He took you. I thank you for being a valiant, noble, and precious daughter to Him, and to us. I know you are singing with the angels and in our Heavenly Father's care. How I look forward to our sweet reunion. You make me want to be a better mother and I know you are with me everyday. Sometimes I catch glimpses of what you must look like through your brother Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I was able to hold you and kiss your sweet face if only for a little while. I know you are happy, and heaven will keep you safe until we're home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243024352095538482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SML23pdgjTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/c5_xvEM7eGc/s200/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessica and her Aunt TT (one of my favorite pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-5306656950943714160?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5306656950943714160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=5306656950943714160' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5306656950943714160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5306656950943714160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-jessica.html' title='For Jessica'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SML23pdgjTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/c5_xvEM7eGc/s72-c/DSC01421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6902174211633302405</id><published>2008-09-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:36:29.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>We have been busy having fun &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; working! Quinn is getting bigger and smarter and more "boy" everyday! One of his favorite pastimes is to get on top of any table and clap his hands. See below:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171036502382290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SL_uyJKQ1tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7uNrwvf0qec/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                     This is over at Aunt Anna's house. (sorry about the table, Anna!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to dinner with Grammie and Papa at Delux burger in Phoenix. MMMMMM! Unfortunately, the only picture I got was of Quinn playing with the shopping cart that the fries come in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170557609984818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SL_uWRJawzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v7gTeHK89pA/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We celebrated Grandma and Grandpa Scanlan's birthdays on Labor Day. We went over to Aunt Anna's and had some grub and dessert. Then we opened presents! Quinn had a great time with his cousins and the highlight for me was talking and seeing, via Apple Computer, Jason's only sister that doesn't live in AZ. Rachel and her family sung happy birthday with us and chatted for a while. It was cool!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171859820994498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SL_viEQt38I/AAAAAAAAAU8/A1myoLgs6Qw/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa opening presents, with a little help from Isabella. (aren't they all beautiful and tan....they had just gotten back from Hawaii!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been busy making invitations and planning our Enrichment Opening Social. It sort of fell into my lap because the Enrichment Leader is adopting a child and the baby decided to come early! The Enrichment Leader had to hurry out to Utah (was there for the delivery) and must stay for 2 weeks before she can leave the state with the new baby. I made these invitations myself. Too many man hours to count!! Lots of cutting and gluing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173015817399666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SL_wlWrvLXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NGwVj-5zYsI/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took Quinn to a waterpark in Tempe. He enjoyed it, but we thought he would go crazy with delight. Seems he still likes to play on stairs and pick up trash off the ground better. Jason bought us shaved ice as a treat and he ate that up! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173880565934946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SL_xXsH2q2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/zDXMEnVt6bw/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                    Me and Quinn, chilling at the waterpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a doctor's appointment last week to check on the baby, and all is well. It was a relief to hear the heartbeat and know the baby was OK thus far. I am still thinking it is a boy.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6902174211633302405?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6902174211633302405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6902174211633302405' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6902174211633302405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6902174211633302405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SL_uyJKQ1tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/7uNrwvf0qec/s72-c/IMG_1422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1957043488069492659</id><published>2008-08-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:24:15.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Craze</title><content type='html'>Recently my friends mom passed away and I have been racking my brain on what to get her that might help cheer her up. After Jessica passed, someone brought me over cupcakes, and believe it or not, it &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; cheer me up! So yesterday Quinn and I made the haul to Scottsdale to pick up some cupcakes at the famed "SPRINKLES". This store has been open since May, but this was my first visit. The store was very, uh, vanilla. Not a lot of color, not a lot going on. The cupcakes are displayed in a tiny casing and I was disappointed that there were not more to make my tastebuds salivate. I ordered a box of 6. $21.05! What? For 6 cupcakes? I guess for one it is $3.25. When I arrived at my friends work with the cupcakes she graciously offered me one. I had to take her up on it because I needed to try this $3.25 cupcake. I had a dark chocolate one. It was Good. Great? Nah. Just good. I won't be hurrying back there anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362970342396306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SK7Z328LEZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ziGNFiUyGKU/s320/Sprinkles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1957043488069492659?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1957043488069492659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1957043488069492659' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1957043488069492659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1957043488069492659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/cupcake-craze.html' title='Cupcake Craze'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SK7Z328LEZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ziGNFiUyGKU/s72-c/Sprinkles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-5011636156031069558</id><published>2008-08-19T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:37:18.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;While we were in Manhattan Beach in July my mom and my sister arranged for a photographer to come and take a Williams family portrait. Our photographer was Kelli and she was awesome! After the big Williams picture, she took each individual family and did some shots. Below is a preview of what she "captured" with our little family. She is very talented and amazing. To check out my siblings and their families, and more of Kelli's work, go &lt;a href="http://kellinicolephoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtmNP7lRVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7F2zJumFU3E/s1600-h/Quinn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391369549104466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtmNP7lRVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7F2zJumFU3E/s400/Quinn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtmNYJMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/y3dS8hmO5Kw/s1600-h/Quinn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391371753678770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtmNYJMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/y3dS8hmO5Kw/s400/Quinn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtmNZ2lHNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/grBlFzwnHco/s1600-h/Swinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391372212477138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtmNZ2lHNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/grBlFzwnHco/s400/Swinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlvhVf7QI/AAAAAAAAATc/FmJe2ahwaxc/s1600-h/Butts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236390858825133314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlvhVf7QI/AAAAAAAAATc/FmJe2ahwaxc/s400/Butts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlvhfUr2I/AAAAAAAAATk/xpONLp5bRfU/s1600-h/Daddyleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236390858866339682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlvhfUr2I/AAAAAAAAATk/xpONLp5bRfU/s400/Daddyleg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlv_Z6yDI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZJtVMyjsjxM/s1600-h/Family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236390866896734258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlv_Z6yDI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZJtVMyjsjxM/s400/Family2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlwtF5NjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ci70Gpwcam8/s1600-h/Fmily1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236390879160776242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlwtF5NjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ci70Gpwcam8/s400/Fmily1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlw305uBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yiqTNFJr4I8/s1600-h/Quinn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236390882042296338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtlw305uBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yiqTNFJr4I8/s400/Quinn1.jpg" 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/5598752608521394035-5011636156031069558?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5011636156031069558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=5011636156031069558' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5011636156031069558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5011636156031069558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-shoot.html' title='Summer Shoot'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKtmNP7lRVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7F2zJumFU3E/s72-c/Quinn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3232823261927511611</id><published>2008-08-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:41:21.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Fun</title><content type='html'>Quinn has been clapping his hands a lot! We are not sure where he picked up this little "hobby", but think it is adorable everytime he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b090c62a2f7244a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db090c62a2f7244a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330338108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F6EFD605DB3BE5145166073D5248415042EADC2.6E3AE9FB790193272244F7BF2AC237AC0FEF3229%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db090c62a2f7244a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfC9yFvp_9oyANdnAVoVDIBwhSEU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db090c62a2f7244a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330338108%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F6EFD605DB3BE5145166073D5248415042EADC2.6E3AE9FB790193272244F7BF2AC237AC0FEF3229%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db090c62a2f7244a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfC9yFvp_9oyANdnAVoVDIBwhSEU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3232823261927511611?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b090c62a2f7244a2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3232823261927511611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3232823261927511611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3232823261927511611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3232823261927511611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-641964512399805189</id><published>2008-08-08T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:15:46.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>For those of you that are faithful Scanlan blog readers (let's face it, not many) you will recall a previous post where I was so dying to get those Joe's Jeans by simply dropping the last 6 or 7 pounds of my 35 pound goal. First of all, thanks to all of you who gave me great dieting advice and even meal plans! (thanks Ang, you know all the tricks!) But the mystery is finally solved as to why that weight would not come off..........I am pregnant. And although my husband is going to kill me for announcing this now, I feel I had to. I am only 10 weeks along and we were going to tell people when I was 12 weeks, but I just ate a huge dinner and now look 4 months pregnant! I cannot hide this bulging buddha. I need an excuse for my now expanding waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calling this baby our little miracle. (for those of you that know this story, skip to the end) We have always needed the Dr's help to get pregnant. I have an ongoing list of things that are wrong with my reproductive capabilities. (polycystic ovaries, fibroids, endo, don't ovualte on my own...) We were not even "trying", if you know what I mean. This baby was sent from heaven. I like to think that our little girl up there had something to do with this. She grabbed this spirit and said "get down there! those are your parents and they need you!"  A visit to the doctor even had him saying that this was sent from God. (he predicts that this is a boy)&lt;br /&gt;I had very mixed feelings at first. I cried. I swore. There was not a lot of joy at first. I felt like if I got excited about this baby then I was saying that everything that happened with Jessica is OK and it is over and I am OK with it. The truth is, I am not over it. I am not OK with it. I have hope, and I know this is the Lord's plan, not mine, but my heart still aches for baby Jess. Yet time has lessened the sting. I still cry for her. In a mothers weak moments, I weep. I love her and I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;But it is time to grow our family. It is time to give Quinn a sibling. I know this baby will be healthy and beautiful and alas, I am feeling joyful to be bringing another spirit into our home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-641964512399805189?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/641964512399805189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=641964512399805189' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/641964512399805189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/641964512399805189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1360572406284582786</id><published>2008-08-06T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:03:25.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitiful</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream that I was being honored as an awesome soccer player. huh? And as my reward someone made me this huge, fantastic, decorated chocolate chip cookie. And in my dream, as the creator of my cookie handed me my "award", the only thing I said was "I need to take a picture of this, so I can blog about it." Oh please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231590405957591458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJpXwY1xoaI/AAAAAAAAATA/dHNe5O_5ltI/s320/chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1360572406284582786?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1360572406284582786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1360572406284582786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1360572406284582786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1360572406284582786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/pitiful.html' title='Pitiful'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJpXwY1xoaI/AAAAAAAAATA/dHNe5O_5ltI/s72-c/chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1569881363268531318</id><published>2008-08-05T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:27:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Getaway</title><content type='html'>July 25 was the start of the Williams Family Beach Vacation. We went to Manhattan Beach this year and had a great time! The vacation itself was not as I remembered...Oh wait, I never had kids before! I used to lay on the beach from 9 -5 with short breaks to eat and drink. Not this year! Come nap time, I am trapped in that hotel room for 2-3 hours. It all worked out and I really did have a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I learned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I still really miss CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sleeping in a Queen sized bed is for the birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Quinn loves the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A 5 hour drive can quickly turn into a 7 hour drive in CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Don't leave the house without a pocketful of quarters for parking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. A week goes by rather quickly when you are with the ones you love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are a few pictures of the vacation. I didn't take as many pictures as I would have liked, but I never do!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231224947044404034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkLX4S-S0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/oBzSNhyw8Eg/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231224948888483218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkLX_KotZI/AAAAAAAAASw/2JdaXlfUpBU/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231224943148376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkLXpyFooI/AAAAAAAAASo/zkZDuTP0Haw/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231224936411915282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkLXQr_ZBI/AAAAAAAAASg/vwDneysAZVI/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231223491518378418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkKDKChsbI/AAAAAAAAASA/4iMBKr0nMnk/s320/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231223505382911570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkKD9sFrlI/AAAAAAAAASY/GDkWxG1Akq0/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231223493425279042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkKDRJKsEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y40kVUFrWq8/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231223489451503330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkKDCVvruI/AAAAAAAAASI/MLGMIWquuk8/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221995417566930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkIsEoS_tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MO3j_RTpxzI/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221990874301298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkIrztGQ3I/AAAAAAAAARw/5HQMszjGODc/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221987984397298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkIro8F0_I/AAAAAAAAARo/yuv0snN0Rz4/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221984578022242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkIrcP8q2I/AAAAAAAAARg/y_urOda3oic/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&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/5598752608521394035-1569881363268531318?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1569881363268531318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1569881363268531318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1569881363268531318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1569881363268531318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-getaway.html' title='Beach Getaway'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SJkLX4S-S0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/oBzSNhyw8Eg/s72-c/IMG_1296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8300302514500290616</id><published>2008-07-18T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:13:18.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Startin' Him Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SICk0TVUFAI/AAAAAAAAARI/kuNB6h2846E/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224356786199598082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SICk0TVUFAI/AAAAAAAAARI/kuNB6h2846E/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SICk1OaZWCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NvuhAPn2Fos/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224356802058606626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SICk1OaZWCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NvuhAPn2Fos/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SICk1nQg4yI/AAAAAAAAARY/2glMt29MJfg/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224356808728044322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SICk1nQg4yI/AAAAAAAAARY/2glMt29MJfg/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;em&gt;     Good Boy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8300302514500290616?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8300302514500290616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8300302514500290616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8300302514500290616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8300302514500290616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/startin-him-young.html' title='Startin&apos; Him Young'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SICk0TVUFAI/AAAAAAAAARI/kuNB6h2846E/s72-c/IMG_1292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7277236468193108379</id><published>2008-07-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:58:26.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole Scanlan crew went up to Show Low for the weekend. We stayed in Jason's boss' cabin. The place is out of site! This is our 2nd trip staying at the cabin and it is like staying at a 4 star resort. It is equipped with 5 bedrooms, 4 1/2 baths, theatre room, game room, playground, fire pit, trampoline, hot tub, hammock, quads, razors, and tons of fun! Unfortunately, the first night we were there Quinn was really sick. Then the next day I was pretty sick. Jason also caught "something" that had him running to the toilet! Needless to say, I did not get to take as many pictures as I would have liked. But we had a fun time being with family and playing with cousins! We hope to make it a yearly tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315192826089762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxflpM0SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cMK52AsiFM8/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                    Quinn and Jason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxfGryu9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/dWH1_PqlRrg/s1600-h/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315184515464146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxfGryu9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/dWH1_PqlRrg/s320/IMG_1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                Uncle Zac holding Bailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxgAlsASI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ijfArgO6Mhc/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315200059113762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxgAlsASI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ijfArgO6Mhc/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                     Gavin and Quinn playing in the hammock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxgpN16nI/AAAAAAAAARA/4oRN4w-F2EA/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315210964953714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxgpN16nI/AAAAAAAAARA/4oRN4w-F2EA/s320/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                        Quinn hanging out on the playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223315179354935954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxezdbUpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8T2stMoEgs8/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                               Jason, Emily and Quinn. This is the day we left and we all actually felt decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-7277236468193108379?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7277236468193108379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7277236468193108379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7277236468193108379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7277236468193108379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/whole-scanlan-crew-went-up-to-show-low.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHzxflpM0SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cMK52AsiFM8/s72-c/IMG_1273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8613920088778770309</id><published>2008-07-08T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:38:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe's Jeans</title><content type='html'>OK, for a couple of months I have had a one track mind. Lose Weight. Lose Weight. Lose Weight. I needed to motivate myself, so I asked Jason if I lost the designated amount of poundage (happens to be 35 freakin' pounds) if he would buy me a pair of Joe's Jeans. When I got pregnant with Quinn I gained a whoppin' 60 pounds! (how is that even possible you ask?) First 12 weeks=no exercise because I was considered high risk. Week 15= Appendix out. Week 24=PUPPP. (if you don't know what that is, google it. It is a ridiculously painful rash that I was lucky enough to get) Week 36=Bed rest. I did manage to lose 50 of the 60 pounds before getting pregnant with our sweet Jessica. I gained 25 with her. Which brings us to the 35 pounds that I needed to lose!!! I have picked out a few pair of jeans that have kept me motivated and on my way! However, I am stuck. I have 7 more pounds to go before Jason slaps that credit card down for a new pair of Joe's Jeans. I have had 7 pounds to go for about 2 weeks now. I only have until July 25 or all bets are off! Can you help me?!? Look how cute these jeans are! Anyone, please, help me lose 7 pounds by July 25!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220805389735201266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHQG10icifI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sBpKuvi2HDU/s320/Joe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220805394020489218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHQG2EgI2AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MA2pMSqNanE/s320/Joe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8613920088778770309?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8613920088778770309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8613920088778770309' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8613920088778770309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8613920088778770309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/joes-jeans.html' title='Joe&apos;s Jeans'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHQG10icifI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sBpKuvi2HDU/s72-c/Joe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3570018141366124076</id><published>2008-07-06T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:05:03.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights from Our Week</title><content type='html'>First off, Quinn's little fingers are doing so much better. There are just 2 tiny scabs that should be gone in a few days. He seems to be back to normal with them...grabbing things, eating, hitting, you know all the stuff that boys do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated 4th of July this week and we had a nice get together. We were shocked when we found an uninvited visitor in the sill of a sliding glass door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220112775338170786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGQ6W2CmaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YJFLaRw3ueI/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't quite capture the "rattle" on film, but it was there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220113888974773682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGR7LdsnbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FSLHuQyPCV8/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                Makes me sick to even look at the slimy, slithery sucker now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since we were at my mom's house I had no clue what to do. Jason called 911 and they connected him to the Fire Department. The Fire Department came out and removed our uninvited guest, just in the knick of time! They put the snake in a bucket and then take it to the nearest wash and release them. (I would have been OK if they killed him) Yuck!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220113878615947538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGR6k39eRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DRTVPSsMUPI/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                    Mr. Joe Fireman taking our rattlesnake away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a photo of all the girls at the swim/BBQ. We were playing around with the cameras and trying to get some good cleavage shots.....but unfortunately boys, this is the only picture that my camera took.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220115286770279650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGTMiqHZOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Zp8Wo9ANJqE/s320/IMG10101010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                             Kami, Me, Anna and Tia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night this week, Jason, Quinn and I all went to eat at a Deli at the Mesa Riverview. As we were coming out of the Deli, Quinn spotted some "water fun" that he went charging towards. I figured I would let him play around for a little bit, but quickly realized he was getting soaked. So we stripped down and let him play around until his diaper was so full and heavy of water, that even passerbys were making comments. Quinn loved playing in the water and we could have kept him there all night!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220117509160019602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGVN5tHppI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xZvjHv2a6nw/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220117515290194946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGVOQiqtAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rt_oWuLVPa0/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220117521565516546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGVOn60gwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wv7FTzn-fM4/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220117535535161826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGVPb9cYeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/V4eTeHjLiWk/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3570018141366124076?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3570018141366124076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3570018141366124076' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3570018141366124076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3570018141366124076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/highlights-from-our-week.html' title='Highlights from Our Week'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SHGQ6W2CmaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YJFLaRw3ueI/s72-c/IMG_1232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8942636134970613484</id><published>2008-06-23T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:41:34.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidents Happen</title><content type='html'>I was debating whether to call this post "Mother of the Year" because that is the award I should win. I mean, who leaves a HOT flat iron laying around where any 16 month old can touch it. Oh, a lot of people? Then maybe I do not deserve the Mother of the Year award. My heart broke when Quinn touched my flat iron and burned his two fingers. But the more I share with people what happened, the more curling iron burn stories I hear. It WAS an accident and we spent Sunday morning at Urgent Care so they could tell us to do nothing. That is what a $60 co-pay gets you these days. A nurse in our ward gave me some aloe and told us to give him Tylenol. (thank you!!) Other than that, he should heal on his own. Sigh....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215194695486921186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SGAX8br_2eI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Mnvy13my9zQ/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215194701392246402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SGAX8xr79oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/O0Ix5AqUdBo/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8942636134970613484?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8942636134970613484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8942636134970613484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8942636134970613484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8942636134970613484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/accidents-happen.html' title='Accidents Happen'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SGAX8br_2eI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Mnvy13my9zQ/s72-c/IMG_1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7645543182162662618</id><published>2008-06-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:20:53.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't They Beautiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFsv0rvyGhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/D2mGfMaGl58/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213813575754324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFsv0rvyGhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/D2mGfMaGl58/s400/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do I have the best sister in the world or what? These arrived yesterday at a time when I needed a little pick me up. How thoughtful and how gorgeous!! Thank you Shannon! I love you!&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/5598752608521394035-7645543182162662618?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7645543182162662618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7645543182162662618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7645543182162662618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7645543182162662618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/arent-they-beautiful.html' title='Aren&apos;t They Beautiful?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFsv0rvyGhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/D2mGfMaGl58/s72-c/IMG_1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2865921857618014608</id><published>2008-06-17T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:19:31.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Voss</title><content type='html'>I met him when I was 10 years old. I had a crush on his son, Tommy Voss. He was an unusually big man, but had a very sweet heart. I swam in his pool, watched movies at his house, and even kissed his son!! But I didn't really get to know Mr. Voss until he became Coach Voss. He started coaching me my sophomore year in High School. He had always coached guys and this was his first experience with coaching girls. Later he tells me that he knew nothing about women even though he was married and had a daughter of his own. Our first year together was an adjustment, but I loved his coaching style. Stearn, not harsh, competitive, though not over the top. He told us that the only person allowed to yell at us during our games was him. (that included all parents) That meant that my dad had to sit there with his mouth shut during all games! If not, Coach Voss would kindly ask him to leave. He made us run more than any coach I had. But he was smart. He conditioned us so that no matter how tough the game, or how bad the weather, that we would never get tired. He bribed us. He would say, "if you beat San Ramon, I will shave a mohawk" or "if you go undeafeted this season, I will shave half my beard, dye my hair black and dye my beard red." All this from a 45 year old working man. And believe me, we won and he shaved and dyed. (oh how did his wife put up with that?!?!) He took our team out to breakfast every game day.  I share all of this because I graduated from High School 16 years ago. I have not seen Mr. Voss for 16 years, and last Friday I met him in Danville California and we had dinner together. How fun to talk about old times and what he meant during my High School years. He motivated me and helped me be more competitive (is that possible?). And like I said, he had the most tender of hearts. He is 60 now, walking a little more slowly and displaying more grays. But he is still the same old Coach Voss that I remember from High School. "Willy!" he used to call me. And when I saw him at dinner he said "Willy, I thought I lost you." Below is a picture of the 2 of us my Senior year. We won the North Coast Sectionals that year. Hence, the half beard, black beard, red haired crazy man standing next to me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213039508304832930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFhv0ByWKaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o6G3xtfWGBA/s320/CoachanMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2865921857618014608?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2865921857618014608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2865921857618014608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2865921857618014608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2865921857618014608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-voss.html' title='Mr. Voss'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFhv0ByWKaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o6G3xtfWGBA/s72-c/CoachanMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1661122182814469657</id><published>2008-06-17T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:25:27.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Haircut</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know Quinn, it took a long time for this little rugrat to get hair. Well now that he has it, it is a little out of control! So while we were in CA we decided to buzz it. His cousin, Grant was sporting the mohawk while we were there, and though I was tempted to follow suit, we just gave Q-man a buzz! Thanks Uncle Steve for buzzin" him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFfXfz90YfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ckc-zHljcFY/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212872035230048754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFfXfz90YfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ckc-zHljcFY/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      BEFORE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFfXQ7TewjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6Saqy1ci4oU/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212871779501916722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFfXQ7TewjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6Saqy1ci4oU/s320/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             DURING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFfXBsWMBHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Vh1zPCSWR_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212871517788701810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFfXBsWMBHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Vh1zPCSWR_Y/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            AFTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1661122182814469657?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1661122182814469657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1661122182814469657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1661122182814469657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1661122182814469657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-haircut.html' title='1st Haircut'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SFfXfz90YfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ckc-zHljcFY/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7334711904960783532</id><published>2008-06-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:56:28.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>Since we all know that is is hotter than HELL here in the summer (sorry for the language mom), it is important that you and your kids know how to swim. So, we signed Quinn up for swimming lessons. He has had 4 so far. They started out easy enough and he was a good sport. The mommies even get in with the kids and learn the techniques to teach the child whenever you are in a pool. Then teacher Sara got a hold of Quinn and made him go under. I didn't mind so much and thought it was good for him to get used to. But Quinn has a problem opening his mouth, wanting to taste and swallow the water. He does this in the bathtub as well. So while teacher Sara is dunking him, he has his mouth open, tongue out. Of course he chokes on the water and is mad and crying. Every swimming lesson since has been the same. He sees Sara and immediately starts crying. That is until she busts out her licorice. Red Vine anyone? Quinn, we are finding, is easily bribed with food. (and just so you all know, he is only 70% in weight. But 95% in height.) So I am OK with a little bribery now and then. We have one more lesson. I am hoping with some licorice and good coercing that he will be able to go under without crying. I have not been able to get a lot of photos of him in the actual swim lesson, because I am in there with him. But here are a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208238939914578578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEdhuK73KpI/AAAAAAAAANc/ThSUe0B4_vs/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                       Waiting for the lesson to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEdiuy_YFwI/AAAAAAAAANs/qnx-kIB5rIk/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208240050178365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEdiuy_YFwI/AAAAAAAAANs/qnx-kIB5rIk/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                              For a special treat, a "ride" on Shamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEdiVbRMMnI/AAAAAAAAANk/dTzFHzG42Os/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208239614313902706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEdiVbRMMnI/AAAAAAAAANk/dTzFHzG42Os/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                               All this boy is thinking is "get me off the whale. Where is the licocrice lady?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208240345699874562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEdi__5MdwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dWcmHC8B3Tc/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                AAHHH! Happy again. Notice licorice in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-7334711904960783532?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7334711904960783532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7334711904960783532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7334711904960783532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7334711904960783532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEdhuK73KpI/AAAAAAAAANc/ThSUe0B4_vs/s72-c/IMG_1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1505123672103224448</id><published>2008-05-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:37:46.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEIPqCL6HAI/AAAAAAAAANM/UsGG2sUO_d8/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206741334009453570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEIPqCL6HAI/AAAAAAAAANM/UsGG2sUO_d8/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new Nikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went running. I left Quinn with Jason and headed out for a morning jog. I ran for 4 miles. I was pretty proud of myself. When I got back I realized how much I love to run and how much I had missed it. It is the best strees reliever, best time to think, and the best exercise. I have been walking and had given up on running because I didn't want to push a stroller while doing it. But now I have had a taste of the freedom, a taste of the runners high, a taste of what I used to have. And now I want it back. So I got myself a pair of new running shoes. I am so excited! I got the kind that you can use with an I-pod Nano. I am not sure of all the bells and whistles, but I have had the chip for some time and just never got the shoes. I have heard great things about it, so I am excited to use it with my new shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1505123672103224448?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1505123672103224448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1505123672103224448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1505123672103224448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1505123672103224448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-kicks.html' title='New Kicks'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SEIPqCL6HAI/AAAAAAAAANM/UsGG2sUO_d8/s72-c/IMG_1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-4885824040465734521</id><published>2008-05-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:13:18.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>We had a BBQ at Grammie and Papa's. Here are some pics of swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxbuzFLsqI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y94ccq-QEtY/s1600-h/IMG_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205136128877507234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxbuzFLsqI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y94ccq-QEtY/s400/IMG_1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                            Quinn on his Daddy's shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxbcTFLspI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dwSydKi9334/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205135811049927314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxbcTFLspI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dwSydKi9334/s400/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OOOOOOOO! Hanging out with Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxbJjFLsoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ivdl4JvOdTs/s1600-h/IMG_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205135488927380098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxbJjFLsoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ivdl4JvOdTs/s400/IMG_1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                           Grammie joining us in the pool. (check out the view of Red Mountain!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxa3DFLsnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gyL9G3iNmrc/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205135171099800178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxa3DFLsnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gyL9G3iNmrc/s400/IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                        Grammie trying not to drop Quinn (Just kidding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxakzFLsmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8lmXQ7czmB0/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205134857567187554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxakzFLsmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8lmXQ7czmB0/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good views from the negative edge pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxaUTFLslI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kKPgSh0D-30/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205134574099346002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxaUTFLslI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kKPgSh0D-30/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                             My smiley boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxaATFLskI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QKBFHixh8eI/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205134230501962306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxaATFLskI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QKBFHixh8eI/s400/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                      Splish Splash! Splish Splash! Where am I in all these photos you ask....I had to take all the pics!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-4885824040465734521?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4885824040465734521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=4885824040465734521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4885824040465734521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4885824040465734521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDxbuzFLsqI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y94ccq-QEtY/s72-c/IMG_1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3122993728876769234</id><published>2008-05-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:09:08.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Seavey's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDokjjFLsdI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZgtGoe6j9PM/s1600-h/Seavey20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204512512511029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDokjjFLsdI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZgtGoe6j9PM/s320/Seavey20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Seavey's. Since her blog is "private" perhaps I will not use their real names. From here on out the wife will be referred to as Gina, the husband-Jeff, and the kiddo-Jake. Gina is my walking buddy. We both wanted to get rid of some baby weight, so we started walking together about 5 or 6 months ago. When you spend an hour a day with someone almost everyday, you get to know them pretty well. You know their likes, dislikes, their past loves, all about their husband, their labor, their dreams, their wants, their most embaressing moments, their proudest moments, their gifts, their talents, even their weaknesses. (although Gina does not have any!) We quickly became more than walking friends and started to hang out even MORE than our alotted walk time. Gina is someone that you want as a friend. She has a heart of gold. She is caring and understanding and she will even laugh at your jokes. She has the most adorable son that you have ever seen! She is talented and creative and patient. She will go way out of her way for you, whether she likes/dislikes you or even knows you! Gina's husband, Jeff, is the same way! He would give the shirt off his back to you if you ever needed it. Jeff, Gina and Jake are leaving. They are moving far far away. They say that they are coming back. They say that they like it here and hope to return in 3 years. You hope they move close to you. Believe me-What a great family. Wherever they end up, they will touch lives and help everyone! Good luck in OHIO!!! I will miss you and think of you often!!! XOXOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few pics from their going away party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204515974254670306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDontDFLseI/AAAAAAAAALk/Av48SCl5HYE/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204516425226236402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDooHTFLsfI/AAAAAAAAALs/51hTVArJes8/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204516833248129538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDoofDFLsgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/c2HqHq0Wab8/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204517211205251602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDoo1DFLshI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9fRkF4d3Df8/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204517563392569890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDopJjFLsiI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZKHyBG2UNFU/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204517872630215218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDopbjFLsjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/r5ZjVHThcnw/s320/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3122993728876769234?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3122993728876769234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3122993728876769234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3122993728876769234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3122993728876769234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-long-seaveys.html' title='So Long Seavey&apos;s!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDokjjFLsdI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZgtGoe6j9PM/s72-c/Seavey20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3050657159823763686</id><published>2008-05-25T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:43:44.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camera Has Been Found!</title><content type='html'>Jason had a revelation that the camera may have been left in his backpack after a "jeeping" trip he took with some friends! TA DA! There it was! So to get us started off, here are some pics of Quinn. (this is for you, Shan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204510717214699938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDoi7DFLsaI/AAAAAAAAALE/UFXiKf5ScQk/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204511112351691186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDojSDFLsbI/AAAAAAAAALM/DRYRcjdokEE/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204511623452799426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDojvzFLscI/AAAAAAAAALU/1MFskx4SCHA/s320/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3050657159823763686?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3050657159823763686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3050657159823763686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3050657159823763686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3050657159823763686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/camera-has-been-found.html' title='The Camera Has Been Found!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SDoi7DFLsaI/AAAAAAAAALE/UFXiKf5ScQk/s72-c/IMG_1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-4271920859899171844</id><published>2008-05-08T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:05:06.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth....</title><content type='html'>We lost our camera! I haven't blogged for so long, because I feel naked without some pics to post. There has been so much going on and I have nothing to show for it! Quinn is taking swimming lessons. I for sure wish I had a camera to capture those sweet moments. This boy thinks he owns the pool. Jason's sister, Tia, is graduating with a Master's Degree. I wanted to take a picture of her in her cap and gown. She has worked so long and so hard for this! We are all so proud of her and happy that she accomplished her goal. I got a new swimsuit. (glad we didn't have the camera for that) It is my usual black, but a tankini instead of a bikini. Having a baby really ruins it for you. We took an anniversary trip to S. California and stayed in Newport Beach. I would have loved to take a picture of Quinn on the beach. So until we find that camera, or maybe get a new one, I may be out.....Who wants to read a blog that doesn't have any pictures? That's the best part, I think we can all admit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-4271920859899171844?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4271920859899171844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=4271920859899171844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4271920859899171844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4271920859899171844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-is-worth.html' title='A picture is worth....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6262330326728595018</id><published>2008-04-18T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:55:56.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I cannot remember the last time that I went on a date with my husband. In all honesty, it could have been last year. So, tonight we head off to see a movie! As dumb as it sounds, I am excited! And this weekend also holds other exciting events as my sister is coming into town again! Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6262330326728595018?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6262330326728595018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6262330326728595018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6262330326728595018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6262330326728595018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-710960324045843238</id><published>2008-04-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:01:39.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Doctor</title><content type='html'>Today was my 6 week checkup with my OB. Not sure if I should even blog about this, but I feel like it is good therapy to write about it.  The whole drive over there I was fine. I even managed to get in the door and signed in. And then I waited. And waited. And waited. Tears came to my eyes as I thought about the last time I was in that waiting room. I was 6 1/2 months pregnant. I was there for a routine checkup. Today I was there to make sure I was healing. The tears kept coming as they led me back to be weighed and have my blood pressure taken. "how are you?" Numb. I am numb. Then I waited in the exact same room where I heard those daunting words "I cannot hear the baby's heart." Today I sat there, numb. My husband walked in and gave me a big hug. (only a few minutes late) Then entered the doctor. "how are you?" Numb. Do you ever really wrap your mind around what happened? The doctor seemed a bit down today also. As he checked on my healing (physically) he was searching for words of comfort, even 6 weeks later. He kept saying that I would never get over this, that only time will lessen the pain. I laid there, numb. I didn't really respond or say anything. I knew that he felt horrible and I knew that he knew I felt horrible. The doctor became speechless at times and it was then that I knew this was hard on him, as it was on me. Bless his heart, he would have done anything to save that baby. But some things are just meant to be......&lt;br /&gt;My feelings of course led me to Jessica's resting place, Queen of Heaven Cemetery. I walked over to her spot and said hello. I like to imagine her dancing, skipping and singing in heaven. She is happy, oh so happy to be there. So I will keep her in my heart, skipping, dancing, and singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-710960324045843238?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/710960324045843238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=710960324045843238' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/710960324045843238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/710960324045843238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/el-doctor.html' title='El Doctor'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-738632050898251672</id><published>2008-04-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:48:31.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celeb Sightings</title><content type='html'>So Ben had a marvelous idea to share all the Celebrity Sightings in our lives! I am a total Celeb junkie and always know the latest and greatest. So this little post suits me! Please share your celeb sightings, or leave me a comment. I love when people have seen or talked to "A" List celebs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQjAHDvnaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mxAKV1ISu20/s1600-h/tara+reid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189311155439377826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQjAHDvnaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mxAKV1ISu20/s320/tara+reid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tara Reid - saw her in NYC walking the streets with some randon guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQivXDvnZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RBxbpCZVans/s1600-h/dick+vitale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189310867676568978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQivXDvnZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RBxbpCZVans/s320/dick+vitale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                  Dick Vitale - Saw him when we were in the Bahamas staying at the Atlantis, very nice guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQigHDvnYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oBHy8BawVPE/s1600-h/lionel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189310605683563906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQigHDvnYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oBHy8BawVPE/s320/lionel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                          Lionel Richie - saw him in NYC also walking the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQiRXDvnXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/INcbFGmXths/s1600-h/john+cleese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189310352280493426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQiRXDvnXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/INcbFGmXths/s320/john+cleese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; John Cleese - saw him in NYC at a Chinese restaurant. He was sitting directly behind us with another gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQiBXDvnWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oBYSkjGo9Sg/s1600-h/Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189310077402586466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQiBXDvnWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oBYSkjGo9Sg/s320/Ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ryan Seacrest - he sat in front of me at a Dave Matthews concert. And now that I am typing this, I realized that I also saw Jamie Pressly at this same concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQhyHDvnVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/93X4ibzl618/s1600-h/Juliette+Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189309815409581394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQhyHDvnVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/93X4ibzl618/s320/Juliette+Lewis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juliette Lewis - she was in front of me at the Orange County airport, checking into Delta. A few young girls asked for her autograph and she obliged. She had no makeup on and had tons of zits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQhiXDvnUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/u7iGl76Eb8I/s1600-h/owen+wilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189309544826641730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQhiXDvnUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/u7iGl76Eb8I/s320/owen+wilson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owen Wilson - saw him at a hotel in Vegas. Me and my friend followed him around the casino until a security guard told us to knock it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAPsm3DvnTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VyDjY3dsVkE/s1600-h/Julianne+Moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189251348019780914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAPsm3DvnTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/VyDjY3dsVkE/s320/Julianne+Moore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julianne Moore - saw her in Greenwich Village, walking home from the park with her daughter. Looks the same in person as she does in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I have also seen Jack Nicholson, Brandy, Denzel Washington, Russell Crowe and Nicole Kidman, but I don't really count them because they were all at basketball games.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-738632050898251672?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/738632050898251672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=738632050898251672' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/738632050898251672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/738632050898251672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/celeb-sightings.html' title='Celeb Sightings'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SAQjAHDvnaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mxAKV1ISu20/s72-c/tara+reid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-8347444511729854750</id><published>2008-04-11T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:00:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to my Aussie Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_-XeWmUJNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RXvlqgU-YPM/s1600-h/michael_johns_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188031843472254162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_-XeWmUJNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RXvlqgU-YPM/s320/michael_johns_out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I watch American Idol religiously. And last night I was shocked when my little Aussie boyfriend was sent packing. Although I did not think that he was going to win the show, I did not think that he would be kicked off so soon! He has a great voice and that accent doesn't hurt him any either. My husband likes his voice but cannot stand the way he moves on stage. I really thought Kristy Lee would be gone. It seems like Kristy Lee is this years Sanjaya. GET HER OFF! I kept waiting and waiting and waiting for Sanjaya to be kicked off last year, and I feel that way with Kristy Lee. Will it be this week? (there is still time to put in your American Idol predictions if you visit &lt;a href="http://thebiznards.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy's blog&lt;/a&gt;......prizes?!) My favorite is still David Cook. With David Archuletta and Sayesha coming in 2nd and 3rd. And by the way, did anyone else think Paula was practically naked on Tuesday night?!? Hello! Put those things away. Nobody wants to see those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-8347444511729854750?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8347444511729854750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=8347444511729854750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8347444511729854750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/8347444511729854750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell-to-my-aussie-idol.html' title='Farewell to my Aussie Idol'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_-XeWmUJNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RXvlqgU-YPM/s72-c/michael_johns_out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-4086953770546532259</id><published>2008-04-08T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:53:49.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the Taste of It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_ujFLIQfXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MWH1pp8tD6Q/s1600-h/diet+coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186918705129356658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_ujFLIQfXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MWH1pp8tD6Q/s320/diet+coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh! I never thought that I would drink it, but here I am practically addicted to Diet Coke. I hardly ever drank soda and laughed at those women who started their drinking frenzy well before lunch time. I remember last year going to Youth Conference up near Flagstaff and the other woman leaders that were with us could only talk about where they were going to get their Diet Coke. "Certainly there will be a General Store nearby!" "Can someone drive to the gas station and pick up a 6-pack?!" I volunteered to be the designated driver just so I didn't have to listen to them talk about Diet Coke anymore! And now look at me! Going to Wal-mart to see if the 12 pack is cheaper there than at Target. I should be ashamed of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-4086953770546532259?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4086953770546532259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=4086953770546532259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4086953770546532259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4086953770546532259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-taste-of-it.html' title='Just for the Taste of It'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_ujFLIQfXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MWH1pp8tD6Q/s72-c/diet+coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-267098641362508715</id><published>2008-04-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:44:27.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_ugHbIQfWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KqB8PTO4Iss/s1600-h/jamba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186915445249178978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_ugHbIQfWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KqB8PTO4Iss/s400/jamba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, breakfast was on Jamba Juice! I heard from a friend that the Valley Jamba Juices were giving away free breakfst Smoothies. My friend and I packed up our boys and headed to Jamba. I had the Mango Peach Topper and it was delicious!  We basked in the sun and enjoyed our free breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186915166076304722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="75" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_uf3LIQfVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZQM2IYcks0Q/s400/jamba2.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186914895493365058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_ufnbIQfUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AlykDEY3WGA/s320/jamba3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-267098641362508715?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/267098641362508715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=267098641362508715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/267098641362508715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/267098641362508715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-breakfast.html' title='Free Breakfast'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_ugHbIQfWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KqB8PTO4Iss/s72-c/jamba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-966744752695746250</id><published>2008-04-07T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:43:41.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_pPLbIQfTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sWeq7WORsk4/s1600-h/Ballard_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186544978550095154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_pPLbIQfTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sWeq7WORsk4/s320/Ballard_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was the first time that Jason and I tried to watch conference with a 1 year old running around. Needless to say, I saw bits and pieces and will have to go back and watch many of the talks over again. However, one talk that I did hear and listen to intently was M. Russell Ballard's talk on being a mother. Although I only have one child, I feel like much of my day is tending to his needs and cleaningup after him. When I was NOT a mom, I always wondered what the big deal was with people who have kids being on time, complaining about a dirty house, not getting out to a movie, having a filthy car, and the list could go on and on. I never realized how much time and energy one child would take out of me, and I can only imagine those of you that have 3, 4, 5, and 6 kids. I now see how being on time is a challenge, or just going on a date night. So I really appreciated Elder Ballard's talk and how he more appreciated his wife and her motherly duties after he was forced to take them over for a short while. I also loved when he talked about saying Thank You more often as spouses and children alike. What a better world this would be if we all were a little kinder and a little more grateful to one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-966744752695746250?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/966744752695746250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=966744752695746250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/966744752695746250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/966744752695746250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/conference.html' title='Conference'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_pPLbIQfTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sWeq7WORsk4/s72-c/Ballard_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-4685366196963389570</id><published>2008-04-02T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:18:13.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_Ow97IQfSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U6c3O7RlIyo/s1600-h/pasta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184682173924408610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_Ow97IQfSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U6c3O7RlIyo/s320/pasta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am somehow making it through a rough month, and a lot of that is due to family and friends meeting me for lunch this week. I have been out to lunch everyday thus far and have plans through Friday! It is a relief and a help that so many people want to keep me busy. It is also nice to have something to look forward to during the day and week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also means that I have to exercise more faithfully so my body can afford to eat out. I am resuming the JumpSnap again as it helped me lose pregnancy weight last time. It is a great way to release anxiety, stress, grief and anger. If anyone needs an outlet, go jump rope for 10 minutes. Truly amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-4685366196963389570?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4685366196963389570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=4685366196963389570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4685366196963389570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4685366196963389570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R_Ow97IQfSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U6c3O7RlIyo/s72-c/pasta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-2645247019836774198</id><published>2008-03-28T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:14:09.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless</title><content type='html'>I have no shame. I want to share some pictures that my friend Collette took of Quinn. And this blog is the perfect platform!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0ZIbIQfRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UbL6fsjLv-8/s1600-h/IMG_3752-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182826378685349138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0ZIbIQfRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UbL6fsjLv-8/s320/IMG_3752-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0YpLIQfQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dh7CbpXxcZ8/s1600-h/IMG_4023-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182825841814437122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0YpLIQfQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dh7CbpXxcZ8/s320/IMG_4023-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0YFrIQfOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rk2_JfcEv0A/s1600-h/IMG_3982-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182825231929081058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0YFrIQfOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rk2_JfcEv0A/s320/IMG_3982-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0X07IQfNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ImcAv6bD_EU/s1600-h/IMG_3678-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182824944166272210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0X07IQfNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ImcAv6bD_EU/s320/IMG_3678-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0Xj7IQfMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OlXrmeReGO8/s1600-h/IMG_3771-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182824652108496066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0Xj7IQfMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OlXrmeReGO8/s320/IMG_3771-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-2645247019836774198?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2645247019836774198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=2645247019836774198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2645247019836774198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/2645247019836774198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/shameless.html' title='Shameless'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-0ZIbIQfRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UbL6fsjLv-8/s72-c/IMG_3752-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3719711721553398249</id><published>2008-03-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:19:00.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedster</title><content type='html'>My sister and her family are in town for their Spring Break. My dad thought it would be fun to go race the go carts in Phoenix. I had never heard of it until my dad and a few of his buddies went and checked it out. F1 Raceway in Phoenix to be exact. And to my amazement, it was really fun! The go karts go almost 45 miles an hour and you are zooming around this indoor track and sliding around the corners, trying not to get passed or hit. It was kind of funny to see some older guys there with there own helmets and driving gloves. (come on people, get a life!) But it was good family bonding and something I may do again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-rYr7IQfLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/37DCwMoGHMA/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182192570361478322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-rYr7IQfLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/37DCwMoGHMA/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    &lt;em&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandpa Bob, Chase, Grant, Shannon, Crew and Steve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                               Although Shannon is the only one smiling in this photo, it was FUN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-rYabIQfKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8lI1xipNAGc/s1600-h/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182192269713767586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-rYabIQfKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8lI1xipNAGc/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;em&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     Me and Jason - He spanked me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3719711721553398249?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3719711721553398249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3719711721553398249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3719711721553398249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3719711721553398249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/speedster.html' title='Speedster'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-rYr7IQfLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/37DCwMoGHMA/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-1630391333244709402</id><published>2008-03-22T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:08:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>What is Easter without an easter egg hunt? Grandma and Granpda Scanlan had us over for an Easter Egg hunt along with the Paz Soldans and the Hoovers. (Both and Jason's sisters and their families.) The triplets were the only other cousins there, but we had a great time and Quinn actually enjoyed finding the eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XIpbIQfJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nG8fZEGM5cg/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180767560342207634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XIpbIQfJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nG8fZEGM5cg/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quinn with Gabe, Isa, and Gavin (the Triplets)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XITLIQfII/AAAAAAAAAG8/xZX5SvgxtNg/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180767178090118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XITLIQfII/AAAAAAAAAG8/xZX5SvgxtNg/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       Dad holding Quinn, shaking his egg! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XH7rIQfHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ag7kmu_X7mE/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180766774363192434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XH7rIQfHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ag7kmu_X7mE/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                          Quinn and all his eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XHi7IQfGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kGUy6MBguzM/s1600-h/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180766349161430114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XHi7IQfGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kGUy6MBguzM/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He found another egg! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XHOrIQfFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9e0dq4RcW3c/s1600-h/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180766001269079122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XHOrIQfFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9e0dq4RcW3c/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           Quinn, Dad, and Mom (ME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-1630391333244709402?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1630391333244709402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=1630391333244709402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1630391333244709402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/1630391333244709402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R-XIpbIQfJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nG8fZEGM5cg/s72-c/IMG_0977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-3267037616450385917</id><published>2008-03-18T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:48:08.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>Each of us live our lives with the hope that we are doing the best we can and that we can avoid tragedy and loss. I have suffered a terrible loss and will never be the same. My heart aches and therefore will not go into details at this time, but definitely want to say THANK YOU to those people who prayed for us, who loved us, who supported us and who felt our loss. What an experience to have to put things in perspective. The outpouring of love was overwhelming and I am grateful for people like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-3267037616450385917?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3267037616450385917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=3267037616450385917' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3267037616450385917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/3267037616450385917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-117174126756320489</id><published>2008-02-15T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:45:59.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R7W_gsiffhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mfuYuwRbUU/s1600-h/111-1116_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167246715910061586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R7W_gsiffhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mfuYuwRbUU/s320/111-1116_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167247188356464162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R7W_8MiffiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AxqkbOAlAbQ/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time in a high chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167247566313586226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R7XASMiffjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZYaSsSHPDLs/s320/Portrait22.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167248064529792578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R7XAvMiffkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NQ3eswcj54c/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves to eat bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Reasons I Love Quinn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. He has the biggest, most beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. He &lt;em&gt;tries&lt;/em&gt; to make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. He was sleeping through the night at 6 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. He is a great eater, not picky and I don't have to use a bib anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. He is curious, busy, and knows what he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. He is genuinely excited when his dad comes home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. He talks (da da da, na na na, loo loo loo) even when he is by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. He will fall asleep in the car and let me move him to his crib without waking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. His cheeks are sooooo kissable, and he lets me kiss them!&lt;br /&gt;10. He is my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Quinn&lt;/strong&gt;! You have touched our hearts and changed our lives. Your joyful spirit and silly laugh makes us all HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-117174126756320489?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/117174126756320489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=117174126756320489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/117174126756320489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/117174126756320489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-baby-is-one.html' title='My baby is ONE!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R7W_gsiffhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0mfuYuwRbUU/s72-c/111-1116_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-4169454513412868965</id><published>2008-02-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:57:03.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>I have not always been afraid to fly. I think it started when I was a Freshman in college. I would fly home for the holidays and extreme anxiety and terror would come over me everytime I would get dropped off at the airport. Everytime the plane starts backing away from the terminal I think "I can do this, it's gonna be OK." Then the plane starts its run down the tarmac and I start freaking out. Hands start sweating, breathing gets very difficult and I think I am going to die. I best relate it to the movie French Kiss whenMeg Ryan is going to "Anyone Can Fly" School. "We're going down! We're gong down!" She unbuckles her seatbelt and actually busts out of the plane. (mock flight ofcourse) That is all I can think of when the plane gets lifted off the ground. "WE ARE GOING DOWN!" I want to get off the plane! I listen to all the sounds of the engine and wonder "Is that normal? Are we having technical difficulties?" I have met some nice and unusual people on airplanes from this fear that I have. I am sure strangers might freak out when they see a full grown woman breathing like she is in labor and jumping up everytime we hit a bump, so I try to warn people before we even take off. "I am extremely afraid to fly and am a little nervous right now." Mostly people are empathetic and are very nice. I have grabbed strangers arms, crotches, legs, you name it.....It is quite embaressing. Then my fear was multiplied a zillion times after 9/11 happended. I wouldn't fly at all for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;My fear of flying has taken on a new dimension. There is the best Post Office only a few miles from our house. I like to go there because there are never any lines and it is a brand new Post office. But it happens to be on the outskirts of a small airport. As I was driving to the Post Office the other day, I was watching the planes take off. Now it seems my fear of flying has turned into an all encompassing fear of airplanes. I would watch as the plane lifted off the ground and my first thought was that it was going to explode. No, it was going to nose dive. No, it was going to not quite make it off the ground and go skidding across the runway. No, a small fire was going to break out, but no one would notice until they were 36,000 feet above. What is wrong with me!?!?! I can't ride them peacefully, and apparently I can't watch them either.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I have to get on a plane exactly a week from today? "It's gonna be OK. I can do this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-4169454513412868965?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4169454513412868965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=4169454513412868965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4169454513412868965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/4169454513412868965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-5535679855526472178</id><published>2008-02-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:53:58.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glendale Arizona</title><content type='html'>Although I had no vested interest in either of the teams playing in the Super Bowl this year, we thought it would be cool to head out to Glendale and see what the NFL Experience was all about. Of course, there were people everywhere and it was a bit insane. We walked around a bit and heard that the wait to buy tickets to get into the NFL Experience was 3 hours. WHAT?!?! So we bought some tickets from a guy on the side of the street and walked right in. Whew! I really wanted to see some celebrities, but no luck this time. Although there were some NFL guys signing autographs, I had never heard of any of them, so I didn't care. Apparently, Sunday was the day to go as Ryan Seacrest was hosting a Super Bowl Pre-Show and was standing on the red carpet right where we were the day before!! Dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dKgjybc1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yPbeTB6r2H4/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163177421026587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dKgjybc1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yPbeTB6r2H4/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dKKzybc0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/u5oC0VLqwKk/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163177047364432706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dKKzybc0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/u5oC0VLqwKk/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163182574987342786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dPMjybc8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3--9vzYzV20/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163182175555384242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dO1Tybc7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/75F-lH5l60g/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163181801893229474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dOfjybc6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/y0PoE5aaBIU/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163178563487888258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dLjDybc4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9xaqX5P3Y9A/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163178099631420274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dLIDybc3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/u4ITTPvk3wA/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163177768918938466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dK0zybc2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/E9vxwN0UoNU/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&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/5598752608521394035-5535679855526472178?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5535679855526472178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=5535679855526472178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5535679855526472178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/5535679855526472178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/glendale-arizona.html' title='Glendale Arizona'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R6dKgjybc1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yPbeTB6r2H4/s72-c/IMG_0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-7272276184704754778</id><published>2008-01-28T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:40:36.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>We have lived in our house for over 2 years now and it still feels like we are still moving in. There isn't so much unpacking to do, per say, we just have not taken the time to organize, decorate, and put things away like a homeowner should do. I have vowed to make this project week. Everytime I go into a room I see something that needs to be done. I am starting with the master bedroom. We recently got new furniture for the master bedroom so most of my clothes have been strewn about the room and left for Quinn to crawl all over. Instead of putting them away in the nice dresser we bought. Next will be the pantry. It screams "ORGANIZE ME!" So, I will. And I will organize and clean until I can't stand it anymore. Or, uh, I mean, until Friday when I declare project week is over!!! Ofcourse I will let you know of the progress when project week is over. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-7272276184704754778?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7272276184704754778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=7272276184704754778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7272276184704754778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/7272276184704754778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598752608521394035.post-6380167833556726833</id><published>2008-01-25T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:59:59.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R5p24zybczI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YCMXKfb352A/s1600-h/QuinnKiddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159567041452798770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R5p24zybczI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YCMXKfb352A/s320/QuinnKiddie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days ago Quinn and I were at Babies R Us and Quinn was his usual talkative self. One of the employess came up to us and was saying, "wow, he sure is talkactive and fun!" I smiled and we tried to keep shopping. Then she says, "I work in the Photo/Portrait Department and we are a bit slow right now. Would you mind if I borrowed your son as a model to help practice my posing? For your trouble, you will receive a free 8 x 10." I thought what is the harm. Of course they will try to upsell me for more, but I will just refuse. Well, this "employee" was all up in Quinn's face and actually kind of scaring him. I had never seen anything like it. Quinn turned into a whiney clingy baby, and I thought she better back off. When she started walking back to the camera and I would talk to him he would start to settle down and then she would do the whole "PEEK ABOO! WHOO! WHOO! PEEK A BOO!" and again he started to fuss whine and eventually cry. I wanted to say "Perhaps if we got him just playing or talking, rather than try to force him to LIKE you and pretend to smile..." She was so annoying and would not get out of his face. I could tell she was growing impatient and began to snap shots. This picture says it all! Poor kid. As soon as we walked out of there he was back to his smiley talkative self. On a side note, her portraits stunk. No wonder she wanted to "practice her posing". He isn't even centered in this picture. And for all of you out there thinking that this is what kids do when forced to look into a camera, Quinn had his pictures done at the Target Studio before and was an absolute angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5598752608521394035-6380167833556726833?l=scanfaminaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6380167833556726833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5598752608521394035&amp;postID=6380167833556726833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6380167833556726833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5598752608521394035/posts/default/6380167833556726833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanfaminaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/annoying.html' title='Annoying!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652412473890147874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/SKJeX8bvBnI/AAAAAAAAATU/MV_I-emwZRU/s1600-R/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ykNjQVk4m_Y/R5p24zybczI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YCMXKfb352A/s72-c/QuinnKiddie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
