<?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-1272320275363827565</id><updated>2011-12-01T04:44:23.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase and Cammi Bevans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-182200975620195688</id><published>2011-09-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:32:54.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10k</title><content type='html'>September 10, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous. Extremely nervous. Excited. Anxious. That morning I was up early packing a diaper bag, eating a good breakfast at just the right time and making sure I had everything I needed. Water bottles, a snack, etc. Some friends and I decided to participate in the Glenwood Fun Run, which is a 10k or a 5k. This is my first race since I was in high school. And I've been out of school so long now that I don't even think that counts, so it's safe to say this is my first big race. However, I did not have a 'race' mentality. I have been running and training for this but my goal was to just finish. Kimberley was my training buddy and the one goal in the race we did strive for was to keep our kilometre average pace under 9:00 minute. 9 minutes at 10 kms would mean a 10k in an hour and a half. We wanted to do it in less than that. We trained at a faster pace but still walked if we needed to. We would just make sure we walked briskly and not for too long so our muscles wouldn't get cold. This strategy worked very well for us. I'm sure without me as a hinderance Kim could have just gone and ran the whole thing, but she stuck by me all through training and all through the race and I love her for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KmknVSbS_7Y/Tm7D8Nbs6ZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/eSvHPcf0jno/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651670021561969042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KmknVSbS_7Y/Tm7D8Nbs6ZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/eSvHPcf0jno/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My running buddy Kim and I with our first race grab bag. It had a granola bar, a bottle of water, a wrist band, a t-shirt, and our number for the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm_yLvEylqc/Tm7D7qd-HVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/duLIwmNuEDY/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651670012176244050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm_yLvEylqc/Tm7D7qd-HVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/duLIwmNuEDY/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to go, but I was soooooo nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cj2KdW45TKk/Tm7D7FPUj6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/ZZkVbSNXsUc/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651670002182688674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cj2KdW45TKk/Tm7D7FPUj6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/ZZkVbSNXsUc/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl with me on my big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yK_6CFpk-BM/Tm7DjhyamFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/MfkjIz2q8U4/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651669597529217106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yK_6CFpk-BM/Tm7DjhyamFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/MfkjIz2q8U4/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cammi, Kimber, Jessica, Jaclyne, and Jami literally seconds before we stepped over to the start line. 4 out of 5 of us are moms, and 3 of those 4 have had a kid in the last year. Kim's little guy is a year and a half and then Zayah is the next oldest at 7 months. So we had kids in 7 months or less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lO4OyGDjt0/Tm7DjBIyKQI/AAAAAAAAA88/zmSj2qJBZR0/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651669588764666114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lO4OyGDjt0/Tm7DjBIyKQI/AAAAAAAAA88/zmSj2qJBZR0/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On your Mark... get set..... GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvOjivK5vn4/Tm7DiZ4MWAI/AAAAAAAAA80/p0Q_QqyMEwg/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651669578226096130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvOjivK5vn4/Tm7DiZ4MWAI/AAAAAAAAA80/p0Q_QqyMEwg/s320/9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kimber and I just about to cross the finish line! We started at the end of the pack and ended toward the end but the point is, we finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5X35TxaL8g/Tm7DiL4z-zI/AAAAAAAAA8s/qmPj0aaH0b4/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651669574470597426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t5X35TxaL8g/Tm7DiL4z-zI/AAAAAAAAA8s/qmPj0aaH0b4/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right after we were done! So exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kePeBBDCX9k/Tm7Dhv7wYKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/U_uAe-g8m4s/s1600/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651669566966751394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kePeBBDCX9k/Tm7Dhv7wYKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/U_uAe-g8m4s/s320/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us together at the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race times aren't officially up on the website yet and we didn't go check our times but, Kim and I had our 'runkeeper' app going on the iphone as we were running and we are pretty sure we came in around an hour and 25 minutes! Just under our goal but we did it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training now starts this week for my half marathon I am signed up for in December in Las Vegas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone out there that is a long distance runner please please please send me tips. Eating the days before, shoes that are good to train and run in, breathing tips, a good timing goal for the half. I have never done one and I am sure I will be at the end of the pack but having a good goal to stick to would be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-182200975620195688?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/182200975620195688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=182200975620195688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/182200975620195688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/182200975620195688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/09/10k.html' title='10k'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KmknVSbS_7Y/Tm7D8Nbs6ZI/AAAAAAAAA9c/eSvHPcf0jno/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4551210088005717199</id><published>2011-08-22T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:31:28.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of things have happened lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swimming, Camping, 6 months shots, 6 month check up, crawling, pulling herself up on things and STANDING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAsxHjevwRQ/TlKrgN_v8WI/AAAAAAAAA8c/mte30upZ4wE/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643761853049860450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAsxHjevwRQ/TlKrgN_v8WI/AAAAAAAAA8c/mte30upZ4wE/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; August Long weekend swimming away... she loves splashing in the water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBqXkojc5Aw/TlKrfvb3NLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/FzRdaxjeBFk/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643761844846277810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBqXkojc5Aw/TlKrfvb3NLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/FzRdaxjeBFk/s320/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big floppy hat... gotta love a big floppy hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFMeaBPCJGM/TlKrfKPwwqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/5cC4tFUP2HQ/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643761834863411874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFMeaBPCJGM/TlKrfKPwwqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/5cC4tFUP2HQ/s320/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping in Kalispell with Grandma and Grandpa = baths in the trailers sink.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-vtQe8ulg8/TlKreok5icI/AAAAAAAAA8E/0bS7d52AUq4/s1600/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643761825825262018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-vtQe8ulg8/TlKreok5icI/AAAAAAAAA8E/0bS7d52AUq4/s320/144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek a boo baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwbUUMQroHs/TlKreMo3PLI/AAAAAAAAA78/1-O7pM2Kl0A/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643761818325695666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwbUUMQroHs/TlKreMo3PLI/AAAAAAAAA78/1-O7pM2Kl0A/s320/145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy comes home on days off and we LOVE that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4b9Ngf1hGQ/TlKqmbBMv-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/IRpWVjP8jME/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643760860113190882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4b9Ngf1hGQ/TlKqmbBMv-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/IRpWVjP8jME/s320/166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hair long enough to put bows in it now! Lots of new options now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khknjqYVxyQ/TlKqllMSWhI/AAAAAAAAA7k/6yRTBF-uCT0/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643760845664180754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khknjqYVxyQ/TlKqllMSWhI/AAAAAAAAA7k/6yRTBF-uCT0/s320/177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing against the laundry basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjfjiJjoQW4/TlKqk5iP4II/AAAAAAAAA7c/pUDN5rntt5A/s1600/182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643760833945133186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjfjiJjoQW4/TlKqk5iP4II/AAAAAAAAA7c/pUDN5rntt5A/s320/182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every morning when I go get her she is standing up in her crib waiting for me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W06ApJCRU2o/TlKqkXDLYeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/M98Ob0kTfDc/s1600/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643760824688009698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W06ApJCRU2o/TlKqkXDLYeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/M98Ob0kTfDc/s320/188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxAm8VNdxLI/TlKqjjPet8I/AAAAAAAAA7M/79why-GzXnE/s1600/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643760810780964802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxAm8VNdxLI/TlKqjjPet8I/AAAAAAAAA7M/79why-GzXnE/s320/191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gorgeous little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zayah has been army crawling and scooting and crawling up on her feet instead of her knees. She started officially crawling on her knees at the beginning of this month. I didn't write down the exact day because she had been crawling and moving for so long, so I am not really sure how to document that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On August 13, 2011 Chase and I were just hanging out in the living room... Chase was sitting on the couch with the recliner rest out and I was on the other couch across the room. Out of nowhere Zayah just grabbed the end of Chase's foot rest and pulled herself to a stand right in front of us. It looked like it was so easy to her and Chase and I were shocked. I'm glad he was home for it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zayah's 6 month shots went soooooo well!! Only 1 needle at 6 months and she has done really well with the 1st needle all the other times so I was hoping it would be ok.. And it was! One little whine, stuck a toy in front of her and whining over. :) phew. Her shots were on August 16 and this was the first time I went to shots without Chase so I'm glad it went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also had her 6 month check up with our Doctor that week and he is still in awe of how strong she is. She will walk with you if you are holding her hands. She is crawling and moving everywhere. She is on her belly then her back then her knees then her butt all in a matter of seconds. He kept looking at her and telling me that she will be walking by 9 months for sure. Zayah weighed in at 19 pounds and is 27 inches long. We love every pound and inch of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is babbling a lot as well. Da da da da ... Ma ma ma ma.... Ba ba ba ba.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will repeat it back to you when you say it to her. She shakes her head no no no no no... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found out this week that Zayah LOVES music! When she is playing in the living room I have the tv on and anytime the theme song of a show comes on, or a commercial with a jingle comes on,or anything like that she whips her head around to look at the tv and stares until the song is over. I think I'm gonna love that about her! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that is all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4551210088005717199?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4551210088005717199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4551210088005717199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4551210088005717199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4551210088005717199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/08/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAsxHjevwRQ/TlKrgN_v8WI/AAAAAAAAA8c/mte30upZ4wE/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-955355620755560333</id><published>2011-07-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:42:30.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I bought the baby bullet. No it wasn't on an infomercial. It was on sale up here at Canadian Tire for $20 cheaper then it usually is. I bought it well before Zayah would be able to eat baby food but I can't pass up a sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It comes with a booklet that tells you what foods are ok to introduce at what ages. So the first things I bought were a zucchini, a sweet potato, and an avocado. I only bought one of each. 1 zucchini can fill 5 baby food jars. 1 Sweet Potato can fill up 10 baby food jars! I haven't done the avocado yet but Zayah LOVES the zucchini and the sweet potato! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HSLvlxgqxo/TihxMH3vg8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/ShxdNxBQQfk/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631875787112022978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HSLvlxgqxo/TihxMH3vg8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/ShxdNxBQQfk/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7oXJjxQuVKU/TihxLqB4daI/AAAAAAAAA68/hjMlL-pMO0k/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631875779101488546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7oXJjxQuVKU/TihxLqB4daI/AAAAAAAAA68/hjMlL-pMO0k/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potatoes boiling to make them soft before they get blended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VIaW-gWSUE/TihxLGe2WCI/AAAAAAAAA60/KQ0T9Y2G9ek/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631875769559308322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VIaW-gWSUE/TihxLGe2WCI/AAAAAAAAA60/KQ0T9Y2G9ek/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the jars that come with the baby bullet and they are full of zucchini. They have a date strip on the top that you can turn to the date you made the food so you don't forget. They can last 3 days in the fridge and 30 days in the freezer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxSN28MCwPQ/TihxK6JzPKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Op3YblB9m-Y/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631875766249798818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxSN28MCwPQ/TihxK6JzPKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Op3YblB9m-Y/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things about making my own baby food are, first of all, that it is cheap! And second of all you don't add anything extra to the food! You just blend up a vegetable and add the amount of water it says to add and Voila! Done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Zayah likes what she has eaten so far so double bonus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1272320275363827565-955355620755560333?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/955355620755560333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=955355620755560333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/955355620755560333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/955355620755560333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-bullet.html' title='Baby Bullet'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HSLvlxgqxo/TihxMH3vg8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/ShxdNxBQQfk/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-718755325948955751</id><published>2011-07-19T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:22:27.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Documenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of these pictures are duplicates so sorry about that but I have things on my Calendar that I need to get down before I forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayah celebrated her first Canada Day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HnE8_NilVI/TiYqqXkp_XI/AAAAAAAAA6k/06EP_6XnSGg/s1600/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631235291444018546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HnE8_NilVI/TiYqqXkp_XI/AAAAAAAAA6k/06EP_6XnSGg/s320/133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HV37sxbtBg4/TiYqqJDw0dI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5YFkDWePq3Q/s1600/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631235287547957714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HV37sxbtBg4/TiYqqJDw0dI/AAAAAAAAA6c/5YFkDWePq3Q/s320/165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the end of June Zayah was going through a big growth spurt. She wanted to eat every 2 hours and I would nurse her and she would be hungry for another 3 ounces of formula. So Judy suggested that even though she isn't 6 months yet she might need some rice cereal to help get her full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On July 2, 2011 we put Zayah in her highchair for the first time and gave her rice cereal for the first time. I didn't even have baby bowls and only had one random baby food spoon so we had to use a tupperware bowl until I went to the store to get some more supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTm97jekwOo/TiYp4GTLZBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/WfbHS35_tuc/s1600/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631234427813848082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTm97jekwOo/TiYp4GTLZBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/WfbHS35_tuc/s320/190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_46yB8Egs8/TiYp3yp46eI/AAAAAAAAA6M/VvX8XYyGui8/s1600/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631234422540397026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_46yB8Egs8/TiYp3yp46eI/AAAAAAAAA6M/VvX8XYyGui8/s320/195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayah's first messy food face. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also started putting rice cereal in with her formula to give her some more food. I am still nursing her occasionally but only if she wakes up in the night and like 1 other time during the day. Other than that she is on bottles and food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something else on my calendar, not about Zayah; Chase's brother Levi and his wife Robbyn had a new baby on July 6, 2011. They named him Cooper and it's their 1st boy after having 2 girls. He is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y00XDOAoGk/TiYp3qBYC7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/DEzdDiemGik/s1600/255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631234420222987186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y00XDOAoGk/TiYp3qBYC7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/DEzdDiemGik/s320/255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 12, 2011 Aunt Channing blended up a banana and we gave Z that. This is her face during... :) hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8QLEH4qPZ14/TiYp3Z-ONaI/AAAAAAAAA58/y4p6fIXN_ig/s1600/297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631234415914792354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8QLEH4qPZ14/TiYp3Z-ONaI/AAAAAAAAA58/y4p6fIXN_ig/s320/297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just plain adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_gZSS0LjGk/TiYp3Oq1w-I/AAAAAAAAA50/M4BsRSXvOUI/s1600/316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631234412880708578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_gZSS0LjGk/TiYp3Oq1w-I/AAAAAAAAA50/M4BsRSXvOUI/s320/316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Z's first time up Bears Hump, July 5, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L5nTEyM6acI/TiYpM9-n6vI/AAAAAAAAA5s/40a7g_n9cMw/s1600/331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631233686845778674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L5nTEyM6acI/TiYpM9-n6vI/AAAAAAAAA5s/40a7g_n9cMw/s320/331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too much playing in the sun = passed out and drooling on her pillow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBew6E9cvSY/TiYpMnLyLzI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xqdG1540uBg/s1600/351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631233680726961970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBew6E9cvSY/TiYpMnLyLzI/AAAAAAAAA5k/xqdG1540uBg/s320/351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her new little dress she wore to church for the first time this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRxjQp9K8KE/TiYpMZCSNII/AAAAAAAAA5c/TKfXJqScGAY/s1600/356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631233676929021058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRxjQp9K8KE/TiYpMZCSNII/AAAAAAAAA5c/TKfXJqScGAY/s320/356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Rowe Lake hike with her Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6srxCxv1wI/TiYpMIIRLhI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9FVuKSWEKNc/s1600/369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631233672390716946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6srxCxv1wI/TiYpMIIRLhI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9FVuKSWEKNc/s320/369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just driving us around Waterton. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFrLNDTNPKA/TiYpL-xxi_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/g0Vcp8LCvj0/s1600/379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631233669880450034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFrLNDTNPKA/TiYpL-xxi_I/AAAAAAAAA5M/g0Vcp8LCvj0/s320/379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little Grammy J with Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2hm4C8Isb4/TiYoTL7BZUI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UOVzuxsHTIA/s1600/382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631232694156354882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2hm4C8Isb4/TiYoTL7BZUI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UOVzuxsHTIA/s320/382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her bath... cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45I-_C5s_7w/TiYoSxVxRkI/AAAAAAAAA48/MMO_kKnwFR8/s1600/394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631232687020787266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45I-_C5s_7w/TiYoSxVxRkI/AAAAAAAAA48/MMO_kKnwFR8/s320/394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When John's family was in town we swam at the Beazer hole and Zayah loves to go in the water even though it's freezing! and she doesn't even cry!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is Canadian Baby for sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PmzxIHlJqo/TiYoSpK8wII/AAAAAAAAA40/eQvGhKQpcXc/s1600/398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631232684827918466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PmzxIHlJqo/TiYoSpK8wII/AAAAAAAAA40/eQvGhKQpcXc/s320/398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the way up to her chest and she just sat with me in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkmq0lK-_9g/TiYoScunreI/AAAAAAAAA4s/nElo2cvin08/s1600/411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631232681487871458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hkmq0lK-_9g/TiYoScunreI/AAAAAAAAA4s/nElo2cvin08/s320/411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First set of shades... and she left them on too so bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have incorporated baby food into her diet to keep her full now as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On July 14th she had Zucchini for the first time and loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On July 15th we tried Sweet Potatoes and she liked them too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished out the zucchini, waited a few days and then finished out he sweet potatoes. She has always been such a good eater and has pretty much taken anything we have given her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-718755325948955751?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/718755325948955751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=718755325948955751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/718755325948955751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/718755325948955751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/07/documenting.html' title='Documenting'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HnE8_NilVI/TiYqqXkp_XI/AAAAAAAAA6k/06EP_6XnSGg/s72-c/133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-419570598199201179</id><published>2011-07-12T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:40:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the rest of the pics from our visit with Joni, Sue, and Jim. Actually there are some more from a night that Joni and I went out in Waterton and I will put those up too. But as for all of the family activities, this is it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4pIQKamnB4/ThyEpXIuopI/AAAAAAAAA30/Mt0J3qluIVk/s1600/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628519480426406546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4pIQKamnB4/ThyEpXIuopI/AAAAAAAAA30/Mt0J3qluIVk/s320/203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrBtyMqd9Aw/ThyEpMN7ERI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Jz0nM0LwGYA/s1600/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628519477495402770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrBtyMqd9Aw/ThyEpMN7ERI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Jz0nM0LwGYA/s320/204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beazer Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2HEVJitDlo/ThyEoy06iFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/FRxHrMfkKaY/s1600/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628519470679623762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2HEVJitDlo/ThyEoy06iFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/FRxHrMfkKaY/s320/206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQttU9_GKk4/ThyEOBpwQyI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VweV8IYmG50/s1600/214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628519010802877218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQttU9_GKk4/ThyEOBpwQyI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VweV8IYmG50/s320/214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LS5PKNaQ_kA/ThyENZSoUuI/AAAAAAAAA3M/kPADuttZ4gI/s1600/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628518999968469730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LS5PKNaQ_kA/ThyENZSoUuI/AAAAAAAAA3M/kPADuttZ4gI/s320/215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tls849VAGDg/ThyENB_YTcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/nWDTVgI3yHg/s1600/223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628518993713712578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tls849VAGDg/ThyENB_YTcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/nWDTVgI3yHg/s320/223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUK4UFsJjd0/ThyEMzAKqZI/AAAAAAAAA28/0doq_MEYTS4/s1600/217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628518989690481042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUK4UFsJjd0/ThyEMzAKqZI/AAAAAAAAA28/0doq_MEYTS4/s320/217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPKJJAHtHsM/ThyDR52XjOI/AAAAAAAAA20/-v3LYGYU930/s1600/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517977916148962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPKJJAHtHsM/ThyDR52XjOI/AAAAAAAAA20/-v3LYGYU930/s320/259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ljoZbZE30/ThyDRSrG61I/AAAAAAAAA2s/lrVVRHUEIF8/s1600/261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517967399938898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ljoZbZE30/ThyDRSrG61I/AAAAAAAAA2s/lrVVRHUEIF8/s320/261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NqfH9Lsh_Y/ThyDRONGSaI/AAAAAAAAA2k/m1zDvOB3Nwc/s1600/262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517966200326562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NqfH9Lsh_Y/ThyDRONGSaI/AAAAAAAAA2k/m1zDvOB3Nwc/s320/262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIuFVOAHon4/ThyDQ5VmqJI/AAAAAAAAA2c/-ZG-xVnXwgU/s1600/264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517960598857874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIuFVOAHon4/ThyDQ5VmqJI/AAAAAAAAA2c/-ZG-xVnXwgU/s320/264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqUOU0XKPFA/ThyDQvCEHRI/AAAAAAAAA2U/wc7tixQG8yM/s1600/268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517957832547602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqUOU0XKPFA/ThyDQvCEHRI/AAAAAAAAA2U/wc7tixQG8yM/s320/268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ny3lpxeOGYo/ThyCaFZNHdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/mfA-3xWp9aw/s1600/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517018942381522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ny3lpxeOGYo/ThyCaFZNHdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/mfA-3xWp9aw/s320/269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL_bsz4W3Es/ThyCZzg7grI/AAAAAAAAA2E/-C3CAoLiYqs/s1600/270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517014142943922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL_bsz4W3Es/ThyCZzg7grI/AAAAAAAAA2E/-C3CAoLiYqs/s320/270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pilWAilVDc/ThyCZBOkKtI/AAAAAAAAA10/NuRnqErIncU/s1600/298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517000644143826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pilWAilVDc/ThyCZBOkKtI/AAAAAAAAA10/NuRnqErIncU/s320/298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hiked up Bears Hump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsoFy7tp5us/ThyCY_sdZXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lhWIdsbPOp4/s1600/300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628517000232658290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsoFy7tp5us/ThyCY_sdZXI/AAAAAAAAA1s/lhWIdsbPOp4/s320/300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM40-GSJiqQ/ThyBg84NzEI/AAAAAAAAA1k/TECbWo3KhqY/s1600/302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628516037403987010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sM40-GSJiqQ/ThyBg84NzEI/AAAAAAAAA1k/TECbWo3KhqY/s320/302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xaC18c-dx-g/ThyBgvg_iuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Slv-FxTrT4k/s1600/304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628516033816922850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xaC18c-dx-g/ThyBgvg_iuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Slv-FxTrT4k/s320/304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leeny Colleeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYBH5ePiRxs/ThyBgbd183I/AAAAAAAAA1U/_3AoJLZ8G6k/s1600/309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628516028435002226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYBH5ePiRxs/ThyBgbd183I/AAAAAAAAA1U/_3AoJLZ8G6k/s320/309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan helped me bring Z up for the last leg of the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9GmzpYGJQE/ThyBgGqiChI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZUj764Mr588/s1600/307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628516022851078674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9GmzpYGJQE/ThyBgGqiChI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZUj764Mr588/s320/307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is out of order but this is after the hike, cooling their feet off in the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RxW3qz94iY/ThyBfljwLCI/AAAAAAAAA1E/LZEvzsL2wf0/s1600/315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628516013964274722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RxW3qz94iY/ThyBfljwLCI/AAAAAAAAA1E/LZEvzsL2wf0/s320/315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my baby girl at the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTSJKdt3YKw/Thx-Yv1LkPI/AAAAAAAAA08/hg1a653rvXE/s1600/316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628512597927760114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTSJKdt3YKw/Thx-Yv1LkPI/AAAAAAAAA08/hg1a653rvXE/s320/316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZBYbWSq_NE/Thx-YSHLDVI/AAAAAAAAA00/Vnq4t52vjLM/s1600/317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628512589950160210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZBYbWSq_NE/Thx-YSHLDVI/AAAAAAAAA00/Vnq4t52vjLM/s320/317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TDAAvqM1bw/Thx-X7oYLzI/AAAAAAAAA0s/N8Wm3JMIaIQ/s1600/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628512583915417394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TDAAvqM1bw/Thx-X7oYLzI/AAAAAAAAA0s/N8Wm3JMIaIQ/s320/323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli took her down the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn0_ZZb252M/Thx-XhoSx3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Xq7Y-bRl6xs/s1600/325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628512576935741298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn0_ZZb252M/Thx-XhoSx3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Xq7Y-bRl6xs/s320/325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PLaying at the hole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7wgFUdFPAA/Thx-XW5HVTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JuvWjPDz3Vs/s1600/328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628512574053504306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7wgFUdFPAA/Thx-XW5HVTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JuvWjPDz3Vs/s320/328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunty Nikki taking Z for a swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun while everyone was here!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1272320275363827565-419570598199201179?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/419570598199201179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=419570598199201179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/419570598199201179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/419570598199201179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/07/rest-of-them.html' title='The rest of them'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4pIQKamnB4/ThyEpXIuopI/AAAAAAAAA30/Mt0J3qluIVk/s72-c/203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-1053727268989441803</id><published>2011-07-12T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:59:13.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANADA DAY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canada Day is on July 1st and we always celebrate big!! Plus this was Zayah's first Canada Day and her Aunty Leslie had made her a very festive outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CeGnPYkNpU/Thx63_9ISsI/AAAAAAAAA0U/b3oGuMZw1es/s1600/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508736785500866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CeGnPYkNpU/Thx63_9ISsI/AAAAAAAAA0U/b3oGuMZw1es/s320/165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little fam on Canada Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKc_v811oaw/Thx63Q8EfmI/AAAAAAAAA0M/s_eQ1vCOEJw/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508724164591202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKc_v811oaw/Thx63Q8EfmI/AAAAAAAAA0M/s_eQ1vCOEJw/s320/135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this maple leaf headband just days before Canada Day and wanted it for some pictures with Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucp00xQ7fIo/Thx63L_SD2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Zhs-cOKgZ5s/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508722835885922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucp00xQ7fIo/Thx63L_SD2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Zhs-cOKgZ5s/s320/135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable if you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLs0vNbKmAs/Thx62869xII/AAAAAAAAAz8/CYO2B7t_p_g/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508718791246978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLs0vNbKmAs/Thx62869xII/AAAAAAAAAz8/CYO2B7t_p_g/s320/132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we switched to the white headband and maple leaf clips. Maple leaf clips also made by Aunt Leslie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YR2B2kuzTBE/Thx6SPwzDuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8ffkCtBDS2M/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508088193715938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YR2B2kuzTBE/Thx6SPwzDuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/8ffkCtBDS2M/s320/130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki gave me a Canada pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPlcJw_TGcE/Thx6R9eJPuI/AAAAAAAAAzs/vffep7E6zdE/s1600/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508083283640034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPlcJw_TGcE/Thx6R9eJPuI/AAAAAAAAAzs/vffep7E6zdE/s320/143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every July 1st at the Mountain View Church they have a program, then we go over to the school for some races and games for all ages, with prizes and fun! This is Joni and Eli at the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx-jC5lwBZM/Thx6Ri_8U0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/OwCCZX7mAAE/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508076177642306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx-jC5lwBZM/Thx6Ri_8U0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/OwCCZX7mAAE/s320/140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad was in charge of the program this year and wanted it to be simple, acoustic, about the area, but also fun. This is the Lee kids singing 'Whacka Do' and Henry did awesome singing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRgyGgh9ccM/Thx6RXo40EI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3jyVmaex3No/s1600/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508073128153154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRgyGgh9ccM/Thx6RXo40EI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3jyVmaex3No/s320/142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue sang a song from the musical 'Wicked' and she did so good as well!! I liked this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uC1snfBQ6ws/Thx6RIMlOHI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wbhuVrvX6XE/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628508068982896754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uC1snfBQ6ws/Thx6RIMlOHI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wbhuVrvX6XE/s320/145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad sang 'Then They Do' by Trace Atkins. He changed the words a little at one part to talk about Joni and her boyfriend and I was up on stage helping with harmony. We were all bawling our eyes out! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XOxgpZ7Hz0/Thx5jqO33oI/AAAAAAAAAzM/RbJrEYS6d4U/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628507287845330562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XOxgpZ7Hz0/Thx5jqO33oI/AAAAAAAAAzM/RbJrEYS6d4U/s320/149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joni and I were the closing number and we sang 'The House that Built Me' by Miranda Lambert. I love Love LOVE this song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s82lU-h-m4Y/Thx5jQKYlaI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_o510RmDFYE/s1600/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628507280847181218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s82lU-h-m4Y/Thx5jQKYlaI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_o510RmDFYE/s320/151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were about 3 other numbers on the program. Some of Dads old bandmates did some numbers with their kids and by themselves. We got a lot of good feedback about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UpaWS5dTIFA/Thx5iwL2vMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VWj_ZQlFXk4/s1600/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628507272263417026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UpaWS5dTIFA/Thx5iwL2vMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VWj_ZQlFXk4/s320/161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it over to the races. Colleen and Tralee had so much fun playing Together as Friends! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-aybqj4ZlI/Thx5iRH6whI/AAAAAAAAAys/mbXqnXuCU64/s1600/173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628507263925404178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-aybqj4ZlI/Thx5iRH6whI/AAAAAAAAAys/mbXqnXuCU64/s320/173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joni and Colleen decided to have their own race back at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEYAW_b5oP4/Thx4Lw0RuaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ff4ueRgCTI8/s1600/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628505777784338850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEYAW_b5oP4/Thx4Lw0RuaI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ff4ueRgCTI8/s320/175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we did some fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyvddnKeSu0/Thx4LmhRfbI/AAAAAAAAAyc/chwMwVwfo7g/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628505775020277170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyvddnKeSu0/Thx4LmhRfbI/AAAAAAAAAyc/chwMwVwfo7g/s320/177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah silly Colleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv-T4vZVvmg/Thx4LSXZdkI/AAAAAAAAAyU/GIBH4dcBrdE/s1600/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628505769610147394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv-T4vZVvmg/Thx4LSXZdkI/AAAAAAAAAyU/GIBH4dcBrdE/s320/183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan patiently waiting for that bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xusv50Fc5eE/Thx4K7aiPEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/ck81emxuhUM/s1600/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628505763449289794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xusv50Fc5eE/Thx4K7aiPEI/AAAAAAAAAyM/ck81emxuhUM/s320/184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this picture of my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8SPPkKbUTk/Thx4Kn9V38I/AAAAAAAAAyE/lnP39k-h_4g/s1600/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628505758226571202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8SPPkKbUTk/Thx4Kn9V38I/AAAAAAAAAyE/lnP39k-h_4g/s320/185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fishing it was back to the yard for a weeny roast and Fireworks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched the fireworks and then headed to bed not too long after. Also in town this trip was my Aunt Venice and Aunt Sherry (Dads sisters). They were staying with Grandma and came out to join us at teh fires and such. It was a great Canada Day! Happy 144th Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-1053727268989441803?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/1053727268989441803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=1053727268989441803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1053727268989441803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1053727268989441803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/07/canada-day.html' title='CANADA DAY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CeGnPYkNpU/Thx63_9ISsI/AAAAAAAAA0U/b3oGuMZw1es/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-7798845775186115405</id><published>2011-07-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:34:29.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lee's have arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sue and Dan and their family came in to town on Wednesday June 29th! They overlapped with Jim and Leslie so we had some days with both families and they stayed for about 10 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They hadn't been here since 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joni and her boyfriend Eli also came up that day so we had 4 out of 6 of us siblings together at the same time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVtEv2P7kwk/Thx0um5F8DI/AAAAAAAAAx8/jOJ__7iPWYM/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqljlFdkWsM/Thx0uPJFOZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/YMeU1e7LUoU/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628501971993704850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqljlFdkWsM/Thx0uPJFOZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/YMeU1e7LUoU/s320/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunty Cammi and Kelly Belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHPt4rYPn7s/Thx0t5j2vFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q1CEgZVjRtc/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628501966200421458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHPt4rYPn7s/Thx0t5j2vFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q1CEgZVjRtc/s320/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBEfKs66QEA/Thx0tr4N_II/AAAAAAAAAxk/U6UYilFuiJo/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628501962527734914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBEfKs66QEA/Thx0tr4N_II/AAAAAAAAAxk/U6UYilFuiJo/s320/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way silly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmO5fJz94TY/Thx0tZhBTnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HJh3o8iwJJI/s1600/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628501957598596722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmO5fJz94TY/Thx0tZhBTnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HJh3o8iwJJI/s320/099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Silly Colleeny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TnuTfkydBM/ThxzSy44KUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Q1WbXBao728/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628500401041451330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TnuTfkydBM/ThxzSy44KUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Q1WbXBao728/s320/100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a day and went out to The Jacobs land down by the river that we grew up on. We shot gophers, the boys fished a little bit. But mostly we just played and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCB7e-aMxsk/ThxzSi-0OhI/AAAAAAAAAxM/p_Dc88YOUGo/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628500396771392018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCB7e-aMxsk/ThxzSi-0OhI/AAAAAAAAAxM/p_Dc88YOUGo/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunty Leslie with the kids in the back of Grandpa Ross' truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXRTsF98pcs/ThxzSdajYUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/SZbU0oNrXdc/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628500395277115714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXRTsF98pcs/ThxzSdajYUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/SZbU0oNrXdc/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jim of course had to try and snare a gopher. The kids liked this a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYojvJM1LnI/ThxzSBvalzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/uA9x-S9ZG4g/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628500387848427314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYojvJM1LnI/ThxzSBvalzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/uA9x-S9ZG4g/s320/105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keaton learned how to shoot... well kind of... but he tried! :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Eee38e9P8/ThxzRxexvBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Vd-kknpaomw/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628500383483673618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Eee38e9P8/ThxzRxexvBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Vd-kknpaomw/s320/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yR1em9TXXGo/ThxyddC8mQI/AAAAAAAAAws/bfnaa8P7TrI/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628499484645038338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yR1em9TXXGo/ThxyddC8mQI/AAAAAAAAAws/bfnaa8P7TrI/s320/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us girls took a step up to shoot the shot gun at a target on the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Joni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WcpB0w0PdNo/ThxydMrp0QI/AAAAAAAAAwk/D0NgrcyfNPw/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628499480252371202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WcpB0w0PdNo/ThxydMrp0QI/AAAAAAAAAwk/D0NgrcyfNPw/s320/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORAqpv1vnEg/ThxyciAjAMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/BzMuhHLISVU/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628499468797280450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORAqpv1vnEg/ThxyciAjAMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/BzMuhHLISVU/s320/115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Leslie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZmXHQvyXpw/ThxycQA-hWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/9b3EcoZdNJA/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628499463967245666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZmXHQvyXpw/ThxycQA-hWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/9b3EcoZdNJA/s320/116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase and Eli walked out into the field to get their gophers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyQ9kzYny5o/ThxycFCbB1I/AAAAAAAAAwM/KnB9nklOo8Y/s1600/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628499461020518226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyQ9kzYny5o/ThxycFCbB1I/AAAAAAAAAwM/KnB9nklOo8Y/s320/117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tralee and Colleen are the same age and they were best friends this whooooole trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnZMGSSOJdg/ThxxyDrkI-I/AAAAAAAAAwE/e3mW39O_jfo/s1600/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628498739101705186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnZMGSSOJdg/ThxxyDrkI-I/AAAAAAAAAwE/e3mW39O_jfo/s320/118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly trying to scope out some gophers for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCwprPVbVmo/Thxxxx25sRI/AAAAAAAAAv8/36zChD-IdwE/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628498734317416722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCwprPVbVmo/Thxxxx25sRI/AAAAAAAAAv8/36zChD-IdwE/s320/119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jim and his kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXWoxaVxet4/ThxxxZ1s37I/AAAAAAAAAv0/onf9t394ysc/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628498727869931442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXWoxaVxet4/ThxxxZ1s37I/AAAAAAAAAv0/onf9t394ysc/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry was a pretty good shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EtpycoAF4Bk/ThxxxIVoPTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xPXUBfmKDKM/s1600/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628498723172007218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EtpycoAF4Bk/ThxxxIVoPTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/xPXUBfmKDKM/s320/122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I let little Colleeny pull the trigger on my gun... She wanted to try so I let her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKsnYBImOig/ThxxwwKZpkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ofUROukmHVQ/s1600/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628498716682462786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKsnYBImOig/ThxxwwKZpkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ofUROukmHVQ/s320/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was just a day or two of our fun! Stay tuned for the rest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1272320275363827565-7798845775186115405?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/7798845775186115405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=7798845775186115405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7798845775186115405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7798845775186115405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/07/lees-have-arrived.html' title='The Lee&apos;s have arrived!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UqljlFdkWsM/Thx0uPJFOZI/AAAAAAAAAx0/YMeU1e7LUoU/s72-c/091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3941047679568765538</id><published>2011-07-12T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:07:00.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim and Leslie's family in Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The majority of my siblings came to visit Canada this summer already and the first family to get here was the Jim and Leslie Jacobs family. They pulled up to my house the evening of June 25th and stayed for a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05MYyJR-iuo/ThxvjW1_mJI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1muDwQwTHcc/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496287524427922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05MYyJR-iuo/ThxvjW1_mJI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1muDwQwTHcc/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Jim and Zayah hanging out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRytoyLQ8KY/ThxvjJOwNlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/bH_2ukvBzrI/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496283870180946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRytoyLQ8KY/ThxvjJOwNlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/bH_2ukvBzrI/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Red Rock Canyon that Monday. Always so beautiful up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTnEi3KOgtk/Thxvi7EeHgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Lsn3qqpv63Y/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496280068955650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTnEi3KOgtk/Thxvi7EeHgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Lsn3qqpv63Y/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to make a stop at Cameron Falls of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HNcwythwts/ThxvilEts0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ig6QpC7qO_M/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496274164396866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HNcwythwts/ThxvilEts0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ig6QpC7qO_M/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drove down past the Falls and hung out at South Beach. We skip rocks and have lunch and just enjoy the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSvHAOAJD8o/ThxviY04DjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/oFlbHv3Kx78/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628496270876741170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSvHAOAJD8o/ThxviY04DjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/oFlbHv3Kx78/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Zayah sitting up in her stroller like such a big girl. 5 months old. We were taking a walk over to Grandma and Grandpas so we could go play with Jim , Leslie, and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRWowUQrmZM/ThxuyVPTEiI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rliBY64M_qM/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495445280100898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRWowUQrmZM/ThxuyVPTEiI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rliBY64M_qM/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday morning Jim and Leslie wanted to go to the temple so I watched their kiddos. We went up to the school and played in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAjFQHKCO4s/ThxuyPWt5DI/AAAAAAAAAus/QFcroUCCE9Y/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495443700606002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAjFQHKCO4s/ThxuyPWt5DI/AAAAAAAAAus/QFcroUCCE9Y/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt8Kft9Qx9g/Thxux9lXs9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/qE-66jw9-es/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495438930228178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt8Kft9Qx9g/Thxux9lXs9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/qE-66jw9-es/s320/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent a lot of days at the Beazer Hole swimming and playing because we had some awesome weather while they were here. Jim dropped a hook in just down from the swimming hole and caught this gem of a fish. Tralee named him Polka Dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmDisUTjTN0/Thxuxl5LTOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/PoAmWrTLH4k/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495432570850530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmDisUTjTN0/Thxuxl5LTOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/PoAmWrTLH4k/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making a little pool for Polka Dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqOJwNhb2Dg/ThxuxcFNfaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/M6dCTwVK1z4/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628495429936971170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqOJwNhb2Dg/ThxuxcFNfaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/M6dCTwVK1z4/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leslie had a new camera and took lots of pictures (that i haven't gone through yet) but she got some good shots of us swimming and shooting gophers and everything. It was so much fun to have them here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Wednesday more family came into town. Next post coming up!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3941047679568765538?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3941047679568765538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3941047679568765538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3941047679568765538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3941047679568765538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/07/jim-and-leslies-family-in-canada.html' title='Jim and Leslie&apos;s family in Canada'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05MYyJR-iuo/ThxvjW1_mJI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1muDwQwTHcc/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3637523563787852256</id><published>2011-07-09T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:53:26.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bevans Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On June 24th and 25th we had a Bevans reunion at Chase's Uncle Gerald and Aunt Karens farm. This year it was actually Dee and Denise's (our) family's turn to be in charge. Well Dee and Denise are on a mission so the responsibility was to the kids. Michael and Cherlyn got everything ready, delegated jobs to everyone and it turned out great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJDjnx2WdIQ/ThxsLCjTzbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Zlw3nxpJ8AQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628492571225607602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJDjnx2WdIQ/ThxsLCjTzbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Zlw3nxpJ8AQ/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Michael and Zayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2yQQ0j0Aoc/ThxsK1CDCCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/SKADPzMMMHM/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628492567596435490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2yQQ0j0Aoc/ThxsK1CDCCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/SKADPzMMMHM/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VM9ytgM7V8/ThxsKR0YlUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Wr4CZdgALDE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628492558143886658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VM9ytgM7V8/ThxsKR0YlUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Wr4CZdgALDE/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Jack entertaining Z for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdrJURcaXpM/ThxsJy92MTI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_lltocTWRqk/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628492549862076722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdrJURcaXpM/ThxsJy92MTI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_lltocTWRqk/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riuoICteh2o/ThxsJ_V63OI/AAAAAAAAAts/PgtK9vyJd8k/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628492553184271586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riuoICteh2o/ThxsJ_V63OI/AAAAAAAAAts/PgtK9vyJd8k/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zayah and Lily... these 2 are about 7 months apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHaRZSUrnvU/Thxrf1jutxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/EIUWy5Rc5N8/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628491829003335442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHaRZSUrnvU/Thxrf1jutxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/EIUWy5Rc5N8/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a rodeo at the reunion. This is Coen being the bull and all the other kids were trying to putt the bull across the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a11Gx8oPsbE/ThxrfPtkExI/AAAAAAAAAtc/u1DGg7uYO40/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628491818844033810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a11Gx8oPsbE/ThxrfPtkExI/AAAAAAAAAtc/u1DGg7uYO40/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now they kids tried to pull the Uncles across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p67ChQ9bbjY/Thxre7x-ePI/AAAAAAAAAtU/3kKfGheDc44/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628491813493831922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p67ChQ9bbjY/Thxre7x-ePI/AAAAAAAAAtU/3kKfGheDc44/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins Jared and Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-in0WP1tW6Pg/ThxrepD6jKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/NntEYFw-VxI/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628491808468798626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-in0WP1tW6Pg/ThxrepD6jKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/NntEYFw-VxI/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now we had to go grab a sheep, put a family member on top to ride it and then all of us had to get back to the finish line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpS-fmS-sto/ThxreWLyvwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zbUlhx1zb4E/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628491803401568002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpS-fmS-sto/ThxreWLyvwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/zbUlhx1zb4E/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Brooklyn holding Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63MDrm607h4/ThikkuwHkMI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BIw8zHaHfl8/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627428685331534018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63MDrm607h4/ThikkuwHkMI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BIw8zHaHfl8/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly Jared again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ct-Udhc1W9o/ThikkV_sEeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/knytCW8C474/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627428678685954530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ct-Udhc1W9o/ThikkV_sEeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/knytCW8C474/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brielle and Zayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCMzeTNdSYM/ThikjFWnOgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tfSmVveK_Ig/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627428657038834178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCMzeTNdSYM/ThikjFWnOgI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tfSmVveK_Ig/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunty Tisa and Zayah Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S75dZfUTWDU/Thiki1BsFcI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3X5vVn1SzXc/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627428652656104898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S75dZfUTWDU/Thiki1BsFcI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3X5vVn1SzXc/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Frank Bevans and Grandma Marj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Chase's grandpa, Dee's Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGRXw-O8QMo/Thikh-JVUNI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7vl4lJ9kPEE/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627428637924217042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGRXw-O8QMo/Thikh-JVUNI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7vl4lJ9kPEE/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out to be a great weekend. Lots of family, food, laughs, and hors back riding. :) Next time there is a Bevans reunion Dee and Denise will be home and everyone will be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3637523563787852256?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3637523563787852256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3637523563787852256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3637523563787852256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3637523563787852256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/07/bevans-reunion.html' title='Bevans Reunion'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJDjnx2WdIQ/ThxsLCjTzbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Zlw3nxpJ8AQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3020264990290091173</id><published>2011-06-23T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:34:51.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase's First Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of the 2 loves of my life......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1MJ9X56z2c/TgPLG8x6YMI/AAAAAAAAArs/oeD9a_xgqik/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621560080143638722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1MJ9X56z2c/TgPLG8x6YMI/AAAAAAAAArs/oeD9a_xgqik/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty darn cute if you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did fun things for Chase before Fathers Day and he also got his presents early. We got him a new tv and I found a pair of golf clubs on Kijiji! Chase just recently took up golfing and likes to go with his friends on the weekends he is home. So I found him a cheap pair of clubs and we ended up getting a really good set for a good price!! Love that. We also went out to where some friends were camping the night before fathers day and hung out with them so Chase could have a night to just relax with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Fathers Day Sunday we relaxed, then went over to my Dad and Judys house for dinner and presents with my Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnQIrfb9XM0/TgPLGJcaT8I/AAAAAAAAArk/tzUAlxD40-I/s1600/87.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621560066363248578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnQIrfb9XM0/TgPLGJcaT8I/AAAAAAAAArk/tzUAlxD40-I/s320/87.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zayah and Chase just chillin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good weather that day and very family oriented. We love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnwM7dPqwTo/TgPLFgZWvJI/AAAAAAAAArc/SRtUIBU62hE/s1600/93.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621560055344577682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnwM7dPqwTo/TgPLFgZWvJI/AAAAAAAAArc/SRtUIBU62hE/s320/93.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that day at home Zayah was rolling around our house and rolled herself right underneath the coffee table!! She is moving around so much!! She wants to crawl so bad, I can see it, but she just doesn't quite know what to do yet. She is turning herself in circles and rolling and pulling and scooting herself. She's hilarious to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Mmenu1JK8/TgPLFeSXC7I/AAAAAAAAArU/-AQIcREZBqs/s1600/89.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621560054778366898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Mmenu1JK8/TgPLFeSXC7I/AAAAAAAAArU/-AQIcREZBqs/s320/89.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is from Fathers Day. Zayah was being fussy because she needed a nap so Grandpa Ross took her for a walk around the house and they ended up in bed passed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good work Grandpa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Chase is an amazing husband and Father and we love him soooooo much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a hardworker, he's easygoing, he's fun, he's funny, and he loves us so much too! You won't see Chase happier than how happy he is when he spends time with his little girl. She can make him laugh outloud and he's already wrapped around her little finger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love our Dads!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fathers Day 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3020264990290091173?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3020264990290091173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3020264990290091173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3020264990290091173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3020264990290091173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/06/chases-first-fathers-day.html' title='Chase&apos;s First Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1MJ9X56z2c/TgPLG8x6YMI/AAAAAAAAArs/oeD9a_xgqik/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4381827987761252122</id><published>2011-06-08T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:34:30.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>4 months has flown by and Zayah Mae is growing up so fast!! Any of you parents out there figured out a way to slow this down so they can stay little longer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayah update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Zayahs mind everything is edible. Toys, blankets, her bumbo, my hand, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zayah sleeps through the night. Usually gets up around 6:30 or 7:00am, eats, and then goes back to bed until 9:30 or 10:00am. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is grabbing things with her little hands now. Anything in front of her she will reach for and of course put it straight to her mouth. She knows that her Binky goes to her mouth and will try so hard to get it in her mouth the right way. She usually ends up sucking on the side or the back of it but she knows the basic concept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is so happy!! She laughs, giggles, and smiles all the time! No matter how upset you are or if it's a bad day, you go pick her up from bed or just look at her and smile and she has the biggest happy face waiting for you. I love that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she was about 3 months or just over 3 months she started to roll from her back to her belly and never really did anymore. Probably because most of the day she plays in her exersaucer and has a ball. Well one day I laid her down in the middle of the living room, ran outside to put the dogs in and when I came back inside she was all the way over by the couch. She had just rolled and kept on going. And of course I missed it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;at 3 and a half months she is a rolling machine. She doesn't like to stay on her back too much. She will roll immediately to her belly and then just play on her belly for a long time. She loves tummy time. Occasionally, (when I'm not working of course) she will roll over and over and over and I'll find her across the living room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xUZkCcyH1E/Te-tsjnBgDI/AAAAAAAAArM/KQoOQn9KPoA/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615898241339064370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xUZkCcyH1E/Te-tsjnBgDI/AAAAAAAAArM/KQoOQn9KPoA/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture just to show my happy girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aUIPybNB558/Te-tsLKrUCI/AAAAAAAAArE/NPkAXepmXmI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615898234777718818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aUIPybNB558/Te-tsLKrUCI/AAAAAAAAArE/NPkAXepmXmI/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My baby girl is sitting up!!!!! She is fairly steady and likes to grab her feet or whatever toy you put in front of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She has definitely found her feet. If she does stay on her back she will grab her feet and LOVES when she has shoes on to play with and try to suck on as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She will hold your fingers when she's tired and trying to fall asleep. She just needs to know you are there and she relaxes and gets so peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her eyes are still blue and she has fuzzy light brown hair. So much lighter than it was when she was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She does not like me to get her Boogies out of her nose. She cries harder at that then anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is the happiest in the morning. Going to get her from her crib is the best part of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She lights up when she sees Chase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't stop kissing her cheeks, they're irresistible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She has a daily routine. Eat, play, nap, eat, play, nap. These naps are only like 20 or 30 mins and she usually passes out on the couch or the rug. Some days I will wrap her up and put her in her crib for a nap and she will sleep for an hour or more but mostly we just stay out in the living room and play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If she starts to whine you can just walk around the house or go up to the window and let her look out and that usually cures everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zayah got her 4 month shots on Monday June 6, 2011. She didn't cry through the first one, cried for the 2nd and 3rd and then when they were done Chase held a toy up in front of her and she was done crying in an instant. :) It was pretty funny. She weighs 16 pounds and is 25 and 1/4 inches long. She had a cold when we got her shots and that night broke a slight fever, but I gave her medicine before bed and it went away. Her cold is down to just a runny nose now too so hopefully it will all be over soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is an update on our little girl. I am trying to convince Chase that we shouldn't rock the boat and we should just have one child. We got a good baby that sleeps and is happy the first time and I have a feeling if we have another one they will be a hellion. :) haha.. He's not convinced yet, I'll keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4381827987761252122?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4381827987761252122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4381827987761252122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4381827987761252122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4381827987761252122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xUZkCcyH1E/Te-tsjnBgDI/AAAAAAAAArM/KQoOQn9KPoA/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3959337985584025901</id><published>2011-05-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:10:09.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s7wSYTPJ0gw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is rolling!! The other video is on the post just before this so don't forget to check that one out too. For some reason I could not get them in the same post... I will have to bug Leslie again soon to help me figure it out. Anyways, my kid is mobile!! She does not like to be on her back anymore and will move to play on her belly everytime!! Watch out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3959337985584025901?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3959337985584025901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3959337985584025901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3959337985584025901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3959337985584025901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-videos.html' title='2 videos'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s7wSYTPJ0gw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5919708308770952682</id><published>2011-05-28T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:08:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zayah's new thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vs-jxIhng1M?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh everytime... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-5919708308770952682?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5919708308770952682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5919708308770952682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5919708308770952682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5919708308770952682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/zayahs-new-thing.html' title='Zayah&apos;s new thing'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vs-jxIhng1M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-8714598506493968755</id><published>2011-05-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:09:45.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zayah pics and first camping trip</title><content type='html'>I have been blogging a lot lately mostly for my own journaling so sorry if this is all not interesting to you but I need things on record..... Pictures and camping trip coming up in this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecJgrXWxcyc/Td6VLhoovnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/0AEyplrFZI4/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611086210990128754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecJgrXWxcyc/Td6VLhoovnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/0AEyplrFZI4/s320/105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Z in the tub.. I think she looks like her cousin Lexi in this picture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctWwK6noXTw/Td6VLcA87qI/AAAAAAAAAqw/f623jFzy7U0/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611086209481502370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctWwK6noXTw/Td6VLcA87qI/AAAAAAAAAqw/f623jFzy7U0/s320/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some nice days the beginning of May and spend some awesome days outside in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LoS8gM9Zw0/Td6VLDRzEvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5o1up_81XBg/s1600/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611086202841273074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LoS8gM9Zw0/Td6VLDRzEvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5o1up_81XBg/s320/117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Stanley Cup finals with Grandpa Ross. I know this is weird but Zayah will NOT look away from the tv if hockey is on. I can stand in front of her and try to get her to focus on something else but she will not look away from hockey. Her Dad loves this of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4se5G0oBVUU/Td6VKvVnT7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/LhRomo8z1Nw/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611086197488570290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4se5G0oBVUU/Td6VKvVnT7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/LhRomo8z1Nw/s320/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl is 3 and a half months and has started to roll over a bit. She can go pretty good from belly to back but has only rolled from back to belly a couple times. We are working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJgCtwaJdZ0/Td6Uomu2vzI/AAAAAAAAAqY/BX2gM5BDY8Y/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611085611062968114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJgCtwaJdZ0/Td6Uomu2vzI/AAAAAAAAAqY/BX2gM5BDY8Y/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ9b7t9e1zw/Td6UoJooceI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/RH1HnJTjjWk/s1600/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611085603252236770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ9b7t9e1zw/Td6UoJooceI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/RH1HnJTjjWk/s320/126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Daddy misses her when he`s gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little fun with some photo editing in this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCQPCtl3XYk/Td6UnkNBAtI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hahLiJqwDYs/s1600/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611085593204294354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCQPCtl3XYk/Td6UnkNBAtI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hahLiJqwDYs/s320/133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not even four months and Daddy can get her to stand on his hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcYwqoPISCg/Td6UnYGITDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/JhtzFqcPxw0/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611085589954186290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcYwqoPISCg/Td6UnYGITDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/JhtzFqcPxw0/s320/136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zayah`s first camping trip was to the Community Pasture, May long weekend 2011. There was a fireban but luckily we had pretty good weather. She slept in longer than I did every morning, in fact, I had to wake her up in the mornings to feed her and then let her go back to bed after. She did awesome!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsiJWDzk3-8/Td6UnOMKJpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/x8tpwBbKzTU/s1600/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611085587295118994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsiJWDzk3-8/Td6UnOMKJpI/AAAAAAAAAp4/x8tpwBbKzTU/s320/167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good one!! (please don`t mind my Mexican-Cowboy`husband.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmEa454Eef8/TdvchIgzPHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VRiNzl_Lh_Y/s1600/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610320222598937714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmEa454Eef8/TdvchIgzPHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VRiNzl_Lh_Y/s320/171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zayah laughed and laughed when Jaxon came to entertain her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlJ-kTT4pI/TdvcgmcHHdI/AAAAAAAAApI/Cfpd7oImAn4/s1600/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610320213452463570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBlJ-kTT4pI/TdvcgmcHHdI/AAAAAAAAApI/Cfpd7oImAn4/s320/172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjUBXV2e1Ew/TdvcgYX3imI/AAAAAAAAApA/WO7OnjVVqC0/s1600/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610320209676569186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JjUBXV2e1Ew/TdvcgYX3imI/AAAAAAAAApA/WO7OnjVVqC0/s320/175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wear her Camo outfit on her first Camping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pu-rSJ7A5kE/Tdvcf9mPU-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/JC1qKoBnn5E/s1600/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610320202489091042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pu-rSJ7A5kE/Tdvcf9mPU-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/JC1qKoBnn5E/s320/181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yldcSpR8MqE/Tdvcfe0Vt-I/AAAAAAAAAow/HQn_M3OzNYM/s1600/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610320194226730978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yldcSpR8MqE/Tdvcfe0Vt-I/AAAAAAAAAow/HQn_M3OzNYM/s320/186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took a little walk with my baby girl. She loves to look around in awe of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping trip was a success and we will definitely be going again when Chase has days off this summer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-8714598506493968755?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/8714598506493968755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=8714598506493968755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8714598506493968755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8714598506493968755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/zayah-pics-and-first-camping-trip.html' title='Zayah pics and first camping trip'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecJgrXWxcyc/Td6VLhoovnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/0AEyplrFZI4/s72-c/105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-8636714507031680121</id><published>2011-05-24T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:51:37.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 17, 2011</title><content type='html'>Today was Zayah's CT scan to get her hematoma checked out on her head. She has one side of her head that has a little bump from her hematoma left on it and then that side has stayed out farther then the other side of her head. She had an x-ray at the Cardston hospital about a month ago and they couldn't find something specific that was wrong but suggested a CT scan because it is more thorough. Basically we need to know if we need to shape her skull while she's still little with a helmet or something or if this will just go away on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hospital at 8:30am and went through 2 or 3 desks, taking a paper with us, waiting in waiting rooms... then we met the nurse that would be helping Zayah. they had to give Z sedation so she would hold still for the scan. The nurse brought her sedation medicine in a syringe and gave it to her orally. She was asleep in about 5 minutes. The scan lasted about 5 minutes is all and when the nurse brought her back to me she was passed right out still. I had to wait in a room until she woke up and ate so they could make sure she was ok and then we could leave. We left around 10:30am. Waiting for results from our Doc now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-8636714507031680121?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/8636714507031680121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=8636714507031680121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8636714507031680121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8636714507031680121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-17-2011.html' title='May 17, 2011'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-2899279783639977173</id><published>2011-05-24T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:49:24.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peirced ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICyIcMqNnfM/TdvZwy3gpOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/fUdu7DTolyw/s1600/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610317193131631842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICyIcMqNnfM/TdvZwy3gpOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/fUdu7DTolyw/s320/202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5, 2011 we got Zayah's ears peirced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtrecZ-zoh8/TdvZwE5QwyI/AAAAAAAAAog/Vk-ett9z-gs/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610317180790948642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtrecZ-zoh8/TdvZwE5QwyI/AAAAAAAAAog/Vk-ett9z-gs/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is after we got home and she was happy as a clam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when it actually happened?!?! OH MAN!! She screamed, it is the hardest we have ever heard her cry. It lasted a few minutes and then she was done and happy again. Just the initial pokes and the shock really got her good. But she looks so cute now and it just needed to be documented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-2899279783639977173?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/2899279783639977173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=2899279783639977173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2899279783639977173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2899279783639977173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/peirced-ears.html' title='Peirced ears'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICyIcMqNnfM/TdvZwy3gpOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/fUdu7DTolyw/s72-c/202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-7001066118814490295</id><published>2011-05-02T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:32:13.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A surprise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTaCDGpJak4/Tb7zJi-jUZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LEkp3HiPRGU/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602182331829014930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTaCDGpJak4/Tb7zJi-jUZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LEkp3HiPRGU/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, Zayah and I drove to Wyoming on Sunday the 24th and did not tell Aunt Joni we were coming. :) When we got to Evanston we parked just down from her house and dropped off a grocery bag full of Canadian treats. We watched her get the bag and go back inside. Then we all went up to the door, put Zayah in her carseat on the doorstep and then Shannon and I hid around the corner. She cam out and instantly started crying, picked baby up and was a bit confused. Shannon and I finally showed our faces and we all hugged and cried of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crfcCo4-EgY/Tb7zI4AuirI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FVcEHQFyfpU/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602182320295414450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crfcCo4-EgY/Tb7zI4AuirI/AAAAAAAAAoI/FVcEHQFyfpU/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooo hard to keep a secret from Joni because I tell her everything. But we did it and she had no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NuUJQOx63lY/Tb7zIrFT4rI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ZO4xllPnDIo/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602182316824978098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NuUJQOx63lY/Tb7zIrFT4rI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ZO4xllPnDIo/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we got to take Tandra and Cassidy for breakfast so they got to meet their cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z669QbNNp8/Tb7zIS2jY_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/iNy7wSgGSaA/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602182310320628722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z669QbNNp8/Tb7zIS2jY_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/iNy7wSgGSaA/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wld_LP3i7rc/Tb7zH7m-xzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wEt-hAw7BL0/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602182304081299250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wld_LP3i7rc/Tb7zH7m-xzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wEt-hAw7BL0/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phkkUuxNoZA/Tb7xqyR2jAI/AAAAAAAAAno/eFLCngXL0Lw/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602180703848926210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phkkUuxNoZA/Tb7xqyR2jAI/AAAAAAAAAno/eFLCngXL0Lw/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for a day of shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNh99xHAF_c/Tb7xqnRt_iI/AAAAAAAAAng/vABGRGlj824/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602180700895575586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNh99xHAF_c/Tb7xqnRt_iI/AAAAAAAAAng/vABGRGlj824/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing out on Aunt Joni..... they loved to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t1gFmqdYCw/Tb7xqas5zKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/SrSaSEe3mhQ/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602180697519934626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_t1gFmqdYCw/Tb7xqas5zKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/SrSaSEe3mhQ/s320/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zg5jzE2L7Sg/Tb7xqPrCYSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/3NNMiezOh4E/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602180694559318306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zg5jzE2L7Sg/Tb7xqPrCYSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/3NNMiezOh4E/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayah loves to go swimming so we had to try out the hotel pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnXwUc2M188/Tb7xpwI1M3I/AAAAAAAAAnI/hzj5D3twM0Q/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602180686094349170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnXwUc2M188/Tb7xpwI1M3I/AAAAAAAAAnI/hzj5D3twM0Q/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanny and Zayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16sPRkzfWmc/Tb7w0s2eqSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aq_SeLcDNbc/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602179774679001378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16sPRkzfWmc/Tb7w0s2eqSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aq_SeLcDNbc/s320/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Joni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PauliuettZE/Tb7w0XShJdI/AAAAAAAAAm4/orS544YiJkg/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602179768891024850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PauliuettZE/Tb7w0XShJdI/AAAAAAAAAm4/orS544YiJkg/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot tubbin with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJmfI5cBEVU/Tb7wz_65OMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/FiQds3rUPdY/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602179762617923778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJmfI5cBEVU/Tb7wz_65OMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/FiQds3rUPdY/s320/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found Zayah at bikini!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0uiTCRePsw/Tb7wzfW8uEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/l3oiRflXq4Q/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602179753877223490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0uiTCRePsw/Tb7wzfW8uEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/l3oiRflXq4Q/s320/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went to Provo and Aunt Sue was there! She was meeting up with some high school friends for a girls getaway and so we went to meet her so Zayah could meet her Aunt Sue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped in Park City and Provo. We visited some friends and got to see some family. We mostly just cared about seeing Joni so Zayah could meet her. We had a blast!! I couldn't have done it without Shannon, she helped us drive down and held Zayah and played with her a lot. And Joni's boyfriend also helped us surprise Joni. He got us our hotel reservation, and got Joni days off from her work. He was the best!! They will be here in 2 months so we can see them again and I can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgDyIvMIVkU/Tb7wy6JptoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4Q16XIp2tP4/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602179743889340034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgDyIvMIVkU/Tb7wy6JptoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4Q16XIp2tP4/s320/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last picture is just for fun. This is Z laying with Linkyn. My sister Channing has a roommate that has this little boy and he is adorable and Z and him were cuddling. it was cute... I couldn't resist. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-7001066118814490295?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/7001066118814490295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=7001066118814490295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7001066118814490295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7001066118814490295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/surprise.html' title='A surprise!!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTaCDGpJak4/Tb7zJi-jUZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LEkp3HiPRGU/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4078076670087548474</id><published>2011-05-02T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:34:45.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTLJYo9Z_5A/Tb7uTBw84AI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_bj4JrztrVs/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602176997154152450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTLJYo9Z_5A/Tb7uTBw84AI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_bj4JrztrVs/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is Zayahs first Easter and I know she will not remember it but I wanted to document it and put pictures in her baby book. So I made a big deal of it. We invited some friends of ours that have kids over and we had a BBQ, colored easter eggs, and then had an Easter egg hunt around our yard. This is Z's first Easter basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJwI2Ddzhsw/Tb7uSfq4xTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WLw8DqHAWbA/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602176988001912114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJwI2Ddzhsw/Tb7uSfq4xTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WLw8DqHAWbA/s320/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Ashley Law (who did Zayah's newborn pictures) took some pictures of my baby girl in her Easter Dress for me. They turned out beautiful. More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uBNMACvf2bc/Tb7uRgUnSsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/BT1THez7TC4/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602176970997058242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uBNMACvf2bc/Tb7uRgUnSsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/BT1THez7TC4/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z in her Easter dress with her Easter basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSKVnptVxZw/Tb7uRFtRBjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/R-lLXaqd49s/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602176963852699186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSKVnptVxZw/Tb7uRFtRBjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/R-lLXaqd49s/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, Coadee, Zayah, and Brynlee. Coadee is Mandys baby girl, I was in the hospital room with her when she had her. Brynlee is my other friend Ashley's baby girl. They are both one years old and they got Zayah this outfit so they could all be matching. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4078076670087548474?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4078076670087548474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4078076670087548474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4078076670087548474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4078076670087548474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-easter.html' title='First Easter'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTLJYo9Z_5A/Tb7uTBw84AI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_bj4JrztrVs/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5144640164788186134</id><published>2011-05-02T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:44:15.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammie Jacobs</title><content type='html'>Zayah and I went over to Grandmas house for a little visit a couple weeks ago. She is the cutest Grammie in the world, it's true......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxGrLuU33QY/Tb7raKjYBrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LHHSvwlWZvo/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602173821237331634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxGrLuU33QY/Tb7raKjYBrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LHHSvwlWZvo/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rRclT2nRl8/Tb7rZ2k0d4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q4ARDppf6y4/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602173815874680706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rRclT2nRl8/Tb7rZ2k0d4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q4ARDppf6y4/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIu1aXpgeDs/Tb7rZgqMOOI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-g7yvevfhQg/s1600/001%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602173809991629026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIu1aXpgeDs/Tb7rZgqMOOI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-g7yvevfhQg/s320/001%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 93 years old and still doing everything for herself. So glad Zayah gets to live so close to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-5144640164788186134?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5144640164788186134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5144640164788186134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5144640164788186134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5144640164788186134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/05/grammie-jacobs.html' title='Grammie Jacobs'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxGrLuU33QY/Tb7raKjYBrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LHHSvwlWZvo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-8485962774918120852</id><published>2011-04-11T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:33:56.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots.... 10 weeks old</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.... it's Zayah here... I'm actually really hoping that my Nanny and Papa Bevans are checking Mom's blog while they are far away so they can see me because I miss them. And I'm getting so big!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnmKeZlBmc/TaOqbiapWOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Fe4bGwbV3WQ/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502552196045026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnmKeZlBmc/TaOqbiapWOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Fe4bGwbV3WQ/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom makes me lay on my tummy sometimes and she always is clapping and telling me I'm doing so good. Good at what? I dunno. I just lay there and look at her and then I get a little tired after a while, but for the most part I think it's ok. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m89_Gvf6nBA/TaOqbeS2LkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lnbt_iRh1Nw/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502551089589826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m89_Gvf6nBA/TaOqbeS2LkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lnbt_iRh1Nw/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how cute I look in this picture? Well my Mom dressed me up really cute and then took me to go get my shots. My eyes got really big and I started to cry when I got my shots. 3 shots to be exact. But when the shots were done I was done crying and I didn't have any tears fall down my face so my Mom was happy. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHsbyEav2nI/TaOqbMDVdwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/G--N3gCsKKs/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502546192692994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHsbyEav2nI/TaOqbMDVdwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/G--N3gCsKKs/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am 10 weeks old now and Mom and Dad let me sit in this cool new chair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCBs4Dz3YYQ/TaOqa-cHngI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CIkTl1HBO7s/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502542538546690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCBs4Dz3YYQ/TaOqa-cHngI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CIkTl1HBO7s/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get tired from tummy time and Mommy and Daddy always making me smile and laugh so sometimes I need a good nap with my Mom. She loves to cuddle me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhP_aF_QW8c/TaOqak8n4-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/XzH0HtpvSq0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594502535695557602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhP_aF_QW8c/TaOqak8n4-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/XzH0HtpvSq0/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired now so I think I'll just keep sleeping....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-8485962774918120852?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/8485962774918120852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=8485962774918120852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8485962774918120852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8485962774918120852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/04/shots-10-weeks-old.html' title='Shots.... 10 weeks old'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWnmKeZlBmc/TaOqbiapWOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Fe4bGwbV3WQ/s72-c/10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-6445187396680424138</id><published>2011-04-01T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:58:49.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Trip-8 Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jim made me a change table for Christmas and we have never been able to meet up with each other so I could bring it home. So this week my Dad and I took a couple days to shoot down to Idaho, pick it up, spend an afternoon, and then come back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vqkDnNM58E/TZc4caw0PUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DseVMK8qlGs/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999523275324738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vqkDnNM58E/TZc4caw0PUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DseVMK8qlGs/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Tralee and Zayah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrQx2rFk_pY/TZc4cMP634I/AAAAAAAAAko/OBxmtfaCUig/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999519379251074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrQx2rFk_pY/TZc4cMP634I/AAAAAAAAAko/OBxmtfaCUig/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tralee, Zayah, and Hunter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqlSagvFP9o/TZc4b_wgYVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/S3xphGE8el0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999516026265938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqlSagvFP9o/TZc4b_wgYVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/S3xphGE8el0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tralee on her bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJWy8aLGw_c/TZc4bgXWI5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rq4dtDIqxxk/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999507599238034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJWy8aLGw_c/TZc4bgXWI5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/rq4dtDIqxxk/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking Zayah on her first hike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv9INtm3xO0/TZc4JTgagtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TRsxySAPjXk/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999194909967058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv9INtm3xO0/TZc4JTgagtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TRsxySAPjXk/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Made it to the waterfall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVGigZ-IWss/TZc4JNVUNMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Ngp99ztasE8/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999193252803778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVGigZ-IWss/TZc4JNVUNMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Ngp99ztasE8/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how excited everyone is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qsWlg_sEGo/TZc4IgSIgLI/AAAAAAAAAkA/DvJWg6J4GNM/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999181159858354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qsWlg_sEGo/TZc4IgSIgLI/AAAAAAAAAkA/DvJWg6J4GNM/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jim is silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eYyB5r456IM/TZc4ITIcr_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/LjcvmSQ-vpc/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999177629577202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eYyB5r456IM/TZc4ITIcr_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/LjcvmSQ-vpc/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leslie is a babe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnd0wgtx2Rk/TZc4ILkUOII/AAAAAAAAAjw/sXmDKKBhK78/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999175598979202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnd0wgtx2Rk/TZc4ILkUOII/AAAAAAAAAjw/sXmDKKBhK78/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zayah sleeping in her little pouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYwjMOCeJK4/TZYQvMS4yoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YpaD7VEccBA/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590674390367390338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYwjMOCeJK4/TZYQvMS4yoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YpaD7VEccBA/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter just cared about throwing rocks in the water the WHOLE time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfUb1vqB-o/TZYQuwUjHLI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GU_uWPzv3f4/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590674382858165426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kfUb1vqB-o/TZYQuwUjHLI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GU_uWPzv3f4/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrRSblCxGjQ/TZYQuht1ZLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/FCwuqstMF0Y/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590674378937689266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrRSblCxGjQ/TZYQuht1ZLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/FCwuqstMF0Y/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught a fish... it's small but it's there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4n9qeOcFJU/TZYQuEq9E9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/FU8fauVVto8/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590674371140981714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4n9qeOcFJU/TZYQuEq9E9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/FU8fauVVto8/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little Hunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lca6JhQp42k/TZYQt6vBrjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vdHSPeisbgg/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590674368473706034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lca6JhQp42k/TZYQt6vBrjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vdHSPeisbgg/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Jim and Zayah Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6hZYP6qfO4/TZYQGgU_3mI/AAAAAAAAAhw/3shzQ2ra01c/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590673691370315362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6hZYP6qfO4/TZYQGgU_3mI/AAAAAAAAAhw/3shzQ2ra01c/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zayah got to meet her Grandma Trish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a-6arXG_Qg/TZYQFxiUYTI/AAAAAAAAAho/YsWdRMmuofY/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590673678809719090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a-6arXG_Qg/TZYQFxiUYTI/AAAAAAAAAho/YsWdRMmuofY/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunty Leslie and Zayah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8X-DWrVVZQ/TZYQFgrJfII/AAAAAAAAAhg/lN89kfvQtPk/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590673674283351170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8X-DWrVVZQ/TZYQFgrJfII/AAAAAAAAAhg/lN89kfvQtPk/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leslie made me this cute little thing with tons of bows, clips, and headbands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1auBzRgI548/TZYQFWzp3CI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3NaIKCjEkO0/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590673671634672674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1auBzRgI548/TZYQFWzp3CI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3NaIKCjEkO0/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the change table that Jim made me... more than I expected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCWbfuUETxA/TZYQFK7pL3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JaBJMmQdvaM/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590673668446957426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCWbfuUETxA/TZYQFK7pL3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JaBJMmQdvaM/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so was the quick trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1272320275363827565-6445187396680424138?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/6445187396680424138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=6445187396680424138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6445187396680424138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6445187396680424138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/04/idaho-trip-8-weeks-old.html' title='Idaho Trip-8 Weeks Old'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vqkDnNM58E/TZc4caw0PUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DseVMK8qlGs/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3942819485037116453</id><published>2011-03-23T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:07:46.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New 'Do'</title><content type='html'>I think they call this the 'New Mommy' haircut.  The long stuff was in the way for nursing and in the way everytime I went to pick her up.  It ended up just being in a ponytail everyday anways so, OFF WITH IT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDpjMpvPYII/TYq1GKjc9tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dVOWexp1_s0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587477405223417554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDpjMpvPYII/TYq1GKjc9tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dVOWexp1_s0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At-XiugeKi0/TYq1F0TCE7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/HjzqPBxqP7U/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587477399248966578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-At-XiugeKi0/TYq1F0TCE7I/AAAAAAAAAhA/HjzqPBxqP7U/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSbs_ImHVVo/TYq1FtpbgWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S187PgDuPqI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587477397463859554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSbs_ImHVVo/TYq1FtpbgWI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S187PgDuPqI/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayah is 7 weeks now.... And slept through the whole night 2 nights ago for the first time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bliss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1272320275363827565-3942819485037116453?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3942819485037116453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3942819485037116453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3942819485037116453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3942819485037116453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-do.html' title='New &apos;Do&apos;'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDpjMpvPYII/TYq1GKjc9tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dVOWexp1_s0/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4287255939413364176</id><published>2011-03-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:50:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Week Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Baby Girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrd7OnOhwEA/TYD1svlhSCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lf12hAY0jSc/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733686976301090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrd7OnOhwEA/TYD1svlhSCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lf12hAY0jSc/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 Day Old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZmzIRu_N3s/TYD1segIktI/AAAAAAAAAgo/DHcwYgtLIVw/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733682390307538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZmzIRu_N3s/TYD1segIktI/AAAAAAAAAgo/DHcwYgtLIVw/s320/115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 Week Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiMQDM-nPzw/TYD1GQtKztI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3lWC7dhAscw/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733025851854546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiMQDM-nPzw/TYD1GQtKztI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3lWC7dhAscw/s320/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Weeks Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3-Z3xWzkWA/TYD1FwAGpRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RR9-oigcB-I/s1600/183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733017072903442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3-Z3xWzkWA/TYD1FwAGpRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RR9-oigcB-I/s320/183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 Weeks Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eifow6XyAno/TYD1FgC2-VI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BMwjAe_Nafw/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733012789492050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eifow6XyAno/TYD1FgC2-VI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BMwjAe_Nafw/s320/169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 Weeks Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SC-JpvAH4xI/TYD1FWh_yyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bxbelblmNZY/s1600/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733010235738914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SC-JpvAH4xI/TYD1FWh_yyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bxbelblmNZY/s320/189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 Weeks Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uh2uJjXU6U/TYD1FKMUllI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_2E-ZSKPLMY/s1600/207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584733006923601490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uh2uJjXU6U/TYD1FKMUllI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_2E-ZSKPLMY/s320/207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 Weeks Old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Zayah in for her 6 week check up yesterday, March 15, 2011.  Here are some things we heard from the Doctor about our little ZZ Top....  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'She is so alert and awake... she is only 6 weeks she should just be eating and sleeping and pooping!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Seriously, I can't believe this baby she is doing things a 3 month old baby does!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'She puts weight on her legs when you hold her up and she is holding up her head, she is flexing her arms when I lift her up by her hands... I can't believe it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'She weighs 11 pounds, which is on track.  And she is 23 and 1/4 inches long.'  (She was 8 pounds and 21 inches when she was born.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Her hematoma (sp?) is a lot smaller and I'm confident with a little more time it will be completely gone.'  (she has that from her birth because they used the vacuum.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He also checked her thrush she has had and said it is coming off of her tongue itself so we do not need another round of medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'I have NO concerns at all with her and I really can't believe she is only 6 weeks old.  I don't need to see her again until she is 3 months!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was so happy when we left the Doctors Office.  She really is so strong but I have never had a baby before so I didn't think she was doing anything out of the ordinary.  She does hold her own head up, and she will stand when we hold her up by putting weight down on her legs.  Chase and I always comment on how strong she is but it was nice to hear the Doctor say those things.  Zayah has spit up maybe 4 times in her life, she mostly just gives me really big burps in between feedings and then she is fine.  I love that she is not a barfy baby.  She is focusing on things and smiling so much and even gave the Doctor a smile while we were there.  She has the most hilarious 'poop' face, I will have to put the picture up that I caught, so funny.  We can't get enough of her so I am sorry if you are sick of hearing about her, but I can't help it!!  She's our perfect little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4287255939413364176?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4287255939413364176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4287255939413364176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4287255939413364176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4287255939413364176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/03/6-week-check-up.html' title='6 Week Check Up'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrd7OnOhwEA/TYD1svlhSCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lf12hAY0jSc/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5466375883048497521</id><published>2011-03-03T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:54:08.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We blessed Zayah Mae on February 27, 2011 (which happens to also be my Moms birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looked so cute and was so good through the blessing.  Her Grandpas told me she opened her eyes and looked around but just stayed still and watched.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiDA8XeX2bw/TXA0Z-gc5kI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HUleqRzzo8A/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580017559192528450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiDA8XeX2bw/TXA0Z-gc5kI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HUleqRzzo8A/s320/139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zayah got her blessing dress from her Grandma Trish. My Grandma Callister also sent one to us that we decided we will use if we have another girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRSn-_cdBw4/TXA0ZtHcYKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iAUmZtb8bMQ/s1600/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580017554524233890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRSn-_cdBw4/TXA0ZtHcYKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iAUmZtb8bMQ/s320/143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 Generations of Jacobs'&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Ross, Me, Great Grandma Jacobs and Baby Zayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bY1UQ452Bq4/TXA0ZX0U2cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8qc9kdO_ryU/s1600/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580017548806904258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bY1UQ452Bq4/TXA0ZX0U2cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8qc9kdO_ryU/s320/147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Judy, Grandpa Ross, Chase, Cammi, Great Grandma Jacobs and Baby Zayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7xGDaFEcag/TXA0Y6Fzp4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Lkmhh9VOr4M/s1600/151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580017540827162498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7xGDaFEcag/TXA0Y6Fzp4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Lkmhh9VOr4M/s320/151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Nikki, Grandma Judy, Grandpa Ross, Chase, Me, Aunt Channing, Great Grandma Jacobs and Baby Zayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9SM1X7Rz4M/TXAzjkSbyrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pCVSsNyKNZw/s1600/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016624441477810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9SM1X7Rz4M/TXAzjkSbyrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pCVSsNyKNZw/s320/154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa and baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odSSj_lG1kg/TXAzjVi684I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Wt-mcCN93Go/s1600/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016620484096898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odSSj_lG1kg/TXAzjVi684I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Wt-mcCN93Go/s320/157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, My Dad, and My baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_FeY8-0mA4/TXAzi2ITp3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/d_iFfwW41Iw/s1600/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016612050970482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_FeY8-0mA4/TXAzi2ITp3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/d_iFfwW41Iw/s320/159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone that stood in Zayah's circle to bless her plus her Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are her uncles, great uncles, grandpas, and great grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K__5H07iR7o/TXAziuXGwXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Ke9zjggsLP8/s1600/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016609965556082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K__5H07iR7o/TXAziuXGwXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Ke9zjggsLP8/s320/161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 Generations of Bevans'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Grandpa Bevans, Chase, Papa Bevans, and Baby Zayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ts_iitmU-MQ/TXAziC5aOTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/v6Nae9gUuLA/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016598298278194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ts_iitmU-MQ/TXAziC5aOTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/v6Nae9gUuLA/s320/166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp4hF9MC1s0/TXAzBfGinMI/AAAAAAAAAew/Z8N-Gl8RtBs/s1600/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016038933863618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp4hF9MC1s0/TXAzBfGinMI/AAAAAAAAAew/Z8N-Gl8RtBs/s320/167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXW6fJST29k/TXAzBOq94JI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kSN-SkcwAS8/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016034523242642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXW6fJST29k/TXAzBOq94JI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kSN-SkcwAS8/s320/169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Beautiful girl in her beautiful dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLBoQsVCVIM/TXAzA_eXNTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/K2eHzMVBHFs/s1600/173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016030443844914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLBoQsVCVIM/TXAzA_eXNTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/K2eHzMVBHFs/s320/173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big stretch and big yawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3Evo2eIWkg/TXAzAU4iwsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pUFPSJ9yCZE/s1600/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016019010929346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3Evo2eIWkg/TXAzAU4iwsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pUFPSJ9yCZE/s320/175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little grin.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lMVPBiYz4U/TXAy_zxHghI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Zdp_xVjBQpk/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580016010121413138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lMVPBiYz4U/TXAy_zxHghI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Zdp_xVjBQpk/s320/177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nanny and Papa Bevans with their 11 grandchildren.  They will have numbers 12 and 13 by this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day we blessed Zayah was also the same day that Chase's parents had their farewell in church.  They left to serve a mission in the Phillippines the next day, Monday Feb. 28th at 5:30am.  We stayed with them all Sunday and went to see them be set apart that night at 7:00pm.  I bawled my eyes out.  Call it hormones from having a baby but mostly I'm just a baby myself.  His Dad and Mom both hugged me and whispered in my ear about how glad they were that I married their son and how blessed they are to have me in their family and I lost it.  They said more things, but those things are just for me.  I love those two so much, seriously.  I TOTALLY lucked out in the 'in-law' department.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise is so cool.  She is never pushy or overbearing.  She doesn't care if things get cleaned right away or if things are perfect, she would rather be with her family and soak up every minute of them before they leave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dee is the kindest Dad and husband ever.  He always tells his kids and their spouses how much he loves them, how proud he is of them.  He takes beautiful pictures and shares them with his family.  He is going to be an amazing missionary.  Some of my favorite moments with Chase's family is when we all sit down and listen to some words of wisdom from Dee.  He captivates you when he talks or reads something.  And I, of course, cry everytime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two will be amazing missionaries and we already miss them so much.  Zayah gets to hear their voice every night on a recordable story book so she will know her Nanny and Papa when they get home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big things happening here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-5466375883048497521?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5466375883048497521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5466375883048497521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5466375883048497521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5466375883048497521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiDA8XeX2bw/TXA0Z-gc5kI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HUleqRzzo8A/s72-c/139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3921922411185706118</id><published>2011-03-01T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:35:25.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A month already....</title><content type='html'>Zayah Mae is a month old already.... a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things about our little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zayah has been trying to hold her head up ever since she was a week old and she does it now on a regular basis.  She will hold it up when she is being burped or when you lay her on your chest.  She likes to look up at you, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She has her eyes open a lot.  She looks around at things and smiles at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think she is starting to see us and objects better because her little smile comes out a lot.  She smiled at her mobile on her swing, she smiled when I talk to her and try to get her to focus on me, and she smiles sometimes just sitting by herself staring at the couch.  We LOVE when it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She poops a lot.  She has pooped while I have been changing her diaper twice and peed while I was changing her diaper too.  She did pee on her Daddy once too which was hilarious.  I just laugh when it happens because it actually is kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She is sleeping SOOOO well!  A bad night for us is her waking up every 3 hours to eat.  I can usually feed her for the last time at around 11:30 or 12 and then i don't get up with her again until 5:30 at the earliest.  One day it was 8:15, sometimes its 6:30. Then I will feed her again and she goes back to bed for another 3 or 4 hours.  We usually don't get out of bed until around 10:00am or 10:30.  Love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chase got her to giggle the other day.  three times in a row, we laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zayah was blessed on February 27, 2010 by her Grandpa Ross with her Papa Bevans, Uncles, Great Uncles, and Great Grandpa standing in her circle.  She looked beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She talks a lot.  She is always sighing, or cooing, or grunting, or fussing... just as long as she can hear her own voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She has started using her legs and pushes against us with them.  She really is a strong baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She is getting chubby, which I ABSOLUTELY LOVE!!  Kind of makes me sad she is getting big but I can't resist chubby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayah Mae, Mama can't even remember what life was like without you.  Your Dad and I love you more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3921922411185706118?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3921922411185706118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3921922411185706118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3921922411185706118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3921922411185706118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/03/month-already.html' title='A month already....'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-419361098290869918</id><published>2011-02-21T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:29:40.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newborn photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PICTURE OVERLOAD!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to narrow it down but I can't!! She is too cute!!! These pictures were taken by my friend Ashley Law with Ashley Law Photography. I LOVE how they turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4narmKt3NoU/TWM6chAAd4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/kb7xX4ZIoi0/s1600/DSC_0035%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576365025183954818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4narmKt3NoU/TWM6chAAd4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/kb7xX4ZIoi0/s320/DSC_0035%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRdZYjoSDm0/TWM6cQvbC9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/mm-h1-RFd2o/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576365020819426258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRdZYjoSDm0/TWM6cQvbC9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/mm-h1-RFd2o/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCrnOHIbhfM/TWM6cKeZTRI/AAAAAAAAAdo/aN6ooiHXCVQ/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576361289451719538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1QOzzPMFVKw/TWM3DEUCS3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nfezlXOs-LM/s320/DSC_0375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qThmXKt_76k/TWM3C4jNA6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/gXLr6vxHTpM/s1600/DSC_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576361286294111138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qThmXKt_76k/TWM3C4jNA6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/gXLr6vxHTpM/s320/DSC_0372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hFO3pAGocw/TWM3CjM1d9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/d2jjcOAGEr8/s1600/DSC_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576361280563148754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hFO3pAGocw/TWM3CjM1d9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/d2jjcOAGEr8/s320/DSC_0347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43SwWx6eQA8/TWM2WpzcJLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-pTM0wTNWFk/s1600/DSC_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576350330804826626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKWbCpc3PfA/TWMtFMLA8gI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/i83L-MbAdeE/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1272320275363827565-419361098290869918?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/419361098290869918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=419361098290869918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/419361098290869918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/419361098290869918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/02/newborn-photo-shoot.html' title='Newborn photo shoot'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4narmKt3NoU/TWM6chAAd4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/kb7xX4ZIoi0/s72-c/DSC_0035%2B-%2BVersion%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-119841537880275838</id><published>2011-02-07T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:27:16.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 31, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TVBHD0OwkNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dU0tqZL8RAU/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571030869943029970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TVBHD0OwkNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dU0tqZL8RAU/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Doctor told me to be at the hospital between 6:00am and 6:30am to be induced. Of course we went so we were there right at 6:00am only to be told by a nurse that we were way early and they weren't ready for us yet. Of course. We watched a movie in the waiting room and at about 7:15am they were finally ready for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doctor was there and after I changed and got on my bed she broke my water first thing! I was 3cms. I didn't even feel her break my water actually. I was expecting the 'gush' that everyone talks about but nothing happened; I had to ask her if she had done it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it took them a while to find a good vein to hook up my IV to. I had my water broken by 7:30am and my IV in by 8:30am. Then we waited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chase and I played cards and I started to have some small contractions. As the contractions got worse I now felt the 'gush' of your water breaking. Each contraction brought some more water... Totally gross by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It didn't take long for the contractions to get very strong. They were only a minute apart too. I kept telling Chase that I could breathe through them, and they hurt and everything; but if I just had a little more time to rest in between it wouldn't be too unbearable. The minute break wasn't long enough for how hard they were coming. I got up to a 12 on the drip by myself before asking for pain medicine. The nurse said that was pretty impressive. I have never been in labor myself so I don't know. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to ask for morphine. She checked me and I was at 4cm. As she left to go get the morphine the contractions were getting worse and worse, so I told Chase to go out and tell her I changed my mind and I wanted the epidural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They moved me into the room I would deliver in and called the Anesthesiologist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was only going to be 10 mins! Whoo hoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he was administering the epidural I would tell him when a contraction was coming on and he would stop while I breathed through it. As he was doing it I was getting very hott and starting to drip sweat. I kept telling Chase and my nurse(whom I LOVE by the way) that I needed some cold wash cloths. They said they would get them after. The last thing I remember is leaning against Chase and closing my eyes, feeling very tired, sweating, and wanting to just pass out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They laid me down on the bed and I was looking up at Chase when this other Nurse came in and put an oxygen mask on me. I looked over to see what was going on and there was like 6 people in my room all doing things and my doctor checking me as well. They didn't really tell us what was going on and I was so out of it I didn't care. I just figured I was out of it because of the morphine and the epidural but it turns out that my blood pressure dropped significantly, which in turn made Zayah's heart rate drop. My blood pressure got to 85/49. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doctor had to put a probe in the top of Zayah's head that had a wire coming out of it hooked up to a machine and that's how they monitored her heart rate from then on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was now 5cm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching all those people work on me and not knowing what was going on was scary for Chase. He told me that this was the first time he teared up in the delivery room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that I rested. I took it easy and they had my blood pressure getting checked every 15 mins. They also gave me a button to push for more pain medicine if I needed it. So every 15 mins when my blood pressure got checked I would push for more medicine. My nurse encouraged it actually, she said its better to be on top of the pain then to have to play catch up and then its too late.&lt;br /&gt;The epidural made me numb on my left side but not on my right side. So I still felt contractions on my right side which was a little weird. They were masked by the epidural a bit and I could breathe through them but they, of course, got more intense and more intense. They finally moved down low and now just started to feel like pressure instead of pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at about 2:30pm they told me that since it was all pressure I was feeling and that I was progressing so fast they wanted me to start pushing so they could coach me on exactly where and how to push right. I had progressed 1-2 cm every hour that I was in the hopsital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pushed everytime I felt pressure and for the first hour it was not bad at all. I was just doing an exercise. Every contraction, I would breathe and push like clock work and the pressure wasn't too intense yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN, in the 2nd hour the pressure intensified significantly! I was getting tired of course but I kept going. I would push during the contractions and baby would descend. But in between contractions she would go back up to where she was. I couldn't get her over my pelvic bone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, at just after 4:00pm, my doctor told me that they were going to try to use the suction vacuum to help baby come out. If that didn't work my other option was to have a C-Section. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was pushing, I was so exhausted that after one contraction I looked at Chase crying and told him I couldn't do it anymore. He told me later that this was the second time he teared up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told the doctor to just do it and try the vacuum. She got it onto babys head and on the next contraction I pushed with everything I had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayahs head came out. They suctioned out her mouth and nose and then I pushed again and she was out... ALL OF HER!!! Chase looked at me with the most shocked look on his face. This was the third time he teared up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had people from the NICU in the room to check baby because ever since my blood pressure dropped her heart rate was not staying very stable. It would drop and then come back up and was all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As they were checking her, she didn't cry. Which usually would worry them and was worrying me. But, they said she was fine. They checked her lungs and heart and she was perfectly fine. Her eyes were open, she was looking around but she just didn't want to cry. She let out a little cry when they picked her up and that's all they could get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nurse told me after that her heart rate was being so funny because her cord was around her neck. I'm glad they didn't tell me until after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Zayah was born at 4:29pm. She weighed 8 pounds and measured 21 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;That beautiful baby above is what I got out of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth be told I went through a lot that day but, my water was broke at 7:30am and baby was out by 4:30pm.  So my total time in labor and the hospital wasn't that long.  I'm glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you so much baby girl.  Mama is so glad you finally made your debut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-119841537880275838?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/119841537880275838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=119841537880275838' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/119841537880275838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/119841537880275838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/02/january-31-2011.html' title='January 31, 2011'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TVBHD0OwkNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dU0tqZL8RAU/s72-c/101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-2823490889565774541</id><published>2011-02-03T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:37:48.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zayah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making her arrival on January 31, 2011 at 4:29pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weighing 8 pounds and measuring at 21 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please welcome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zayah Mae Ngawati Bevans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurS_csXAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EK2-xnxIQ0k/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733706931526658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurS_csXAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EK2-xnxIQ0k/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurSkd7NNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CBhhqNdXGTM/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733699688936658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurSkd7NNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CBhhqNdXGTM/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurR4Xsv1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IbQIgYp1Dls/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733687851663186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurR4Xsv1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IbQIgYp1Dls/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in shock I think..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurRvsmH9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/SZRRDe7qNkU/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733685523390418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurRvsmH9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/SZRRDe7qNkU/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurRZAPJHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BZXpmebZ7gc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733679431754866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurRZAPJHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BZXpmebZ7gc/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq1sNgQJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LaCqyf2fpt4/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733203551338642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq1sNgQJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LaCqyf2fpt4/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Munchkin.  And little is right!  Every peice of clothing I have for her is WAY too big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq1LAGOYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/F0f6gt75Pqo/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733194636736898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq1LAGOYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/F0f6gt75Pqo/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq0znx8CI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RT_AzEkLNV0/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733188360728610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq0znx8CI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RT_AzEkLNV0/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq0mthEDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FiupxoGexh8/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733184895127602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq0mthEDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FiupxoGexh8/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We get to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq0F3K66I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YeSlGVhU0yI/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569733176077249442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUuq0F3K66I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YeSlGVhU0yI/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A more detailed blog to come of our days at the hospital.  But for now just pics of baby.  Her name, Zayah Mae, has no family meaning or anything.  Zayah was a name I found on the internet one day and Chase loved it.  The second middle name, Ngawati, is pronounced:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na-Wadi.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Chase's Grammies name whom Chase is also named after.  Her name before she got married was Ngawati Chase.  His family is Maori from New Zealand and we thought it would be cool to give each of our kids a second middle name that was Maori.  (Of course as of right now having more kids is NO WHERE in mymind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is here, we absolutely love her and she is such a good baby so far.  Mom and baby are doing great and Dad helps out so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now!&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/1272320275363827565-2823490889565774541?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/2823490889565774541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=2823490889565774541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2823490889565774541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2823490889565774541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/02/zayah.html' title='Zayah'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TUurS_csXAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EK2-xnxIQ0k/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-9102354217970446721</id><published>2011-01-29T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:44:52.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower and Sisters</title><content type='html'>Pictures are out of order but you get the idea.  Baby shower was thrown by Nikki, Channing and Judy plus many friends came to help and Sue and Joni were up for it too.  It was on January 22, 2011 at the Mountain View Church and baby and me got seriously spoiled.  I don't think I can be more prepared for a baby and that feels so good.  Other pictures are from Joni and Sue's visit, we went and took pictures at a snowy Waterton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd62JlfPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KR3OAE2fqX4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567678304886291698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd62JlfPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KR3OAE2fqX4/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Frozen Cameron Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd54F7i1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/K2OqEMLsOx4/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567678288227961682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd54F7i1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/K2OqEMLsOx4/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drifts down at the boat docks.  Colleen and Aunt Joni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd5VUmRyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/98WZevw8kSc/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567678278894241570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd5VUmRyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/98WZevw8kSc/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just threw this one in because its too adorable, Colleen posing as a little Japanese Girl.  She is so cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd5JyQnBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_1fOxZCWEYA/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567678275797425170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd5JyQnBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_1fOxZCWEYA/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, Colleen, and me at Cameron Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd4ycddjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/g1rVyxeDWv0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567678269531977266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd4ycddjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/g1rVyxeDWv0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdWL0hnmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/woJNbSq5KFk/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677675048377954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdWL0hnmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/woJNbSq5KFk/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the 'Guess the size of the belly' Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdV-PSZ2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gF0nLPHg8Sc/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677671402530658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdV-PSZ2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gF0nLPHg8Sc/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the winner.  Aunt Diana Jacobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdVMVUReI/AAAAAAAAAWE/92w0kQT2qEk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677658006046178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdVMVUReI/AAAAAAAAAWE/92w0kQT2qEk/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdTE728vI/AAAAAAAAAV8/27OwZ_xx_uk/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677621660480242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdTE728vI/AAAAAAAAAV8/27OwZ_xx_uk/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karlene and I.  She was due Jan. 25, 2011 and is in the hospital today having the baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdSxFq9vI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jUSlTMiIxhk/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677616332928754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURdSxFq9vI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jUSlTMiIxhk/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Kristy Holland and I.  She is due in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcx8gwjDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FJDh4IZuih0/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677052463647794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcx8gwjDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FJDh4IZuih0/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Friend, Jessica, and I.  She is due in March as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcxtGGZoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wLgviSIXmDs/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677048325301890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcxtGGZoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wLgviSIXmDs/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my girlfriends that were there.  Some of them had already walked out the door but we tried to get a group shot.  Can't thank them enough for coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcxWsm9wI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aNX6qpSwXqE/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677042312804098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcxWsm9wI/AAAAAAAAAVc/aNX6qpSwXqE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcw2rLmEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tlPPKbTTHwg/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677033716881474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcw2rLmEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tlPPKbTTHwg/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcwCnqznI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6U-PEMG1rGY/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567677019743506034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURcwCnqznI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6U-PEMG1rGY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centerpieces.  Ducks, Of course.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl still hasn't made her arrival.  I feel fine so thats the plus.  I'm mostly just sad that Sue and Joni had to leave this morning and baby couldn't meet them.  :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for an update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the doctor yesterday (Friday the 28th) and I was at 2cm.  She stretched me to 3 cm and stripped my membranes.  Not enjoyable but I was glad she was helping me move along.  If I don't go into labor on my own over the weekend, I am being induced Monday morning by 6:30am.  At least now there is an end date!!!  YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully next post will be of baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-9102354217970446721?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/9102354217970446721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=9102354217970446721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/9102354217970446721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/9102354217970446721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-shower-and-sisters.html' title='Baby Shower and Sisters'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TURd62JlfPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KR3OAE2fqX4/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-6298584258560949122</id><published>2011-01-12T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:31:33.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost here.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9 more days?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 days until my due date.... hopefully 9 days or less until baby will be here(wishful thinking I know, just let a girl dream).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I going to miss this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Am I going to miss my belly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I going to miss my swollen feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am I going to miss feeling and seeing baby moving inside my belly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell you the truth, I think I will. Pregnancy was never really my cup of tea, I don't like feeling pregnant bellies and feeling the baby move. But when baby is in my belly, I actually LOVE when she moves. My whole belly does 'the wave' and if I set the remote control on my belly it jumps around so much it makes me laugh right outloud. I know that new adventures await me when this baby is no longer in my belly and I can actually hold her, but those adventures are also.... scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This baby is not my niece or nephew, she will not just go back to her Mom or Dad when I'm tired, or when she poops, or at the end of the day because, I'M her Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to raise someone else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do I do that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;How do I teach her words to say, and manners, and things to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't anyone else find this &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been wanting baby to come out for like a week now. No, I am not looking forward to the labor part but now, I don't know how excited I am about the newborn, no-sleep, sore nipples, tired part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the other hand, I can't wait to see her &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;eyes.&lt;/span&gt; Will they be dark like Chase's side of the family? Or will they be light like mine? Chase has one of each so it will be interesting to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see her hair(if she has any) and her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lips.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see if she looks like &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for the first time I hold her. I get tears in my eyes just thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for her to wear her first outfit and for me to put headbands with BIG bows on her head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see her first smile, hear her first laugh, feel her grab my finger, and have my hold be enough to stop her from crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've stretched my belly out to the max, I don't think there is any room left. So if you could please come out, gently, I would greatly appreciate it. I have a few requests though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Let's try sleeping for hours at a time, maybe not all night right away, but a solid 3 or 4 would work for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Please be gentle on my boobies, Mommy is not looking forward to that part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I would appreciate the crying to be minimal. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. It would be great if you were a social baby, let anyone hold you, and not be just a mommies girl. I want you to be able to go to anyone so Mommy can have a break every now and then. But always love me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see you with your Daddy. He has been wanting you for as long as I've known him. He wants to hold you when you are crying and needs the practice with changing diapers. So if you could poop when he's holding you, that would be great. Thanks. Us girls have to stick together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pregnancy is almost over,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Motherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is about to commence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-6298584258560949122?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/6298584258560949122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=6298584258560949122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6298584258560949122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6298584258560949122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-here.html' title='Almost here.....'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-6191536184615743604</id><published>2010-12-22T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:36:25.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beverly Bevans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No this is not what we are naming our baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This, my friends, is the newest addition to the Chase and Cammi Bevans household.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at that face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TRJQ1j28XyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/nzAjxs03d2k/s1600/Bev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553590171590221602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TRJQ1j28XyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/nzAjxs03d2k/s320/Bev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe it or not it was NOT me that got suckered into this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be my husband.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TRJQ1IbZNPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/RtqMy90sD9A/s1600/Beverly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553590164226913522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TRJQ1IbZNPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/RtqMy90sD9A/s320/Beverly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TRJQ0sW299I/AAAAAAAAAUs/iLmFDB9X-2k/s1600/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553590156691699666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TRJQ0sW299I/AAAAAAAAAUs/iLmFDB9X-2k/s320/puppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly was abandoned in front of the Cardston Pound on Tuesday December 14th.  Our Bylaw Officer got to work at 8:00 in the morning and found a cardboard box with a little tiny puppy in it just sitting on the front step of the pount.  Isn't that the saddest thing ever.  I sent a picture of her to Chase and he said, 'We need to adopt that puppy!'  I didn't think he was serious as we are not little dog people.  But he assured me that Cocker Spaniels are smart and obedient and good around kids and she was free so I said why not?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is very smart, already going to the bathroom outside and only on potty pads when she is inside.  Plus she is dang cute.  We aren't for sure if she is purebred or even exactly how old she is but we have an appointment with our Vet in Lethbridge on the 30th so we will know more then and get her her first set of shots.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She tried to wrestle with Mojo.  Its hilarious.  She is about the size of Mojo's whole head, so she just jumps right on top of his head and bites on his nose.  He hasn't snapped yet but he gives her a little bark to scare her off.  The size comparison between the two is hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1272320275363827565-6191536184615743604?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/6191536184615743604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=6191536184615743604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6191536184615743604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6191536184615743604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/12/beverly-bevans.html' title='Beverly Bevans'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TRJQ1j28XyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/nzAjxs03d2k/s72-c/Bev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4126654853460268872</id><published>2010-12-02T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:12:09.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Pics</title><content type='html'>Here is a taste of the Pregnancy pictures I had taken.  My friend Ashley Law is a photographer and took these for me.  I was 29-30 weeks pregnant at this time.  Now I am 33 weeks and only 7 to go!!!!  Isn't that crazy?  I can't believe this is almost over.  I am sooooo not ready and I feel soooo unprepared!  I freak myself out on a daily basis.  My doctor appointments have been good and I feel fine, just really tired these days.  I can't wait to be done working!  I get exhausted fast these days.  My feet are swollen, its pretty gross.  :)  Anyways, just a little update.  Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgH5JpTqMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/VJG_PF7NzUA/s1600/pic%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191619529877698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgH5JpTqMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/VJG_PF7NzUA/s320/pic%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHjGNw5RI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yfsHEwBpulA/s1600/pic%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191240651924754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHjGNw5RI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yfsHEwBpulA/s320/pic%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHihxhkHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cR6MBkTdsWc/s1600/pic%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191230869803122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHihxhkHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cR6MBkTdsWc/s320/pic%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHiemETxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/voCF5SFczBg/s1600/pic%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191230016442130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHiemETxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/voCF5SFczBg/s320/pic%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHhpdHyeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MMEinorviKk/s1600/pic%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191215751842274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHhpdHyeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MMEinorviKk/s320/pic%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHhNMuI4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/JSmDlGcENfA/s1600/pic%2B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191208166859650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHhNMuI4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/JSmDlGcENfA/s320/pic%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHVWrepHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkwosdjGuNY/s1600/pic%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191004553356402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHVWrepHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kkwosdjGuNY/s320/pic%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHVKZanlI/AAAAAAAAATs/YNZLBB8gXCk/s1600/pic%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546191001256369746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHVKZanlI/AAAAAAAAATs/YNZLBB8gXCk/s320/pic%2B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHUXgK-JI/AAAAAAAAATk/DAtmlZWWFVc/s1600/pic%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546190987594496146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHUXgK-JI/AAAAAAAAATk/DAtmlZWWFVc/s320/pic%2B9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHUKyPXRI/AAAAAAAAATc/TqHNNf4ExcM/s1600/pic%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546190984180620562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHUKyPXRI/AAAAAAAAATc/TqHNNf4ExcM/s320/pic%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHTYG7dsI/AAAAAAAAATU/CXRnGhR0e-M/s1600/pic%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546190970577188546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgHTYG7dsI/AAAAAAAAATU/CXRnGhR0e-M/s320/pic%2B11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4126654853460268872?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4126654853460268872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4126654853460268872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4126654853460268872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4126654853460268872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/12/pregnancy-pics.html' title='Pregnancy Pics'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TPgH5JpTqMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/VJG_PF7NzUA/s72-c/pic%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-6326270417212738254</id><published>2010-11-04T10:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:53:19.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>I am sorry there have been no pictures in my last couple posts.  I do not have internet at my new house yet so I write posts on friends computers and do not have my pictures on there.  When I do have internet again I will post belly pictures and this weekend Chase and I are taking pregnancy pictures with my friend Ashley so I will try to get those up.  29 weeks along!  Can't believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday October 29, 2010 I left for my lunch break at 1:00pm.  I picked up my lunch and was on my way to my friends house to eat it when I got a phone call from my Dad.  He asked me if anyone had got ahold of me to tell me anything yet,(which I do NOT like the sounds of already) I said no.  He then told me that one of our dogs had got hit on the highway.  'Are you serious?' I asked first.  He was.  'Which one?'  Was my next question.  His answer, 'The brown one.'  That's Molly.  I, of course, cried.  I told him I was going to drive home right away and just tell work I was going to be late getting back.  Dad told me he had moved her from the road onto our lawn for me and she would be there when I got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who remember from my past posts about our dogs and puppies, Molly is Chase's dog that he had picked out before we were married, she is a purebred chocolate lab that he got for free from a cousin, and he loved her.  She was well mannered, VERY energetic, and had to be in charge.  There was no way Mojo could walk a step in front of her when we went on walks, or get the ball before her when they played fetch; that was not allowed.  Chase was at work and did not know what happened yet.  I called his phone hoping that maybe he was in the break trailer at lunch but he did not answer my frantic calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to my house and saw a police car next to my house waiting for me.  That was the last thing on my mind though.  I pulled in to the driveway and saw Molly laying on the grass, where she usually does, only this time she did not move when she heard the car on the gravel.  The police officer got called by the people who hit Molly.  He said there was nothing I had to do, but because he got a call he just had to come get my information and he would open and close the file today.  He said the people were tourists heading to our from Waterton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did she get off her chain?  I have no idea.  She is Houdini I think.  I kneeled next to her expecting her chain collar to be broken or maybe it had slid off her neck and that's how she got off.  Nope.  It was still on, in tact, and in fact still tight around her neck.  So I walked over to her tie up chain.  The clasp was on the ground, not broken, not open, not anything.  I have no idea how she did it.  How I wish we would have had our dog runs in place.  We have a dog run ready for us and everything, we were just waiting for Chase and his brother to have the same night off to go pick it up so Molly and Mojo have been on chains outside while I'm at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojo is not the same dog now.  The day it happened I sat inside with him while I ate my lunch.  He was on his dog bed, I was on the couch arms length away from him, and he whined the whole time.  He didn't care if I pet him or talked to him, he was just sad.  Then of course, I was sad.  He was inside all day Sunday while our friends and their kids were there and he didn't care if people walked in and out of the house, if the kids laid on him, if the baby pulled his hair, nothing.  He just laid there.  Which is good because we have a baby coming, but sad that his behavior changed because of what happened to Molly.  Chase called me back after I was back at work around 3:30 and he just knew.  I told him Dad had called me on my lunch break and he immediately asked if one of the dogs had been hit.  Then he asked which one, and I told him it was his.  He left work early so he could be home when it was still light outside to bury her.  We took her up to his parents house and buried her along the fence line where Chase's family dog is buried.  I was very sad the whole day.  We had plans to breed Molly again this spring with another purebred lab.  Oh how I would have loved to have puppies again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look back on my older posts to see pictures of Molly.  Still can't believe she won't be running to greet me everyday when I pull in.  She will be missed.  Our Molly Brown.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-6326270417212738254?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/6326270417212738254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=6326270417212738254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6326270417212738254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6326270417212738254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-day_04.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-2261805951512908952</id><published>2010-10-13T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:04:09.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my aching back!</title><content type='html'>My belly is growing and growing, which is in return putting more and more strain on my back.  I am on a work computer right now or I would post a picture of my belly.  Another time i guess.  Monday was a holiday and I was allowed to sleep in and everything, but nope.  7:00am came around and my back was aching no matter how I slept.  I was shoving pillows between my legs, behind my back, under my belly, etc.  Anything to try to relieve the pain until finally I just got up out of bed and was awake for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;Well it happened again this morning.  But this time I had to work the next day and my back woke me up at 4:00am!!!  I have been awake ever since.  Needless to say, today at work I am trying to get them to pass a new rule that we are allowed a designated nap time in the office.  Or let's all close for an hour in the afternoon so I can go snooze.  Nap time in Kindergarten is looking more and more like the best idea I have ever heard. &lt;br /&gt;I have been to the chiropractor about 3 times in the last 2 weeks and I go again tomorrow.  He says my alignment is improving and with the alignment problems I had is not suprised at all that the pain is moving up my back and making it difficult for me to sleep.  I think when I go into Lethbridge for my Doctor's appt on Friday I will be booking a massage.  All I want is someone to just rub my back all day long and never stop.  Chase has rubbed my back for me when he was home, but he leaves for work and isn't around to do it often. &lt;br /&gt;Please oh please back, let me sleep all night long.... Thank you.... love Cammi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-2261805951512908952?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/2261805951512908952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=2261805951512908952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2261805951512908952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2261805951512908952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-my-aching-back.html' title='Oh my aching back!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-8096105533356995539</id><published>2010-09-08T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:24:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tuesday September 7, 2010 we went in for our ultrasound and here are some things that we saw........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIgLvdugBnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zwok0AXE1vg/s1600/Cammi+Baby001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514670653776594546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIgLvdugBnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zwok0AXE1vg/s400/Cammi+Baby001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Love LOVE the profile shots on baby ultrasounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIgLvN3D8RI/AAAAAAAAASs/Q3p4WUwpE0A/s1600/Cammi+Baby002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514670649517535506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIgLvN3D8RI/AAAAAAAAASs/Q3p4WUwpE0A/s400/Cammi+Baby002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby from Head to toes (legs curled up kicking me) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIgLuQnW2mI/AAAAAAAAASk/qOzTkGyN1Ys/s1600/Cammi+Baby003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514670633077103202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIgLuQnW2mI/AAAAAAAAASk/qOzTkGyN1Ys/s400/Cammi+Baby003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our babys little foot.  Love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We found out later in the day from my Doctors Office that we are having a baby &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GIRL!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  Chase was of course hoping for a boy but he is not disappointed.  And to be honest with you, when we found out I could not stop grinning.  I got more and more excited about it every time I thought about it.  Now I can start buying things!!  haha.. Chase will regret we found out now.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm just over 20 weeks along and feeling great!  I LOVE ultrasounds.  Baby would NOT sit still.  She was moving, kicking, punching, and even head banging.  We saw her take some fluid in her mouth, make a motion like she was chewing it and then she swallowed it.  That was the coolest thing!  We laughed at it right outloud.  So cool.  I wish I could have 5 more ultrasounds.  Enjoy the pictures of our baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-8096105533356995539?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/8096105533356995539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=8096105533356995539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8096105533356995539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8096105533356995539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/09/ultrasound-pictures.html' title='Ultrasound Pictures!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIgLvdugBnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zwok0AXE1vg/s72-c/Cammi+Baby001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-8478278224367343052</id><published>2010-09-07T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:33:19.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>We started putting headphones on my belly so baby could listen to music.  :)  What's the first thing we let our baby listen to?!  Well my friends, it was Alicia Keys!  :)  haha..&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to let the baby listen to Classical music but we didn't have any on the computer.  I knew that Alicia Keys played the beginning of the Moonlight Sonata and some others in some of her songs so that was the closest thing we had! &lt;br /&gt;Well after about 6 or 7 Alicia Keys songs Chase decided he wanted our baby to have the Classical stuff so he started downloading a whole bunch of songs for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIZL4CIxd9I/AAAAAAAAASc/ITj7inCskR0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514178219780175826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIZL4CIxd9I/AAAAAAAAASc/ITj7inCskR0/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIZL3mIx0MI/AAAAAAAAASU/_348T4lK2Ek/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514178212264005826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIZL3mIx0MI/AAAAAAAAASU/_348T4lK2Ek/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will have Classical for baby.  Also when baby was listening to music he/she started moving around like crazy!  I had felt it once before but last night it was a lot of movement!  It was crazy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for pics from our Ultrasound!  We get to see our baby today!!  Whoop Whoop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-8478278224367343052?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/8478278224367343052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=8478278224367343052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8478278224367343052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8478278224367343052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TIZL4CIxd9I/AAAAAAAAASc/ITj7inCskR0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5369325240740798440</id><published>2010-08-20T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:53:33.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue posting</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I have posted a blog.  I don't even know what I have been up to.  So here is an update on us.  Chase is still working building and tearing down scaffolds at a gas plant out near Pincher Creek and Waterton.  He usually works 9 or 10 days in a row with 4 days off, but right now he is working a 15 day stretch and then will have the Labor Day weekend off.  I hate long stretches of work when he is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 18 weeks pregnant.  I wish I could say I was further along, I feel like I've been pregnant forever.  A couple weeks after my last post I felt less queasy all the time and only threw up because I would gag on things.  I gag after I brush my teeth and I gag on my own mucous, (totally gross, I try to get my loogies out all day long).  I still gag on those things to this day but I have not thrown up in weeks, almost 3 now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry at lots of commercials, random tv shows, pretty much whenever I see someone else crying on tv or in real life, I cry.  :)  Chase always leans forward when we are watching a movie to see if I am tearing if the movie is at a sad part.  I've gained weight, I have a belly bump.  I have not had any weird cravings, I just like to eat in general and sometimes I forget to eat lunch and then I feel sooooo sick by dinnertime.  I don't know why I forget, but I have a couple times and hunger pains when you are pregnant are intensified by like 20.  Super uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks I will be halfway through the pregnancy!  WHOOP WHOOP!  On Sept 7th we have our ultrasound to find out what we are having (if baby lets us).  Chase is convinced its a boy, lots of other people are convinced its a girl.  I have had no feeling either way as to what baby is.  Some weeks I am telling a story and call the baby a 'she' and the next week its a 'he'.  So who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not felt baby move yet.  I am waiting for that to happen but am not really excited to feel it.  Let me explain.  I get uneasy between doctors visits.  I don't like that I can't feel baby move because I want to know that baby is ok, and when I don't feel the baby I feel nervous that something is wrong.  I LOVED hearing the heartbeat, that was such a relief.  But I have never been a big fan of pregnancy and think its totally weird when babies move around inside peoples bellies.  Gross.  I will feel relieved when I finally feel it, but I hope it doesn't gross me out too much.  I've tried to tell people for years, I wasn't meant to have kids, nothing about being pregnant appeals to me, I'll be happy when baby is finally here, even if I do lose sleep.  Lots of ladies tell me to cherish this time and that they LOVED when they felt their babies move.  I hope I love it, right now the thought of it grosses me right out.  haha... We'll see if that changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can think of for now.  I am going to take some baby belly pics this week so I have some documentation of when I was pregnant.  And when we find out what baby is I will let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-5369325240740798440?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5369325240740798440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5369325240740798440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5369325240740798440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5369325240740798440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/08/overdue-posting.html' title='overdue posting'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-1072976425853095624</id><published>2010-06-21T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:17:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy So Far.....</title><content type='html'>Well today I am 9 weeks and 2 days pregnant and I threw up for the first time so far this pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I found out I was pregnant I was just a couple days 'late'.  Chase knew I was going to be taking a pregnancy test and he leaves for work at 5:30am.  He nudged me asking me to go take it so he could see before he went to work, and I said, 'NO WAY! ITS FIVE AM!'  :)  (nice wife eh?)  I took it when I got up for work.  Chase texted me and asked if I was pregnant, I then sent him a picture of the positive pregnancy test.  He texted me back and says 'I can't read that, I dunno what that means.'  So I then had to explain to him that it was a positive pregnancy test (like I would send it to him if it was negative).  haha but he was really happy after that and said it was the BEST day at work.  He even told some of the guys he worked with right away cuz he knew he couldn't hold it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around my 6 week mark the sickness started.  I never threw up but for a week and a half I felt queasy all day long.  Its been a lot of toast with jam, soda crackers, ginger ale.  I couldn't drink water for the longest time and that was hell because water is the ONLY thing that quenches my thirst.  I don't drink pop, I am only a juice person in the morning if we have it in the fridge.  But since I've been pregnant its been all about the juice, mr freezie popsicles (or Otter Pops for you Americans) and toast.  I do NOT crave meat, the thought of a burger makes me want to throw up.  Maybe thats why I started my vegetarian thing, baby wants this stuff I guess.  I like salad, fruit, and breads.  I have eaten meat in moderation but not a lot thats for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the sickness stopped and I could drink water again!  YAY!  I only started feeling sick in the mornings again just a few days ago but by he afternoon it was gone and I was fine.  Today was weird.  I seem to wake up in the middle of the night at like 4 or 5 for about an hour or two, really quite annoying and I do not appreciate it.  But my sister Sue suggested eating something when I wake up because baby could be waking me up because my stomachs empty and it needs something.  So I get up, have toast or cereal and then try to sleep again.  Well today I woke up around 6:30ish, got some cereal and a banana and tried to go back to sleep.  Well lunch time rolled around and Chase was picking up lunch for me so I was waiting for it, but my stomach started hurting so I decided to have a banana to tie me over.  Apparently that was a bad idea.  Banana and juice on an empty stomach = the first throw up of my pregnancy.  Chase was standing in the kitchen and our back door was part way open.  He said the dogs were looking in wondering what was going on.  I walked out of the bathroom and Chase goes, 'The dogs thought there was an Exorcism going on in there!!!!'  I laughed so hard.  I really am a loud barfer and I can't help it.  But the look on Chase's face and the sound of his voice was priceless!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I can't complain too much if  have only thrown up once.  It still hasn't hit me that there's a baby in there.  Mostly the queasiness was just annoying. :)  Chase just got done massaging my feet for me though, not because they are swollen or anything, but just cuz I asked and he did.  He's the best. &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next chapter.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-1072976425853095624?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/1072976425853095624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=1072976425853095624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1072976425853095624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1072976425853095624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/06/pregnancy-so-far.html' title='Pregnancy So Far.....'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3946357616613777554</id><published>2010-06-14T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:45:33.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first one told me the news.... the second one confirmed it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BABY BEVANS COMING IN JANUARY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TBbajCxPIRI/AAAAAAAAASE/M9X9nPzeaGQ/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482809891943817490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TBbajCxPIRI/AAAAAAAAASE/M9X9nPzeaGQ/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TBbai8zr71I/AAAAAAAAAR8/vOUpwSSRXso/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482809890343481170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TBbai8zr71I/AAAAAAAAAR8/vOUpwSSRXso/s400/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, (for all that know my husband) he is ecstatic!  As for me, I am still in shock, hasn't hit me yet.  But that's normal right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, send me some cute baby names!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3946357616613777554?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3946357616613777554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3946357616613777554' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3946357616613777554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3946357616613777554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/06/positive.html' title='Positive'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/TBbajCxPIRI/AAAAAAAAASE/M9X9nPzeaGQ/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4606672008351161329</id><published>2010-05-10T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:06:32.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarian?</title><content type='html'>Today is Day 1 of me seeing what its like to not eat meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I wanted to try it out because my body has been craving fruits, and salad a lot lately.  So I figured I should take that as a sign and just see what its like.  I asked Leslie and my friend Micah for any recipes they knew of or web sites to get new vegetarian recipes.  Today is the perfect day to start because Chase leaves for 10 days at a time and I won't have to cook 2 meals everyday.  I can just make my meal and not be tempted with what I am cooking him for dinner.  We went grocery shopping to stock up on food for Chase to take to his hotel and we bought a lot of stuff for me to try too!!  I went to this store called &lt;a href="http://www.nutters.com/"&gt;Nutter's Natural Foods&lt;/a&gt; and bought tofu, vegetaran burgers, spinach salad, fruit, refried beans, eggs, and I found these prepackaged lunches (kind of like lean cuisine meals) that are teriyaki veggies and tofu over rice.  I make stirfrys fairly often and decided I would try to add a little tofu to mine instead of chicken and see how I like it.  If I don't like tofu I can just make my stirfrys without tofu and just the veggies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to cut out eggs and milk and cheese or anything like that.  And I don't think I would be able to go vegetarian forever, but I am excited to try it out!  I also decided that I wanted to cut down on my snacking, so today when I cut out meat I am also cutting out chips.  I know I am going to want to snack so I bought rice cakes and rice works chips so I could have a substitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck and if anyone has any recipes that they have tried send them my way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One here I come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4606672008351161329?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4606672008351161329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4606672008351161329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4606672008351161329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4606672008351161329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/05/vegetarian.html' title='Vegetarian?'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4801731456317895997</id><published>2010-05-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:28:18.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good and the bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the last week and a half:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chase started a new job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Found out he can't come home every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Molly is in heat again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Send Mojo to stay with Brother in Law for the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep clean my house, find leak under kitchen sink and mold on towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;plumber to come this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found out that leak drips onto our washing machine downstairs; towels on top of it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Since Mojo has been gone Molly has developed a howling noise; awesome at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judy told me my tax return check came in today! Chase's should be here this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Need to pay Nikki for washer and Dryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make appointment tomorrow to get Mojo fixes ASAP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chase home Wednesday night for days off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday party this weekend, baby shower on saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we both get paid on friday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need to pay serious credit card payments among other things... ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Husband home to help in T-minus 2 days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4801731456317895997?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4801731456317895997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4801731456317895997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4801731456317895997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4801731456317895997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-and-bad.html' title='The good and the bad'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-933865592002180383</id><published>2010-04-30T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:57:08.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase's Job</title><content type='html'>Well Chase has started working again.  He finished up his crusher job in December, put out resumes and made phone calls for the last couple months trying to land something in a new field.  Plumbing.  He wants to get on and apprentice with someone so he can learn and work at the same time.  I didn't mind him taking months off, after his last job he deserved it.  And plus he was gone ALL the time with his last job so I loved having him home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, none of the plumbing jobs bit.  He got a job back out at the Waterton Shell Plant working as a Scaffolder.  Which is a drive everyday but he has lots of friends who go out and even 2 of his brothers work out that way so he car pools and it works out.  A job where my husband can be home every night again?  YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 2 days in, the 'YAY' stopped quickly.  Chase does NOT get to come home every night as originally thought by both of us.  They told him that he had to stay at a hotel in Pincher Creek (nearest town) and get shuttled into work with all the other guys.  He would be MAYBE allowed to go home about 3 times in his 10 day shift.  He works 10 days on, 4 days off.  He was not happy about this news and knew I wouldn't be either.  :(  Glad he's working, sad I won't see him every night.  He is still talking with one plumbing company and if they tell him they will hire him he would take it in a second.  It would be a decrease in pay compared to the job he has just started.  But really he hasn't been working for 3-4 months so any pay will be more then what we've been getting!  Plus, I like having him home.  I kinda like him....  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the scoop.   Yay for work, Boo for being gone again.   Just me and the dogs at home again.  Oh and p.s.....................................  Molly is in heat again......................... last time I was watching the dogs alone while Chase was gone to work, Molly got knocked up.  I have been VERY set on keeping them separated, even if they bark at me and get mad.  We do NOT need mutt puppies again!!  Mojo's ummmm.. 'stuff' will be snipped as soon as our taxes come in.  Hopefully next week!!!!  Pray for no puppies please.... I appreciate it..   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-933865592002180383?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/933865592002180383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=933865592002180383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/933865592002180383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/933865592002180383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/04/chases-job.html' title='Chase&apos;s Job'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4967670942562897507</id><published>2010-04-11T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:06:06.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>Chase and I try to go on a date night once a week if we have the money too and if we don't have any other prior engagements.  We usually go out on fridays and at least go to dinner, maybe a movie, or else we go to dinner, go rent or buy some movies and come home and watch them together.  Well last Friday Chase was running some errands and I was getting ready to go out on our date.  When he walked in the door he had White roses for me!  :)   Chase is the first guy to give me flowers since I was in High School and I've had relationships pretty much every year since then, but no flowers or surprises; so when he gets me flowers I LOVE IT and I'm SO surprised because it has not happened often for me in the past.  These flowers mark the third or fourth bouquet I have gotten from him since we have been together.  :)  I loved them, and I love him..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S8I4jCI8xRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D0Nqrbzmx8A/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987872847447314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S8I4jCI8xRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D0Nqrbzmx8A/s400/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S8I4itNcbxI/AAAAAAAAARs/ah28aJJ7K34/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987867229155090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S8I4itNcbxI/AAAAAAAAARs/ah28aJJ7K34/s400/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the flowers babe, I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4967670942562897507?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4967670942562897507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4967670942562897507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4967670942562897507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4967670942562897507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S8I4jCI8xRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/D0Nqrbzmx8A/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-182506528724866140</id><published>2010-03-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:32:54.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>No more puppies.   All gone.  5 sold and 3 we took to a No Kill Shelter that I did some research on.  Everytime I took them to their new families or their new families came to pick them up, I didn't cry at all.  I have been talking to these people for 2 months.  They came by to see them in my home or sent me picks of their family and kids so I would know who they were going to and it was actually exciting!  But when we took the 3 to a shelter, I lost it on the way out.  It was just tears at first and we had one puppy with us in the truck because she was going to her family the next day.  But as we kept driving the tears came more and more.  I hate not knowing where they are going, or how long it will be until they go.  But there were no puppies in the shelter and Chase assured me it was because puppies go first and they go fast.  They are cute and people snatch them right up.  So I hope they go somewhere good and fast.  :( &lt;br /&gt;I then told Chase that maybe we shouldn't breed Molly again, because if they don't sell, thats a tough thing to do.  If we did breed her again we would breed her with a pure bred Chocolate lab like she is not with MoJo. &lt;br /&gt;We will see.... but as for now, no more puppies.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-182506528724866140?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/182506528724866140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=182506528724866140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/182506528724866140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/182506528724866140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-1956467621446752475</id><published>2010-03-10T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:40:54.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job/New Routine</title><content type='html'>Well I am a little behind on this post because I have been at my new job since February 16th. &lt;br /&gt;In January I replied to an ad in the paper for an Inventory Clerk for Varsteel Ltd.  I was desperate, I needed a job!  Well I never heard back so I asked my friend Shannon(who works at Boston Pizza) if they had any openings.  They did and I got hired on that week and started hostessing and serving for Boston Pizza.  Well my FIRST serving shift, I have this message on my phone from Varsteel telling me that the Inventory Clerk position got filled internally but that there was an Office Administrator position open that they thought I would be perfect for. &lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES THAT ALWAYS HAPPEN!?!?  Don't get me wrong I am so appreciative of the phone call because serving is not my dream profession, but bad timing on their part.  I had just started a new job, JUST started!  Well I couldn't pass up the opportunity so I went in for an interview and met with them.  They were so cool and the interview was very chill and I just chatted with them about my duties in past jobs and they didn't ask any hard questions or anything.  They told me they had a couple more people to interview and then they would let all the candidates know by the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that night I'm eating dinner not long after 5 o'clock and my phone rings.  It was Varsteel!  She told me that I had a very successful interview and they would like to offer me the position!!  OH MAN!!!  Well I took it!  Its salary and its Mon-Fri, 8:ooam - 5:00pm and I will be doing things in this office that apply to what I went to school for.   So I finished out my shifts at Boston Pizza and I started there as soon as I could! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been here about 3 weeks now and its been going great!  There has been a lot of catching up before I got to learn my actual duties because the girl in my position before me was Very far behind.  So I filed everything away, made new files and got everything in place.  Now I have learned the invoice posting and will soon be learning more receivables and all about their check runs!  Its a wonderful thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now a days my routine is something like this everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up at 7:15am to get ready for work and be there by 8:00am&lt;br /&gt;- 2:00pm I take all the bank deposits out for the branch and then go on a late lunch(which I LOVE!)&lt;br /&gt;- get back to work about 3:30 and work until 5:00pm&lt;br /&gt;- Go home and go running with Chase around Nicolas Sheron Park (unless its wednesday, then i get ready for Volleyball night)&lt;br /&gt;- Make Dinner and watch my shows until I shower and go to bed about 10:00pm ish depending on how late my show goes or how tired I am. &lt;br /&gt;I dont even have to feed the dogs or clean up their poop anymore!!  Chase does it all now that I am working!!  I mean I still have to clean the rest of the house, but I'm okay with that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Job, New Routine = Lovin' it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-1956467621446752475?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/1956467621446752475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=1956467621446752475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1956467621446752475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1956467621446752475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-jobnew-routine.html' title='New Job/New Routine'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4607055479088464987</id><published>2010-02-28T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:09:17.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cherry on Top</title><content type='html'>Well today was the last day of the Olympics. And personally, I am going to miss them. Summer or Winter, I could sit there and watch the Olympics all day. I wish that we didn't have to go back to NHL or different teams and just compete as countries. I love that everyone gets behind their athletes and they all unite. No Flames fan vs. Edmonton fans, or Rangers vs. The Red Wings. Everyone cheering for their own country and its awesome! Today in the final event of the Olympics the Canadian mens Hockey team took on the mens team from the USA. These 2 teams met on US soil in Salt Lake City in 2002 and they had already met once in these Olympics and Canada had fallen on their own soil to the US. In Salt Lake City Canada women's and mens hockey teams beat the US in the Gold Medal Games. I remember watching with my family, I was in 10th grade and we cheered so loud my throat hurt the next day. Earlier in the games when the US took on Canada we went back to the same place we had watched before at my parents house with the family and again, we screamed and cheered and yelled so much and so loud my throat was sore. But the Canadian team fell to the US 5-3. Canada had to win every single game they played from their on out to even have a shot at the Gold Medal Game on their home soil. Germany first - win....... Russia next - win........... Then Slovakia - win...............&lt;br /&gt;All of these leading up to the Gold Medal Game.&lt;br /&gt;Stats in these Olympics said that in 26 out of 29 games the team that scored first ended up winning. The whole first period was scoreless. And in the second period Toews from the Canadian team got a rebounded shot and put it back in to score the first goal of the game against the almost always unstoppable US goalie Ryan Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT REALLY WAS SUCH A GOOD GAME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5OqJ_nGI/AAAAAAAAARk/sB94PfTdvOw/s1600-h/canada4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443507498604534882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5OqJ_nGI/AAAAAAAAARk/sB94PfTdvOw/s400/canada4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5OYjBCvI/AAAAAAAAARc/GxF8nzl2Cv0/s1600-h/Canada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443507493877648114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5OYjBCvI/AAAAAAAAARc/GxF8nzl2Cv0/s400/Canada1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5NnbHP8I/AAAAAAAAARU/UAy88i_o7pM/s1600-h/Canada3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443507480691163074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5NnbHP8I/AAAAAAAAARU/UAy88i_o7pM/s400/Canada3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That sign sums it up perfectly especially on this day. Because as the stats suggested, Canada scored the first goal and Canada ended up winning the GOLD MEDAL with a score of 3-2 in Overtime!!! The Canadian women also beat the US earlier in the week for the Gold with a shut out of 2-0! Hockey is Canada's Game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5NRvcomI/AAAAAAAAARM/QlyktrOeHRk/s1600-h/Canada2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443507474870870626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5NRvcomI/AAAAAAAAARM/QlyktrOeHRk/s400/Canada2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada came in 3rd in overall medal standings behind the US and Germany. But, in these Olympic Games Canada set a record for the most gold medals won by a single team in the Winter Olympics. The old record was 13, which we had going into the final hockey game. We broke that record by getting gold medal #14 with the Hockey win! Days like today remind me how proud I am to be Canadian!! And yes I am half American, but they made it all the way to the gold medal game in mens and womens hockey and won the most overall medals so they should be very proud!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to miss watching the Canadians take on the other countries and the die hard fans in Vancouver. GO CANADA GO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4607055479088464987?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4607055479088464987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4607055479088464987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4607055479088464987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4607055479088464987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/02/cherry-on-top.html' title='The Cherry on Top'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4s5OqJ_nGI/AAAAAAAAARk/sB94PfTdvOw/s72-c/canada4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-2936853591150611526</id><published>2010-02-22T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:12:10.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what bath time looks like at our house for the last week and a half..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4tfZdX4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VYiVXD7Cn3s/s1600-h/7weekbath7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255128967241602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4tfZdX4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VYiVXD7Cn3s/s400/7weekbath7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4s7GK8PI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6T6pmw0wf7s/s1600-h/7weekbath6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255119222665458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4s7GK8PI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6T6pmw0wf7s/s400/7weekbath6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4sSqGkdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8Ps89r3beWo/s1600-h/7weekbath3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255108367520210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4sSqGkdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8Ps89r3beWo/s400/7weekbath3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4rdyTNQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HZhtipC1GWA/s1600-h/7weekbath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255094174823682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4rdyTNQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HZhtipC1GWA/s400/7weekbath.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put all 8 of them in the first time just to rinse them off because they all stepped in some poop and they stunk.  Then the next day I bathed them all 2 at a time with puppy shampoo.  They are all nice and clean now.  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next picture is what happens when we leave the bathroom door open......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4q8gj1DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YF7Zg7Ho5O4/s1600-h/7+weeks+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441255085242045490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4q8gj1DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YF7Zg7Ho5O4/s400/7+weeks+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for something to get into.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-2936853591150611526?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/2936853591150611526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=2936853591150611526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2936853591150611526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2936853591150611526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/02/bath-time.html' title='Bath time...'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S4M4tfZdX4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VYiVXD7Cn3s/s72-c/7weekbath7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-7305103169603149663</id><published>2010-02-09T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:23:25.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Joni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Positive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;relaxed,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just some words that describe this unique creature you see in the pictures below. Check them out...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S3IfnP-zNiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LoASHQ94O4w/s1600-h/Desktop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436442459354904098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S3IfnP-zNiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LoASHQ94O4w/s400/Desktop1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I lucked out in the sister department. Joni is the closest to me in age, and we didnt always agree on things (and still dont sometimes) but it would be boring if we always did. As you can see from the pictures Joni doesn't do things as conventionally as everyone else. She always adds her own spin, her own flavor, and in the end makes it more fun! She can make me laugh by just saying or doing something random. She listens when I talk to her about serious stuff and knows how to be silly with me when the time is right. Plus, she has awesome dance moves. ;) She doesn't care what anyone thinks about what she's doing, she just does it! She does what is right for her and I admire that about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S3IfmQK_ldI/AAAAAAAAAPs/55bSUts-Xtg/s1600-h/Desktop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436442442226177490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S3IfmQK_ldI/AAAAAAAAAPs/55bSUts-Xtg/s400/Desktop2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just some fun times that Joni and I have shared. What more does a girl need? She's the best! Love Ya Bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Cammi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S3IfHN7NMqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5ZrtGkOb6Jg/s1600-h/Desktop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S3IfGTLETrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tNTvrjtFE60/s1600-h/Desktop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-7305103169603149663?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/7305103169603149663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=7305103169603149663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7305103169603149663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7305103169603149663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-joni.html' title='Just Joni'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S3IfnP-zNiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LoASHQ94O4w/s72-c/Desktop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5454321995474696211</id><published>2010-02-07T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:19:33.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieces and nephews</title><content type='html'>Here is a collage of some people I LOVE more than anything.  I do not live near them and only get to see them once or twice a year, if that.  I miss them all the time and sometimes I ache I miss them so bad.  I used to live around some of them when I was younger, but then I only had about 5 or 6, and I got to watch them grow, watch them go to their first days of school and play with them.  Now, I have 11, and I do not get to see them as often as I would like.  Now a days I communicate with them through Skype, pictures, reading stories, and talking to them on the phone.  I hope they all know how much I love and miss them.  They are the greatest 11 kids I know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2-sGEVXceI/AAAAAAAAAPU/E2be0Jbadg4/s1600-h/Christmas+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435752495502029282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2-sGEVXceI/AAAAAAAAAPU/E2be0Jbadg4/s400/Christmas+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love Aunt Cammi    :)&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/1272320275363827565-5454321995474696211?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5454321995474696211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5454321995474696211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5454321995474696211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5454321995474696211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/02/nieces-and-nephews.html' title='Nieces and nephews'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2-sGEVXceI/AAAAAAAAAPU/E2be0Jbadg4/s72-c/Christmas+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-135249649998181192</id><published>2010-02-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:04:24.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>I have had many new faces of my blog page lately trying to figure out how to work some of the templates and put my own spin on it.  Thanks to Leslie I made my new collage with Picasa!  I love it!!  There will probably be lots of collages to come.  :)  I need to get used to Picasa though and all of the things you can do because there are so many!!  Any suggestions would help a lot, sometimes I get so frustrated with blogging and I call Leslie a lot!  So thanks Leslie for helping me and I think I will stick with this page for a while now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end..  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-135249649998181192?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/135249649998181192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=135249649998181192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/135249649998181192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/135249649998181192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3689261703080300203</id><published>2010-02-01T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:52:20.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Challenge 2010</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day of Weight Loss Challenge 2010 between a group of us up here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop, we weighed in and took our measurements yesterday and gave them to the one girl who is keeping track of everyones for us.  Now we have 2 months, 2 months to work our little butts off, get motivated, and eat better and then we will weigh in again April 1, 2010 and see what the difference is!!!  There is also a $30.00 buy in for each girl and then on April 1st whoever has lost the most pounds and inches wins the pot!  And if one person loses the most pounds and if a different person loses the most inches, then they will split the pot.  I figure if I am working out anyways, why not buy in for a chance to win the whole pot!!!!   Every 2 weeks we have given everyone little mini challenges as well to keep them motivated.  The first challenge from today to the 14th is to try and drink 10 glasses of water a day.  The next 2 weeks will probably be to do X amount of sit ups everyday.  We will do something like that every two weeks and we have a group page on facebook that we can all chat on and talk about our progress or set backs and ask questions!  I'm really excited with the group of people that have gotten involved.  Maybe try to do the same thing with a group from your area and if you don't want to do a buy in then just have a starting weigh in and then pick a date for your final weigh in and all of you get together to share your progress and have a little celebratory party, whatever gets people motivated!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I need information.  What are some other good mini challenges we could do?  What are you favorite work outs?  I have been working out everyday but its the diet that I have the problem sticking with, what do you eat when you are dieting?  What has worked for you in the past!?  Any advice or feedback you have would be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;SEND THOUGHTS MY WAY OF WEIGHT LOSS!!!!   YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3689261703080300203?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3689261703080300203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3689261703080300203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3689261703080300203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3689261703080300203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/02/weight-loss-challenge-2010.html' title='Weight Loss Challenge 2010'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-3489651551125073478</id><published>2010-01-31T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:50:18.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 4 Left.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGSvpNAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nju6cL5ownI/s1600-h/blackpup10-1mth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433036919565778946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGSvpNAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nju6cL5ownI/s400/blackpup10-1mth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at these little faces...&lt;br /&gt;Don't they just break your heart?!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGSFxxv8I/AAAAAAAAALI/7aNmQO7ocp4/s1600-h/blackpup5-1mth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 334px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433036908327452610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGSFxxv8I/AAAAAAAAALI/7aNmQO7ocp4/s400/blackpup5-1mth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the last 4 puppies that we have left for sale. 2 males and 2 females. A bigger one and a little one of each gender. The one on the very right is the biggest, he's a male and he looks just like our male(their dad). Black, male, big, and white patch on chest. The next one over is a male as well, he is the runt, all black and SO CUTE!! The second one from the left is the Big female, all black and so fun to play with! The one on the very left is the little female and she is also our favorite one. You can hold her and pick her up all the time and play with her and she NEVER whines!! They are all dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGRZNPhsI/AAAAAAAAALA/hoiciikHBx4/s1600-h/blackpup2-1mth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 307px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433036896363054786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGRZNPhsI/AAAAAAAAALA/hoiciikHBx4/s400/blackpup2-1mth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mini MoJo(our male). He's a tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433036885099509602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGQvPzd2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/m_kZOX4Ld_U/s400/blackpup3-1mth.JPG" /&gt;We still have all the other puppies of course because they are not old enough to go to their new homes yet but there 4 are the ones that we have not received deposits on. Believe me if I could I would keep them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGQA99KzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qi_jAlQWCKQ/s1600-h/1month-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433036872676617010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGQA99KzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qi_jAlQWCKQ/s400/1month-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you just want one?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their faces break my heart.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-3489651551125073478?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/3489651551125073478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=3489651551125073478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3489651551125073478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/3489651551125073478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-4-left.html' title='Only 4 Left.........'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S2YGSvpNAAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nju6cL5ownI/s72-c/blackpup10-1mth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-9222779987534666724</id><published>2010-01-28T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:35:24.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Routine......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't have a job right now, I DESPERATELY need one. Until one of the places I took my resume bites this is my routine........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Wake up around 10:00am&lt;br /&gt;- Have breakfast, check my email, facebook, blog, bank account, Kijiji Ad for puppies, and my Youtube video.&lt;br /&gt;- Let MoJo out of his kennel, feed him and Molly, and let them play outside.&lt;br /&gt;- Go downstairs and clean up Molly's potty pads from the night before and play with puppies.&lt;br /&gt;- Chat with Joni on facebook and play games.&lt;br /&gt;- When Noon comes around Ellen is on, so I work out on my eliptical while I watch her. I also use arm weights and do sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;- 1:00pm I am finishing up my work out and reruns of Desperate Housewives is on tv, so I watch that.&lt;br /&gt;- When thats over I have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;- When lunch is over I do dishes, sweep my kitchen, and straighten up my house.&lt;br /&gt;- At 3:00pm I always check to see what Oprah is about, if its interesting I watch it, if not I shower.(if its the day I shower... its only every other day... :)....)&lt;br /&gt;- Then Chase and I just bum, watch tv and play with the pups.&lt;br /&gt;- After we bum I make dinner and unless a friend has called us to go over and play cards, we just spend the nights at home watching tv shows and playing games on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Hard life eh!? Now, as much as I LOVE that my routine has working out in it and I have been sticking to it, I do NOT love wasting half the day playing games, and watcing tv. I need a job! I've emailed resumes, handed them out, and even went to places that were not even advertising to give them my resume just in case!!! I was actually trying to break my routine so hard today I work out again by doing a work out video. I'm glad I did, but am going to go crazy soon.... HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-9222779987534666724?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/9222779987534666724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=9222779987534666724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/9222779987534666724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/9222779987534666724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-routine.html' title='My Routine......'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5329766864123860113</id><published>2010-01-22T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:57:19.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosted part 2</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation of my previous blog.  If you are wondering why I am putting all these pics up just go read the log before this.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oel1fjpbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/quab2tTqXFQ/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429685936111986098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oel1fjpbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/quab2tTqXFQ/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oelUJyUUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4dGdOtSWCsQ/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429685927162302786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oelUJyUUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4dGdOtSWCsQ/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oek9DnLTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IEPujKzolWY/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429685920962391346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oek9DnLTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IEPujKzolWY/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oekAqTrOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9Q06WGIRZfU/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429685904750128354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oekAqTrOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9Q06WGIRZfU/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oejn23mnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SDhewW7GX98/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429685898091928178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oejn23mnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SDhewW7GX98/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oduUeCO2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/--aeQxJrTw4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684982354426722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oduUeCO2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/--aeQxJrTw4/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oduH9TIII/AAAAAAAAAJg/4mF0F9ziBnk/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684978995896450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oduH9TIII/AAAAAAAAAJg/4mF0F9ziBnk/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odtfoWgtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IsV5PJO7byM/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684968170619602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odtfoWgtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IsV5PJO7byM/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1ods1qgWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lN8Tbrf4Wnw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684956905363890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1ods1qgWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lN8Tbrf4Wnw/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odI1tJBII/AAAAAAAAAJA/ytxkYdRm_L4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684338441127042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odI1tJBII/AAAAAAAAAJA/ytxkYdRm_L4/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odIZYtN0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/UjSDUsXh1fo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684330839226178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odIZYtN0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/UjSDUsXh1fo/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odH2wNdII/AAAAAAAAAIw/7KzGIV-Yze4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684321542567042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odH2wNdII/AAAAAAAAAIw/7KzGIV-Yze4/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odHVmCHOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8Yo2C67-YHc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684312641510626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odHVmCHOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8Yo2C67-YHc/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odGjdkFVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2kYtgLkN1xs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429684299184215378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1odGjdkFVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2kYtgLkN1xs/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous isn't it?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1272320275363827565-5329766864123860113?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5329766864123860113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5329766864123860113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5329766864123860113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5329766864123860113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/01/frosted-part-2.html' title='Frosted part 2'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1oel1fjpbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/quab2tTqXFQ/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-6485976723137599681</id><published>2010-01-21T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:24:05.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosted</title><content type='html'>Now, there are not a lot of things I enjoy about the cold weather. Not a lot at all. 'Why does she live in Canada?' you might be asking yourself. Well, I ask myself that question a lot too. Good friends, good atmosphere, family, but also cold weather. I am more of a sunny weather-lay out and tan-kind of gal. I like beaches, the ocean, snorkeling, tanning, building sand castles, and playing in the waves. But on this particular day, I don't mind the cold because one of my favorite things happened. Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJG7RBlMI/AAAAAAAAAII/WaPYH3AKK8M/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429380840364807362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJG7RBlMI/AAAAAAAAAII/WaPYH3AKK8M/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS!!!! &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THIS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I love when its just cold enough to frost, and that frost reaches to every single little branch on huge trees like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJGYYHQGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nPtnhGuMVN8/s1600-h/55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429380830999298146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJGYYHQGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nPtnhGuMVN8/s400/55.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; No branch is left out, no little tiny guy, or huge big branch. Nope, they are all the same. Frost to the very tips of all of them. And I think its gorgeous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJF1qT0II/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZRFWm0l45oU/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429380821680377986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJF1qT0II/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZRFWm0l45oU/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJFZjd-_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/K3oIoQYX2ys/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429380814135491570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJFZjd-_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/K3oIoQYX2ys/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; On days like these I wish Chase would just drive me around and let me stare out the window so I could see all the trees in the whole city while they are like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJE4H21XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5Q2hTXeOFFg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429380805161309554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJE4H21XI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5Q2hTXeOFFg/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that the pictures are at night. It looks even more glorious during the day. I had every intentions on taking pictures right when we got back from errands but got busy and forgot. I hope these paint a good enough picture for you. Now, if only it could be warm and still look like this. That would be bliss........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1272320275363827565-6485976723137599681?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/6485976723137599681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=6485976723137599681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6485976723137599681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6485976723137599681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/01/frosted.html' title='Frosted'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S1kJG7RBlMI/AAAAAAAAAII/WaPYH3AKK8M/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-6952628885685436739</id><published>2010-01-08T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:52:49.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houseful....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4Qmd8ZLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zo1qp4hyLeE/s1600-h/100_6579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424436502790431922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4Qmd8ZLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zo1qp4hyLeE/s400/100_6579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello everyone and sorry for not writing for so long.  This cute little face you see above is MoJo.  We got MoJo from my Aunt Michelle and Uncle Roman and their family in Idaho.  I brought him home with me on the plane when I flew back last February.  That is what he looked like at the time.  I fell in LOVE with that little face.  He is not a purebred anything, but dang he is cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4QPD6mtI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wpbenRBaPUs/s1600-h/100_6575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424436496507247314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4QPD6mtI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wpbenRBaPUs/s400/100_6575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so little but big at the same time!  This is right after I brought him home and he was 2 months old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4PmngtrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eV8u5kIAyec/s1600-h/100_5306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424436485650691762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4PmngtrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eV8u5kIAyec/s400/100_5306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our other dog Molly.  Chase got Molly when we were dating for free!  She is a purebred Chocolate Lab and he got her for free because the owners house got broken into and the Mom got injured or killed or something like that and they needed to find these puppies a home.  The picture above is when she was about 3 or 4 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4PCwOKvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UpQcfB8fwOg/s1600-h/100_6274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424436476023548658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4PCwOKvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UpQcfB8fwOg/s400/100_6274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giving Molly a bath.  Her and Mo both try to find a sneaky way to climb out while I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4Oh-SQkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fkb9wn43nZk/s1600-h/100_6435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424436467224166978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4Oh-SQkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fkb9wn43nZk/s400/100_6435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day at our old house we looked outside to find Molly all bunched up asleep on this chair.  I guess the towels I put in her house were wet and she wanted to be up off the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3jMeO-mI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oknkTiqUYBs/s1600-h/100_6662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424435722718214754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3jMeO-mI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oknkTiqUYBs/s400/100_6662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when Mo was just a little bit older, maybe 3 and half months.  Molly would have been 7-8 months old here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3iu3L3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qCLDJq21-Zk/s1600-h/100_6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424435714769804690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3iu3L3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qCLDJq21-Zk/s400/100_6661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3idr3pnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4af5As40L1Q/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424435710158939762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3idr3pnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4af5As40L1Q/s400/164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well this is MoJo now!!  When he was six months old he surpassed Molly in size even though she is 6 months older than he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3h9mZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JLvWS_Lb_yU/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424435701546082962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3h9mZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JLvWS_Lb_yU/s400/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is pretty Molly full grown, laying inside watchin tv with me one night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3hWpYXiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XDzpDe0H2Vg/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424435691089583650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d3hWpYXiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XDzpDe0H2Vg/s400/166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are, our two pooches.  Well, one time when Molly was in heat my efforts to keep them apart failed.  I tied them up in opposite corners of the yard and kept them in their kennel in tight quarters often.  One night I put them out to pee.  Closed the door, got a drink, and heard some yelping, only to open the door to find that they had done it, ya know, 'IT'.  And as a result on December 31, 2009 we got these..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2j1uoneI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ha_QuB2w8nA/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424434634281229794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2j1uoneI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ha_QuB2w8nA/s400/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But not just this one little guy, nope.  We got 8 of them!!!  Molly actually had 10 but 2 didn't make it.  We would have had 10!!!!  NUTSO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2jbPpYvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AMxusK8UOqI/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424434627171934962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2jbPpYvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AMxusK8UOqI/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are, all 8 of them.  4 black, 3 grey and 1 with brown in her.  You can see the one with brown in her laying next to the grey one in the picture above.  She is the only one with brown, the rest are grey and jet black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2i57h5kI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7IJamm-wPOU/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424434618229188162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2i57h5kI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7IJamm-wPOU/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are pretty sure we have a split, 4 girls, 4 boys.  We counted once when they were only a couple of days old and hold them from time to time, but haven't gone back to do a double check and have just let Mommy and puppies do their thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2iSNY0NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kfabeHVTHHI/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424434607566672082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2iSNY0NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kfabeHVTHHI/s400/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2hxdVUSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bKFyUmApfbM/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424434598775181602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d2hxdVUSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bKFyUmApfbM/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning of December 31, 2009, 6:15am (my alarm for work does not go off until 6:45am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MoJo starts barking.  I am barelling down the stairs with every intention to yell at him and hit him on the nose.  I take the first two steps down the stairs and hear this little whimper.  Then I bend down and see this little figure.  I run halfway back up the stairs and yell, 'BABE!  PUPPIES!!!'  Chase's reaction (half asleep) 'Ah crap, she's having her puppies!?'  I let Mo out of the kennel and send him upstairs to Chase so he can put him outside and feed him.  By the time Chase was done that and came downstairs Molly had 2 puppies.  We sat with her for a while and she was taking a break.  We knew more puppies were coming because of the size of her belly, but she was not ready to push the rest out yet.  I had to get ready for work, so I did that while Chase sat with Molly.  When I left for work there was still only 2.  An hour or two later I get a phone call, there are 4, she had 5 but one didn't make it.  Four is good, I thought, I can handle four.  He kept me updated all day but still only 4.  Well, an hour before I was going to leave work to come home, Chase calls, we have 7 puppies!!!  She had 9 and another one hadn't made it.  :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEVEN!!   I get home and I wanted to see them so we go downstairs, they are laying in the bed we had just thrown together that morning and Chase was taking them out one by one and counting them.  He grabs the 7th one, Molly gets out of the bed, we are rearranging the towel and low and behold there is a puppy hidden in it!!!  EIGHT PUPPIES!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its true, we have 8.  Mommy is doing well, I'm trying to keep up with her eating so she can feed all those puppies plus keep some meat on her bones but she is skinny and will probably be for a while.  Dad can't go anywhere near them without getting a lashing from Molly.  So Mo only see's them when we put Molly outside and bring a couple upstairs to hold and let him sniff them out.  He doesn't really care about them anyways.  They are 8 days old today and getting bigger.  I don't know what i'm gonig to do with myself when they find out they can bark and yelp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me.   And if anyone wants to buy a dog, I have 8!!!  &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/1272320275363827565-6952628885685436739?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/6952628885685436739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=6952628885685436739' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6952628885685436739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6952628885685436739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2010/01/houseful.html' title='Houseful....'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/S0d4Qmd8ZLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zo1qp4hyLeE/s72-c/100_6579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-1511075875426523417</id><published>2009-12-04T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:21:47.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning at 5:53am, my best friend Mandy had a baby girl. I got to be with her through all the contractions at home, one trip to the hospital to get checked, sent home, up all night with bad contractions, and then back to the hospital for the live show! This is how my last couple days has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday night I could not fall into a deep sleep for the life of me. Up every 2 hours, tossing an turning, it was awful. Well my alarm goes off for work at about 6:45am but I was wide awake at 6:00am! At 6:30 I received a text from Mandy telling me that she has been having contrations since 2:45am that are about 6 mins apart. Nothing major yet, so her Mom and I met up and drove the 2 hours to her house to be with her. We stayed with her when we got there, timing her contractions, how long they were and times inbetween. Then, about 11:30am Mandy, Matt (her husband) and I went to the hospital while Mandy's Mom stayed behind with Mandy's other little boy, Dominik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the hospital we checked in, got in a room and Mandy got checked out. She was only 50% thinned on her cervix and 2cm!!! Well they won't let us stay unless she is 3 or 4! So back home we went. The drive between her house is about 20 mins, not bad in the grand scheme of things, but news was telling us that Friday a huge snow storm warning was in effect for our area, so we wanted baby to come out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, Mandy felt fine. No more contractions. We walked, ate spicy food, drank castor oil, (and when I say 'we' I mean Mandy) and even told her husband to work his magic. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTHING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well about 7:00 that night Mandy's Mom decides maybe she will take Dominik home with her, then if Mandy goes into labor that night she doesn't have to worry about him and if she doesn't her Mom could go to work the next day. At this time Mandy was feeling fine so she wasn't too concerned about her having the baby too soon. I wanted to stay, Mandy had asked me to be in the room with her and Matt and I didn't want to take the risk of missing anything. Matt, Mandy and I stayed up. Matt and I watched Mandy walk around the circle of their house over and over while I timed contractions on Matts watch. The contractions started to come back around 9:30 and they were more intense but very sparatic. One time it was 2 mins, next it was 4, then 6, then 5, then 6 for a long time, then 2!! AAAAHHHHH! So I rubbed her ankles for a while and she was pooped so she went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to sleep, honest I did, but I could not. I watched a movie, and when it was over I heard Mandy drawing a bath. I asked her if she needed anything, she said she was just trying to ease the pain. I started another movie at about 1:15am dozed off and was woken up by Mandy at 2:10am telling me we needed to go. They were still not very close together but they were hurting her so bad she could barely stand then anymore. So off we went, Round two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse checked her at 2:45am and she was 4 cm!! YAY we could stay!! But I was worried we had a loooooong road ahead of us. She showered to ease the pain, and sat on those exercise balls for comfort. She had an epidural early in her first pregnancy and knew she wanted one with this one, but she was only 4 cm and the nurse said the epidural could slow down progress and we did NOT want that. But, Mands desperately needed something for the pain. At this point, everytime she had a contraction, she would tear up and then of course so would I. Its awful watching someone be in that much pain. The nurse suggested Morphine for pain and maybe to help Mandy get some sleep, so Mandy agreed. She got the morphine shot at 3:50am. 20 mins later, she had the worst contraction thus far, then the next one was worse, then worse, this continued for a good 30 - 40 mins. She told the nurse she NEEDED the epidural so the nurse made some calls, got her prepped and she showered again to try to help with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy was in so much pain, but was seriously doing so good! I let her squeeze my hand, reminded her to breathe, and told her how great she was doing. Hell we're basically a lesbian couple at this point!! lol JOKES!! Anyways, epidural guy shows up! WHOO HOO!! Mandy sits on the side of the bed, over the little table, holding Matts hand, and I just watch. The guy was super nice, and explained everything as he was doing it and asked her questions trying to take the focus off the contractions. The needle for epidurals is HUGE!!! and they just put it in SO far!!! I couldn't help but watch!! I felt so bad for her again of course, because having a contraction while he's trying to do this just looked so awful. And she was just trying not to cry but she was in so much pain and had NO sleep at this point. As epidural guy AKA Kevin, is doing his job the nurse tells us that they call Kevin the 'cervix whisperer' because 90% of the time he does the epidural, as soon as he's done the Mom is ready to push and baby comes fast. Well, true to form, he had JUST got done threading the tube in her and hadn't even put the medication in her yet, just cleaning her up and Mandy looked at me and said, 'I feel like I need to push!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurses needed her to try and hold off, they laid her down fast and then said, if you need to now then just push. They put the medication for the epidural in but Mandy was already pushing. Matt by her head holding her hand and me holding a leg, right in there! Well I promise you it was 5 pushes and baby girl MacLellan was born!! As Mandy was pushing and her head started to come out I just kept thinking.... ' I will NEVER be able to do this!' EVER!! I am not physically able!! I swear!! Mandy was a champ!! epidural MAYBE helped her through the last push when they were pulling out baby and into her check up after, but all of the pain and pushing was pretty much just her! Babies sex was a surprise but her were hoping for a girl as she already has a boy, and Matt's Mom had just passed away last month and if it was a girl, the middle name was dedicated to her. Born at 5:53am was 8lbs 11oz Coadee Josephina Maria MacLellan, 20.5 inches long! The name Coadee spelt the way it is, is after Mandy's grandma that died of breast cancer before Mandy or any of her siblings were even born. Coad was her last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never wanted kids, and this didn't exactly help, but it was AMAZING!! She has a full head of blonde hair, Mandy's nose and mouth, and Matt's head shape. I didn't even get grossed out by watching everything, I was just focused on getting Mandy through it. I can't even describe it............ AMAZING!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrXNaQgbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LeGfWmnoA7c/s1600-h/100_7726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411615211231674802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrXNaQgbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LeGfWmnoA7c/s400/100_7726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrW4eY-CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/33l9M_fanQM/s1600-h/100_7706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411615205611862050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrW4eY-CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/33l9M_fanQM/s400/100_7706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrWY_AkLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9QwnyfjnmvE/s1600-h/100_7713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411615197158740146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrWY_AkLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9QwnyfjnmvE/s400/100_7713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrV-MhOlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fSSYz3WXpUI/s1600-h/100_7715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411615189967649362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrV-MhOlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fSSYz3WXpUI/s400/100_7715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrVY4stQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0Fnz4tw4yGg/s1600-h/100_7712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411615179952403714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrVY4stQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0Fnz4tw4yGg/s400/100_7712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-1511075875426523417?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/1511075875426523417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=1511075875426523417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1511075875426523417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1511075875426523417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing.html' title='Amazing......'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SxnrXNaQgbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LeGfWmnoA7c/s72-c/100_7726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5561395133540840225</id><published>2009-11-25T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:29:48.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more sleep and Grateful for it!</title><content type='html'>One more sleep until I can see my husband!  He will be home late tomorrow night and I am SO excited!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Getting to see my family on webcam just barely.  Adrienne turned her webcam on and I chat with her on MSN Messenger and then Jim, Leslie, Hunter, Tralee, Tand, Cass, Ade, and my Mom and said hi to me on webcam and waved and my Mom even did a little dance for me!  :)  I'm glad I got to see them and I hope they are having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Judy's homemade salsa!!  She cans salsa every year and its YUM CITY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My Grandma J's recipes.  Call me a little bias but she is THE BEST cook ever!  She bakes and cooks and she makes some yummy treats!  I have her brown bread recipe, her YUMMY potato salad recipe, and desserts from her too!!  I wish I lived closer so I could just go to her house and have her teach me to bake all day long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  SHOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I don't have lots of money to shop but shoes are always on my radar!  I love cute ones, but comfy ones are the best!  If they are cute and comfy thats just a bonus!  And I like a bargain!  I check wal-mart, payless, and places like that, because they are cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  4:30pm everyday!  I'm done work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-5561395133540840225?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5561395133540840225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5561395133540840225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5561395133540840225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5561395133540840225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-more-sleep-and-grateful-for-it.html' title='1 more sleep and Grateful for it!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-54724691223319386</id><published>2009-11-24T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:23:25.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Gratefuls</title><content type='html'>Another good day!!  Maybe I'm just cheerful because my hubby will be home Thursday, or maybe its just more fun being cheerful!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Stories that inspire me.  My cousins, Amberley and Katelyn's husbands competed in an Ironman competition this last weekend.  The pictures, the stories, the sacrifices and the training is all so inspiring.  Makes me wanna get off my butt and do something!!  Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My sister Channing.  She is celebrating a birthday today!  Happy Birthday Chan!  She can put a smile on your face in 2.5 seconds and has the BEST stories! Love her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My friend Shannon.  She is beautiful, smart, and hilarious!  I can tell her ANYTHING, good, bad, embarrassing, funny, it doesn't matter!!  She laughs with ya, sympathizes with ya, and cheers you up when you need it!  You know if Shannon is coming it will be a fun event!  She has been a best friend to me for many years and shared my college years with me in Utah and now she lives like 3 blocks away in Lethbridge!  Perfect eh?!  Love that Shannon Elizabeth!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Chase's nieces  and nephews up here in Canada.  I miss my nieces and nephews everyday and I LOVE when I get to see these kids!  It fills the void from not being able to see or play with my nieces and nephews!  They make me laugh and I LOVE when they see me and run up and say, 'HI AUNTIE CAMMI!'  Melts my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Sweaters.  I love that they can keep you warm and cozy, they can be stylish, plus they are comfortable!  Thats the best part I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random list today but I like it!!  haha..  I hope you do too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-54724691223319386?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/54724691223319386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=54724691223319386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/54724691223319386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/54724691223319386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday-gratefuls.html' title='Tuesday Gratefuls'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-6559217002685123420</id><published>2009-11-23T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:07:10.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT-ful!</title><content type='html'>Today is a GREAT Monday!  So today I am GREAT- ful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT-ful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Busy days at work!  Makes the time FLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Left over food from the meetings they have in the office.  Us office staff always get leftovers (if there are any) and we don't have to worry about lunch!  Or we just snack!  Its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Seeing friends over the weekend.  I threw a baby shower for my friend Mandy and our friends came to visit and then Mandy spent the night and we just hung out!  Plus some of our friends have babies so we just got to see them and visit and it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  A short work week.  I took friday off because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  CHASE IS COMING HOME THURSDAY NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I see my husband in T-Minus 3 days!!  WOOT WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I get to keep busy at work to make the time go by fast so it will seem like my husband will just get here so much faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Thursday!!!  Have a good Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-6559217002685123420?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/6559217002685123420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=6559217002685123420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6559217002685123420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/6559217002685123420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-ful.html' title='GREAT-ful!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-802733343653919305</id><published>2009-11-20T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:57:28.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>So I remembered that I haven't shared this silly story with you bloggers and it makes me smile everytime I think of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time Chase was home on his days off I played a little trick on him.  We were having dinner in our living room and he started to pretend get mad at me and he threw a pillow at me!  So, I said, 'We're going to get in an all out war later.'  he just brushed it off and we went on our way.  Well I pick up his dishes and I'm putting away the leftovers and cleaning up the kitchen when I see our big water gun by the back door that we use to spray the dogs when they bark a lot or jump up etc.  and a light bulb went off in my head!!  :)    So, I filled up the water gun, then I filled up 3 big glasses of water and lined them up on the counter.  Why did I do this you might ask!?  Well because I know my husband and he would not just sit there while I spray him with water, he will fight.  These cups of water are going to be my ammunition for when he comes after me and steals the gun away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grab the gun, and say to him from the kitchen, 'Remember when I said we were going to get in an all out war later?!'  "yeah?' he says.  Well then, I ran in the living room, and he was laying on the couch, I just SPRAYED and SPRAYED as much as I could before he jumped up and came after me.  I ran into the kitchen where my extra supply was and sure enough I needed it!  Chase thought he was doing good by grabbing my gun and getting it away from me, then all of a sudden, I grabbed this full cup of water and threw it right in his face..... 3 TIMES!!! &lt;br /&gt;OH man it was good.  He just dropped his hands to his side and gave up.  I fell on the floor laughing SO hard!!  He did squirt me a couple times with the little water that was left in the gun, but I was laughing so hard and rolling on the floor that I just didn't care.  Needless to say the surprise attack was successful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will say that I'm grateful for a husband that can  be fun and silly with me, who won't sweat the small stuff, and that I love so much!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase comes home in 6 days, what other surprise attacks could I have worked up for him?!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-802733343653919305?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/802733343653919305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=802733343653919305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/802733343653919305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/802733343653919305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-889789626634231813</id><published>2009-11-19T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:18:14.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking on my gratefuls because I've been really busy at work and haven't had time.  But I remembered today so here you go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Joni... I know I already said my sisters before but I wanted to talk more about Joni.  She's happy go lucky, beautiful, and smart.  She sings so good and has brand new dance moves! :)  we grew up the closest together within our siblings and in turn had the most laughs and the most fights.  But, now I talk to her often and call her with every question, concern, and story that I come across in life.  What more could you ask for?!  Love ya Bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My Mom.  I know I said family before too but just listen.  :)  My mom has ALWAYS tried to do EVERYTHING she could for her family.  Financially and emotionally.  She stretches herself to make sure her kids have things they want or need.  She makes us all a little crazy sometimes but she can also make us laugh.  I am glad she's still around, I love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mandy... Mandy is my best friend.  Her and I are honest with each other, can laugh together, and have cried together too.  She is expecting her next baby in the next week and I can't wait!  Her and her little boy are amazing and I'm so glad I Have them in my life!  She's the best Best Friend a gal could ask for...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Alumni Basketball Tournament.  This is a tournament that happens at the Cardston High School every year on the weekend of US Thanksgiving.  They have the past and present Varsity boys and girls basketball teams get together and play a big tournament that goes on for 2 days.  I get to see old friends and family and catch up with everyone and I love seeing how everyone is doing!!  Plus watching basketball is always fun in my book! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Days off.  Chase will be home in a week for 5 days!!  And I have the weekends off.  I love being able to deep clean my house on the weekends, have time to take my dogs for walks, make a good meal and watch whatever movies or tv I want!!!  Plus lazy sundays are the best!!  I can't wait to have some days off with my hubby while he's home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to be grateful for!!  LOVE IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-889789626634231813?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/889789626634231813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=889789626634231813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/889789626634231813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/889789626634231813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-7592897437806190661</id><published>2009-11-16T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:07:23.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gratefuls!</title><content type='html'>1.  My friend Krista.  I work in Cardston and everyday on my lunch break I go over to her house and hang with her and her baby boy Bensen.  Love it!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Toilet Paper.  Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My best friends mom Marian.  She lets me stay at her place in Cardston during the week so I don't have to drive back and forth and it saves me gas.  Plus my husband is gone so it doesn't matter if I;m home every night or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Bobby Pins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Tweezers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-7592897437806190661?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/7592897437806190661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=7592897437806190661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7592897437806190661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7592897437806190661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-gratefuls.html' title='My Gratefuls!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-4773600791554229871</id><published>2009-11-13T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:29:58.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th Gratefuls!</title><content type='html'>Let me just start off by saying I love Love LOVE Friday the 13th!!  These are some of my best days! (i hope I didn't just jinx it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now down to business:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sleeping.  I can sleep anywhere if I am tired enough.  Movie theatre, cars, planes, heck I could even fall asleep on certain rides at the amusement park!  Maybe its a sickness but I like sleeping!  When I can't sleep in on my days off it drives me CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Water!  Water is the ONLY thing that quenches my thirst!  I do not drink pop, and even if I did, if I was dying of thirst and I drank a pop, it would not help.  I like other drinks like juice and things but if I am so thirsty I can't stand it, I HAVE to have water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Phone books/411!  Comes in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Being able to keep in touch with old friends, cousins, siblings, and parents via the internet.  Facebook, myspace, blogging, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Calculators.  They teach you in middle school that you have to do everything free hand when you get to high school and afterwards but thats a total lie!!  My work would rather I use a calculator and get it right the first time!!  I use mine for various things everyday!  (mostly to figure out what my next paycheck will be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!!  And Happy Friday the 13th!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-4773600791554229871?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/4773600791554229871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=4773600791554229871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4773600791554229871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/4773600791554229871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th-gratefuls.html' title='Friday the 13th Gratefuls!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5545773957356473388</id><published>2009-11-11T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:30:29.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 MORE!!!!</title><content type='html'>My Fave Five for the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sisters that live in the same town as me so if I need help with something or if I just want to hang out I can call them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Deodorant.  can you imagine if we didn't have it?!  Some people need to use it more often.  I learned that helping 200 people a day at the bank, some of them you have to hold your breath while you help them.  Deodorant = necessity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Everybody in the past and now the present who have put their lives on the line for our freedom.  Its Veteran's Day in the USA and Remembrance Day up here in Canada and I hope everyone takes at least a minute today to remember people and thank them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  TV.  I'm a 'reality' tv whore.  I watch, Biggest loser, american idol, the Hills, So you think you can dance, Survivor, Bachelor, The City, You name it!!!!  I know its pathetic, but tv provides HOURS of entertainment and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Toothbruhes and Toothpaste.  I can NOT go a day without brushing.  Its sick!!  plus, bad breath is the worst!!!!   This was a great little invention.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-5545773957356473388?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5545773957356473388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5545773957356473388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5545773957356473388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5545773957356473388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-more.html' title='5 MORE!!!!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-2355135382080237042</id><published>2009-11-09T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:05:29.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATEFUL!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't really been doing the challenge as I don't have a computer at home, but I figured I could still tell the things I'm grateful for whenever I remember!!!  So here is todays, and maybe this weeks, who knows?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My shoes.  I'm grateful I don't have to walk around in bare feet.  I don't even mind if they are $7.00 flip flops from Wal Mart, in fact that is a good majority of the footwear I have!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Phones.  If I didn't have a phone and my husband didn't have a phone, it would be so much harder on us when he goes away for work for weeks at a time.  I am so glad we have this handy little things to communicate with each other on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blankies!!!!!!  I know its pathetic, but I have this blanket that my sister Channing made me for Christmas one year, and I wrap up in it in bed every night!  Even if I go fall asleep to a movie on the couch I take my blanket and use it there too!  I wrap up in it, then put my comforter over top of that.  I just love how soft and warm it is wrapped up around my feet.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends.  The very good friends that I have are the best!  I love conversations with them, dinners with them, get togethers with them, and advice from them!  Its crazy that we are all grown up, getting married, and having babies.  Especially when you think back to Elementary, Junior high, and High school.  We were such punks!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Our vehicle.  I haven't had a vehicle for a year and a half because I hit a moose.  Ever since I lost my car, Chase has let me use his almost everyday.  And we weren't even married before!  He carpooled to work anyways, and so he left it for me.  I appreciate that a lot.  And I am very grateful for his truck that we share now and that it runs well.  (knock on wood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE YOU GO!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-2355135382080237042?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/2355135382080237042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=2355135382080237042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2355135382080237042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2355135382080237042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/grateful_09.html' title='GRATEFUL!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-1019806390254961863</id><published>2009-11-04T11:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:00:08.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful!</title><content type='html'>I read Joni's blog today and so now you get my list as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Working right now.  I am back at a job I used to have just filling in temporarily but I LOVE this job.  The people are great, the office atmosphere is relaxed yet organized and I feel productive when I come here.  If something permanent came open in this office I would try and snatch it up in a heartbeat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My husband.  I'm grateful that he has a job to go to and that he works so hard at his job.  I'm grateful that I found him, that he loves me, that I trust him, and that he can make me smile in 2 seconds flat!  Its scary to think about where my life would be or could have ended up if I didn't start dating him just over 2 years ago.  We've been married for 10 and a half months so far and its going by super fast!  He makes my life less stressful and more fun and I love him for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Music!  Can you imagine if we didn't have it?!  I sing when I'm in the shower, in the car, at work, walking down the street, when a good song comes on tv, and when I am being a nerd and just want to get a laugh out of Chase!  I seriously sing all the time!  Music can instantly change your mood, remind you of something or someone, and make you laugh depending on the song!  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My sisters.  I talk to at least one of my sisters everyday.  An email from Sue, and Instant message from Ade, a text from Joni, a phone call from Nikki, or a text from Channing and my day is better.  Either insignificant conversations or intense ones, I love talking to them.  I love stories, silly comments, and the way they can make me laugh.  Their the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The rest of my family too!  And my in-laws!  You know when you married the right person!  Chase takes the time to talk to my family and make an effort when we're around them, and his family calls me to do things with them even when Chase is gone to work!  I have laughed and cried with his family and we haven't even been married a year!  haha.  I love my nieces and nephews and miss them everyday and a single conversation with any of my brothers or their wives will make you laugh so hard you almost pee your pants.  My dad gives the best advice and Judy solves all the problems, Mom can make me laugh and is always concerned about if things are ok.  She always makes sure to tell me how much she loves my husband and that I need to do everything for him cuz he's my 'sweetheart.'  :)  Oh Mom.  I am also grateful for Jeff and that he is working and that he has taken care of my Mom so well through good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  FOOD!  I love it!  (if you saw me you wouldn't be surprised!)  It can be comfort and an enemy.  You never know!  You can have food for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and even while you're just sitting at home watching tv for a snack!  Sometimes it grosses me out or I get disguisted but for the most part I love food!  haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you grateful for?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-1019806390254961863?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/1019806390254961863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=1019806390254961863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1019806390254961863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1019806390254961863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/11/grateful.html' title='Grateful!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-58158455245359683</id><published>2009-09-24T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:31:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK WORK WORK</title><content type='html'>Well what a summer its been for us!! &lt;br /&gt;We had our reception on July 11, 2009 and got to see my Mom and Jeff, Jim, Leslie and the kids, and Joni.  We had a lot of fun seeing our family and friends!!  When I have my own computer I will put up the pictures from our day!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was done our summer was just all work.  Chase is working for a rock crushing company and is gone a lot.  He has had several different shifts and days off since he has started but now his crew is at a jobsite up at the Northwest Territories and they are working 21 days on and 10 days off.  They work anywhere from 12 to 24 hours depending on what needs to be done or if anything breaks down.  I hate when he's gone and I miss him a lot, but I guess I should be grateful that he has work.  Sometimes he is in an area that isn't too far away and I can go see him on the weekends, but this job is too far away and they have to be flown in and out of the area so I won't see him for at least 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I was working at a credit union but due to issues with not getting enough hours, I quit in August and was trying to find other work.  I was unsuccessful for a while and then I got a call from an old employer asking if I could come back and help them out until one of their girls came back from maternity leave.  I am back working at the Town of Cardston until about the middle of November helping them out until she comes back.  This job really is so good and the people are great.  (the pay isn't too bad either, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next time I write I can put pictures up of our summer and our reception and have interesting stories to tell.  But until then you'll just have to suffer with reading a boring blog! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-58158455245359683?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/58158455245359683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=58158455245359683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/58158455245359683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/58158455245359683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-work-work.html' title='WORK WORK WORK'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-2116248942017682914</id><published>2009-05-30T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:03:06.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY COW!!!</title><content type='html'>Well hello it has been far too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and I are still living in Lethbridge, AB, Canada and working out lives away.  If it was up to Chase we would have kids right now but I think we have plenty of time and can wait until we are more financially set (hopefully). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hanging out with friends right now and I LOVE that I have close friends that live so close! &lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have the greatest relationship.  We support each other with hanging out with our friends and keeping those relationships close and up to date just like our relationship is. &lt;br /&gt;He is amazing and hangin with my girls right now is amazing.  Life is good and we just wanted to tell you all that things are good.   I will post again when I have more pictures! &lt;br /&gt;Our reception this summer is and we wish everyone could come but we understand if we can't.  Love you all and thinkin about you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-2116248942017682914?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/2116248942017682914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=2116248942017682914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2116248942017682914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2116248942017682914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-cow.html' title='HOLY COW!!!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-7777012871000925700</id><published>2009-02-07T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:29:56.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day with Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5P_Id8AJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i7MolOUL2j8/s1600-h/100_6571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300261757485056146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5P_Id8AJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i7MolOUL2j8/s400/100_6571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5OuWrpiAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y0FALLaQfn8/s1600-h/100_6572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300260369731258370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5OuWrpiAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y0FALLaQfn8/s400/100_6572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5OuGU0iRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/q2Y1ixX_MPo/s1600-h/100_6574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300260365340543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5OuGU0iRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/q2Y1ixX_MPo/s400/100_6574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5Ot9Cqz_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/feYxS-IldeU/s1600-h/100_6571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today with my Mom was awesome.  She got to go home for the day to your own house so we went over and had a visit.  Before we went there Jim, Leslie, Tralee, and I went to Mom's work and visited with her co-workers.  They were making her a quilt today as part of a fundraiser on Mom's behalf.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we went to go see Mom she was sleeping so we let her rest and just hung out for a bit.  She woke up and Jim and I took her for a walk around her yard.  She remembered that they used to have cows and that they killed them because they kept getting out of the yard.  She recognized her grape vines and her apple trees.  She was so relaxed and comfortable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She watched Tralee dance around the living room and even sang along with us as we sang songs that Tralee knew.  She smiled a lot today so in turn we all smiled a lot today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardest part was saying goodbye.  Both times I have seen Mom since her accident I didn't cry until I had to say goodbye.  I know I will see her again, thats not the issue, I just don't like being so far away and feeling so helpless.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been awesome but tomorrow I get to see my husband again and I am SOOO excited.  I am also taking home a new addition to our family.  I am taking home a puppy with me.  We already have a chocolate lab that is about six months old but now I am bringing home a mutt that is only two months.  It is a Border Collie/Labrador on its moms side and a Great Dane/English Mastiff on its fathers side.  Its so cute and its going to be a handful but I just couldnt resist!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until Next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-7777012871000925700?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/7777012871000925700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=7777012871000925700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7777012871000925700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/7777012871000925700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-last-day-with-mom.html' title='My last day with Mom...'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SY5P_Id8AJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i7MolOUL2j8/s72-c/100_6571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-8298092863411035579</id><published>2009-02-04T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:52:32.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an awesome day!</title><content type='html'>Oh man today was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day at the hospital with my Mom and she was hilarious!  you can read all the stories on her blog, prayersfortrish.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really coming around and they are not using as much medication which is awesome because now we are seeing how she would be just coming back to normal.  She still slurs her words a bit and makes up words when she can't remember what word goes where but for the most part she is doing awesome.  She gets to go to her house on Saturday for the day and she has been dying to get out of that hospital so we are hoping that will be a positive experience for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in Meridian at my Aunt Michelle's house with my brother Jim and his wife Leslie because Michelle and Roman have gone to Hawaii and they are staying with their kids, so I am too!  These kids are so much fun.  I also got to spend time with my sister Joni this week and I'm glad because I don't get to see her often.  I hope she starts feeling better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably write again and tell you how the rest of my week with my Mom goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-8298092863411035579?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/8298092863411035579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=8298092863411035579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8298092863411035579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/8298092863411035579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-awesome-day.html' title='What an awesome day!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-1388079047096570830</id><published>2009-02-02T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:19:46.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise, Idaho  Day one</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I flew out of Calgary yesterday (Sunday the 1st) and had an awesome experience in the Calgary airport. I was just sitting there waiting at my gate and I looked up and saw this guy that looked really familiar. I looked a little harder and realized that it was Jarome Iginla from the Calgary Flames and that he was talking to his teammate and goal tender Mikha Kiprusoff!! I sat up in my chair and said Hey! and looked around to see if anyone else noticed but nobody moved, no on even flinched! I was in so much shock that I didn't even get up to ask them for an autograph or anything. Then following them not to long after was the rest of the Calgary Flames team all going to get on a plane!! It was really exciting. But, now I am kicking myself because I had my camera right there in my coat pocket and I didn't even stop them for a picture or anything!! Oh well, next time right?! (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Boise and went to my cousin Jared's house where they were watching the superbowl and visiting. Before the game was done my sister Joni and I went to the hospital so I could see my mom. We were met by Jeff and he showed us into moms room where she immediately said, "The girls are here!" I showed her the wedding pictures of mine that I had brought for her and she said to me, "you love that skinny guy?" I laughed and assured her I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite a few hours with her and had a pleasant visit. She made us laugh and it was good to see her. We had a good talk with the nurses to get caught up and made aware of how she had been doing and that calmed a lot of the reservations that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Jim and Leslie's house (my brother and sister in law) and we stayed up for a while watching Tralee and laughing at her a little bit. It was fun. Leslie made us breakfast this morning and Joni and I got ready and went to visit our Aunt Michelle before going to the hospital to see Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was awake when we got there and Aunt Nona was sitting with her. She gabbed at us a lot and made us laugh. She took a little nap and then was ready to walk a bit and find a way out of the hospital. We distracted her from that. She made a joke today and laughed at herself like she was really funny... it was SOO good to see her smile. It made my whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read about my moms accident and how she is doing everyday at prayersfortrish.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Jeff (my stepdad) Jim, Leslie, Joni, Tralee, and I are going to have dinner and enjoy a night in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-1388079047096570830?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/1388079047096570830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=1388079047096570830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1388079047096570830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/1388079047096570830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/02/boise-idaho-day-one.html' title='Boise, Idaho  Day one'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-5462093566564259228</id><published>2009-01-23T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:20:35.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMlckyAgI/AAAAAAAAACk/HIVuqVMfIYg/s1600-h/Bevans-1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294628518136775170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMlckyAgI/AAAAAAAAACk/HIVuqVMfIYg/s320/Bevans-1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our wedding pics.. they start from the bottom and come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMkzWhhZI/AAAAAAAAACc/YWh1ZHjM51U/s1600-h/Bevans-1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294628507071120786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMkzWhhZI/AAAAAAAAACc/YWh1ZHjM51U/s320/Bevans-1188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a picture with the shades on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMkfykvKI/AAAAAAAAACU/EMqoOYTMEws/s1600-h/Bevans-1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294628501820062882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMkfykvKI/AAAAAAAAACU/EMqoOYTMEws/s320/Bevans-1144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first kiss as husband and wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMj55VIEI/AAAAAAAAACE/jrDUX9MJLDs/s1600-h/Bevans-1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294628491647852610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMj55VIEI/AAAAAAAAACE/jrDUX9MJLDs/s320/Bevans-1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he said his vows I was trying not to cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLGTvL7YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vhLdR-Sgcf0/s1600-h/Bevans-1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294626883676925314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLGTvL7YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vhLdR-Sgcf0/s320/Bevans-1109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking at me while I said my vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLF-qYMqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lB0yVE-EqNg/s1600-h/Bevans-1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294626878019613346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLF-qYMqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lB0yVE-EqNg/s320/Bevans-1103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLFgg0jCI/AAAAAAAAABs/PZug8hNxGL4/s1600-h/Bevans-1102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294626869926464546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLFgg0jCI/AAAAAAAAABs/PZug8hNxGL4/s320/Bevans-1102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLFdmU5II/AAAAAAAAABk/uSYYGL8hMZ8/s1600-h/Bevans-1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294626869144249474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLFdmU5II/AAAAAAAAABk/uSYYGL8hMZ8/s320/Bevans-1082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLFP6YjyI/AAAAAAAAABc/LCjTbw9amPM/s1600-h/Bevans-1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294626865470279458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpLFP6YjyI/AAAAAAAAABc/LCjTbw9amPM/s320/Bevans-1079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ4YckfvI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ivi6u4CbYB0/s1600-h/Bevans-1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625544911224562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ4YckfvI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ivi6u4CbYB0/s320/Bevans-1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ4DOpkfI/AAAAAAAAABM/fa6oU5fta5I/s1600-h/Bevans-1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625539215692274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ4DOpkfI/AAAAAAAAABM/fa6oU5fta5I/s320/Bevans-1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ3zM7xsI/AAAAAAAAABE/xMKNSZZCg-s/s1600-h/Bevans-1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625534913529538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ3zM7xsI/AAAAAAAAABE/xMKNSZZCg-s/s320/Bevans-1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ3USWpMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ba6Hj2zytaQ/s1600-h/Bevans-1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625526614762690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ3USWpMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ba6Hj2zytaQ/s320/Bevans-1036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ3a2ETkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zXkiz8Or10M/s1600-h/Bevans-1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294625528375168578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpJ3a2ETkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zXkiz8Or10M/s320/Bevans-1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1272320275363827565-5462093566564259228?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/5462093566564259228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=5462093566564259228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5462093566564259228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/5462093566564259228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpMlckyAgI/AAAAAAAAACk/HIVuqVMfIYg/s72-c/Bevans-1194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272320275363827565.post-2495505431380762013</id><published>2009-01-09T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:46:12.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpIlKJy-6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/G2ktCyB9fds/s1600-h/Bevans-1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294624115145243554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpIlKJy-6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/G2ktCyB9fds/s320/Bevans-1020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am finally writing on here. I will write more when we have our own computer but for now I just write when I go to a friends house and use theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas Break we (Chase and I) went to Hawaii and got married. We were married on December 18, 2008 on Oahu at a beach called Makapu'u Beach on the East Side of the island.&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful and if I figure out this blogging thing I will put lots of pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase and I met in high school. If anyone is keeping track we have actually dated on and off since we were in the eleventh grade. Crazy eh?! eleventh grade was the first time we 'went out' and then have broken up and 'gone out' about a million times since then. We count our anniversary as August 20, 2007 as this was the day we started dating and have now ended up getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding was very intimate. We had my maid of honor and his best man there and they each had a person with them. Our whole wedding was six people big and then you add the Pastor and the photographer. We will be having a reception to celebrate with all of our family and friends later in the year. We will probably have one in Boise, Idaho so we can celebrate with my mom and she doesnt have to travel, and one in Canada where me and Chase live as well as more family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can post again soon but who knows!!&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/1272320275363827565-2495505431380762013?l=cammij.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/feeds/2495505431380762013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1272320275363827565&amp;postID=2495505431380762013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2495505431380762013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1272320275363827565/posts/default/2495505431380762013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cammij.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Cammi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03664577904833598273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpS_TJFW7I/AAAAAAAAADY/vgdGWPdF3YI/S220/Bevans-1181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_agADhfc_HLU/SXpIlKJy-6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/G2ktCyB9fds/s72-c/Bevans-1020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
