<?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-3535379362612603997</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:19:37.635-08:00</updated><category term='Let there be Ice Cream'/><title type='text'>Live Laugh and Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7290644607382406904</id><published>2010-11-05T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:08:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Bigger everyday...</title><content type='html'>Wow how time fly's... Well both Jacob and Gabrielle and loving there new school. So is mommy and Daddy. I love the fact that they get a hot lunch and good snacks. I love the fact that I dont have to make them! I love the fact that they are learning the same things like they are both learning about the letter T and etc. They have a great playground and Jacob even gets excited when he sees his sister playing in here playground area. Mommy and Daddy love one drop off and pick up. But all of that isnt' my favorite part. Gabby will be 2 in Dec. They have a 1 year old class a 1-2 yr old class a 2-3 yr old class and up. So Gabby Started in the 1-2 yr old class due to the fact that I told them she is ready to go on the potty and she is ahead of the game as far as skills and talking etc. (She really always has been). So last week she had no accidents YAHOO and on Monday they tried her in the next class the 2-3 yr olds and she did great. I am such a proud mommy that she is doing so good and picking up things so fast and well for her age. Her current teacher didn't even realise she was only 22 months! :) so needless to say we are very proud of miss Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is moving along and adjusting well to his new school. He has made some new friends and is loving his new teacher Miss Ninah. He is now learning how to spell his whole name "Jacob Klase" and I have told him he needs to write his name on every paper he does. And 75% of the time his papers come home with his name on it. He is 100% potty trained at night, which he pretty much did himself. And his favorite thing in the world is playing his DS video game with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is completing his USC Masters application to be a teacher and started to substitute teach a few weeks ago. His first day he told me when he got home was it was HIS BEST DAY EVER. I just started to cry. I am so excited for his excitement and find so much joy and relief that he has found what it is he wants to do! He such a good role model and teacher. I cant wait for him to have a classroom. He still hasn't decided if he will do the lower grades or HS. I think he really like the 6th grade age so we shall see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me~ well I am just doing what I do being a wife, mommy and provider for my little family. I still have my day job at Ins. but really pushing my photography business to really get my dream going. My mom is sponsoring the website and I opened a checking account for the new business yesterday. Now I need to focus on getting so more clients. Other than all that things are normal in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-7290644607382406904?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7290644607382406904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7290644607382406904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7290644607382406904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7290644607382406904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-bigger-everyday.html' title='Getting Bigger everyday...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-6694631296085425708</id><published>2010-10-15T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:00:04.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a BIG BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TLiydEhxrxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_HrxwSP2C_Y/s1600/IMG_1012-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528364755098644242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TLiydEhxrxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_HrxwSP2C_Y/s200/IMG_1012-1+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TLiyKStKL4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pha3raKec5o/s1600/IMG_0979-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528364432486969218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TLiyKStKL4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/pha3raKec5o/s200/IMG_0979-1+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well since turning 4 Jacob has insisted that he does not need or want pull ups at night. It took about a week and a half of wetting the bed. Now after 9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; nights of no accidents he it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; no more pull ups! He is so proud of himself too. Mom is still working on getting and staying in his bed but that is coming along well too, 2 nights we have had no late night visits and once this week I didn't lay down or sit by the door with him. So its slowing happening, I do miss the late night "I want to cuddle". Its sad to know my babies are growing up. Here is a few from his 4year photos. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-6694631296085425708?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6694631296085425708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=6694631296085425708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6694631296085425708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6694631296085425708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-big-boy.html' title='I am a BIG BOY!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TLiydEhxrxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_HrxwSP2C_Y/s72-c/IMG_1012-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7879746405844542569</id><published>2010-09-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:05:59.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am 4"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TI-dRLA7jNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xavQYobaTQk/s1600/jk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516800986892176594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TI-dRLA7jNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xavQYobaTQk/s200/jk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob will be 4 on Friday however he had his birthday party on last Sat, so in his mind he is already 4. That being said he is now too big to wear "magic pants" or pull ups to bed. So for the past 3 nights he has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; dry all night. Super excited to be done with the pull ups at night...we only have a few left anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-7879746405844542569?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7879746405844542569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7879746405844542569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7879746405844542569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7879746405844542569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-4.html' title='&quot;I am 4&quot;'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TI-dRLA7jNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/xavQYobaTQk/s72-c/jk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7735458617018281537</id><published>2010-08-03T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:48:03.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you DANCE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfJBPn6vlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wWrYdtYruNo/s1600/tutu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501086493067361874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfJBPn6vlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wWrYdtYruNo/s200/tutu4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfJAo5LQPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2pKdiJxXqhc/s1600/tutu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501086482670764274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfJAo5LQPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2pKdiJxXqhc/s200/tutu3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tutu's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfI_wHQWjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PZhmZhTXof8/s1600/tutu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501086467428997682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfI_wHQWjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PZhmZhTXof8/s200/tutu2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfI_ZsNzlI/AAAAAAAAAX4/L0aemS2HNpM/s1600/tutu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501086461410004562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfI_ZsNzlI/AAAAAAAAAX4/L0aemS2HNpM/s200/tutu1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tiny little Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would of guessed I would birth a ballerina?? Well she is my daughter and yes those are John Deer Green Boots! I love this little girl and every time I hang out with her she makes me laugh, I am also in awe with her and her little self. The things she says and does just melts my heart. Gabbazilla You are too sweet for words. &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/3535379362612603997-7735458617018281537?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7735458617018281537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7735458617018281537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7735458617018281537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7735458617018281537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I hope you DANCE...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TFfJBPn6vlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wWrYdtYruNo/s72-c/tutu4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-1638206296986863770</id><published>2010-07-17T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:21:52.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIlL532QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vPoYeKSeedM/s1600/IMG_9478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495034299033311490" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIlL532QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vPoYeKSeedM/s200/IMG_9478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was our 2nd one...not as cool as the 1st one below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIkbkNlmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BiB9vglj6Zo/s1600/IMG_9472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495034286057559650" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIkbkNlmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BiB9vglj6Zo/s200/IMG_9472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIjw8Dh3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gzQEKZV3Vs8/s1600/IMG_9465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495034274614839154" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIjw8Dh3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gzQEKZV3Vs8/s200/IMG_9465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pink part he wanted to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIQ5eBZ7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/0PY8z2uut00/s1600/IMG_9456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495033950487275442" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIQ5eBZ7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/0PY8z2uut00/s200/IMG_9456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob had made a tie tyed shirt at School but he was disappointed cause it wasn't rainbow...only Red and blue for the 4th of July so I told him we would make some...Here are the 2 Jacob made and I made a tank top for Gabby and me too. It was fun and cant wait to make more! He says its his favorite shirt It would be mine too!&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/3535379362612603997-1638206296986863770?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1638206296986863770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=1638206296986863770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/1638206296986863770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/1638206296986863770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-project.html' title='Summer Project'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TEJIlL532QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vPoYeKSeedM/s72-c/IMG_9478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-5511695960402882350</id><published>2010-06-01T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:22:10.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Mermaid</title><content type='html'>My goodness does miss Gabba love the water, not only does she run to any water that is on in the house and takes a bath or shower with whomever she can, minimum twice a day. She is quite a little fish in the pool. I have never seen a girl her age want to be in the water so much. She is jumping into the pool and jumping down in the water holding her breath and blowing bubbles. she is going to be passing up Jacob here in a bit if he doesn't keep up his swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob started his first swim lessons today. He is a super job getting into the pool and listening to his teacher he was always wanting to go first, which is good. He is getting better each day at making his big arms and now he can dive down in the spa and get a ring! Way to go Jacob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-5511695960402882350?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5511695960402882350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=5511695960402882350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5511695960402882350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5511695960402882350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-mermaid.html' title='My Little Mermaid'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-2422399408803307801</id><published>2010-05-20T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:15:58.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nefews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YXNXSZUHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kQbDg68tukc/s1600/IMG_8974Q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473587915472326770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YXNXSZUHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kQbDg68tukc/s200/IMG_8974Q.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YXDPAlhkI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kslExAGc3Qs/s1600/IMG_8909Q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473587741451454018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YXDPAlhkI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kslExAGc3Qs/s200/IMG_8909Q.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brothers so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YWxDYag3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GBgTA3VY3zw/s1600/IMG_8892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473587429092524914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YWxDYag3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GBgTA3VY3zw/s200/IMG_8892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porter getting so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YWCnzUU2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/STQvI1G7r-4/s1600/B%26W8901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473586631415190370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YWCnzUU2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/STQvI1G7r-4/s200/B%26W8901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a handsome guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debbie came and went but not without a photo shoot! Porter did Great and so did Carter. I hope you found a few you like! I miss you all so much when are you moving back!&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/3535379362612603997-2422399408803307801?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2422399408803307801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=2422399408803307801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2422399408803307801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2422399408803307801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-nefews.html' title='My Nefews'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S_YXNXSZUHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kQbDg68tukc/s72-c/IMG_8974Q.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7793989263726356218</id><published>2010-04-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:35:18.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Round</title><content type='html'>WOW what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; a bed time routine makes...not that I didn't know that cause I did...it just took this long to convince my hubby who thinks its fun to mess around. Well to not bash him completely Scott has been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt; and willing to do this 100% (He wants his wife back...the nice one, who isn't crying all the time). So I got the book Super Nanny and put her teaching to work, we knew they were good cause we would watch the show and saw how they did work. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; we all made the house rules there are 4 house rules (the unbreakable kind). I made it nice and framed it and hung it in our kitchen so we all know what we need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made a bedtime routine for the kids which starts at 730-bath to 7:45 then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pjs&lt;/span&gt; and Brushing 745 to 800 and from 800 to 815 story time at 815 lights out kisses and hugs. We also have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;procedure&lt;/span&gt; to put Jacob back to bed when he gets up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Scott was on a call tonight so not home I do the routine everything is smooth Jacob is helping me and being very good. Gabby just wanted to stay in the shower and twirl...then after stories he is climbing into bed and trips and smashes his nose needless to say meltdown mode...mom trying to stay clam and try and keep us in the right direction. Some how I get him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; in bed and give out more kisses and hugs good night.&lt;br /&gt;He gets out of bed for no reason so I walk him back tuck him in and remind him of the star he can get if he stays in bed all night... well that was it for the night sound asleep by 845! Now we just have too keep it up...Grammy and Pop Pop you need to help out too when you come to visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-7793989263726356218?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7793989263726356218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7793989263726356218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7793989263726356218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7793989263726356218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/04/final-round.html' title='Final Round'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-797183997975333360</id><published>2010-04-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:26:48.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 3</title><content type='html'>SO back to schedule tonight Jacob is crying for daddy...daddy is out on a sales call. so i do the bedtime &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt; and of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; the whole time he is crying for "daddy" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong I feel bad, but not that bad! I read him 4 stories, laid down for "5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;" then when he came out the first time I went back and sung to him and gave him kisses and cuddles (I know I shouldn't of). Then I left he started with the crying again...then he came out telling me there was a Peacock in his room up on top of the house...so I go in and he tells me to be very quite, I hear his peacock (the fan bumping). so I make the peacock go away. long story short an hour later he has gotten the door closed and now the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nightlight&lt;/span&gt;. The crying has stopped but man we need to stay on this cause its hard to go back. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy 2 Jacob 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-797183997975333360?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/797183997975333360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=797183997975333360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/797183997975333360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/797183997975333360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/04/round-3.html' title='Round 3'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7368794184436706128</id><published>2010-04-22T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:40:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Two...</title><content type='html'>So after dinner Jacob had the opportunity to earn his coloring book back! (It got taken away for 2 days). He cleaned his toilet took out all the trash...so that left him with an hour before bedtime. I reminded him that he had 15 mins left and talked about how nice it would be for him to go to bed like a big boy and with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Big hand is at the top "time for bed Jacob" OK I ask him would you please go brush your teeth? "NO"! uh oh...ok here are your choices brush your teeth when I ask and get to read 2 stories with mommy and Gabby OR brush your teeth unhappily and no stories...he chose wisely! We Read two stories...kinda took longer then I had liked, asked to give hugs and kisses to daddy then came in bed. He did ask if I or dad would lay with him for 5 mins. Mommy approved but any funny stuff daddy comes out. So I proceeded to put Gabby in bed. 15 Mins later I ask Daddy to leave...Jacob comes out to go potty which is OK, he doesn't' Lose anything when he gets up to go potty (sheesh I am not THAT mean!) Then I gently remind him "if you leave your room the nightlight comes out".&lt;br /&gt;It was an hour after I said bedtime, BUT he didn't get out of bed! SO in my book it was a Win Win for both of us...Mommy got her night time back and stress free, Jacob got to keep his nightlight and door open!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy 2 Jacob 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how quick you can have results when you stick to a routine and they know what is coming and or expected of them...Way too go Jacob I am so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby-poor thing hasn't gotten much written about her...SHE IS GOING POTTY IN THE POTTY! Yahoo she is doing so good about going potty after her bath. Just going with it for the time being but not wanting to push her until she is ready ready. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-7368794184436706128?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7368794184436706128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7368794184436706128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7368794184436706128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7368794184436706128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/04/round-two.html' title='Round Two...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8458928619868819477</id><published>2010-04-21T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:19:26.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round ONE</title><content type='html'>So after weeks of letting Jacob get away with it all! Mommy and Daddy are DONE! I talked to my good friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Denee&lt;/span&gt; and asked her what she did and so now I am trying to see what works.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 DO NOT GIVE IN...Jacob has learned the art of being "cute" he does his tantrum or whatever got him into the trouble in the first place and I put him in his room for the night but then some how he seems to have talked his way into getting out of that, by means of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wareing&lt;/span&gt; down the parents.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2 YOU ARE SMARTER THEN A 3 YEAR OLD-I just have to keep telling myself this!&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3 Give him a good choice and a not so good choice-which brings me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt; events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good he is getting better at eating what I have made, that rule is if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; eat dinner the next meal is breakfast and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt; does not bend on that one. He gets it! Then I want to try and have some fun as a family so I ask Daddy to just put down the video game and lets do a game with the kids. Mind you while he was playing the game Jacob Gabby (sorta) and I played a memory game well mommy was winning and so Jacob goes and messes up the board so we would have to start over..."so sad no more game I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; play with poor sports." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KLASE&lt;/span&gt; games rules are #1 have fun #2 try your best...that was learned awhile back, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jacob&lt;/span&gt; wasn't the winner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he had issues so we have been working on it.&lt;br /&gt;So we read stories then play hide and seek till Daddy was done...we start to play chutes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ladders&lt;/span&gt;...having fun...Jacob and Daddy are winning....mommy gets a good latter to put her in front of the boys Jacob goes down a slide and so does daddy....Jacob doesn't like this so another fit..."so sad we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; play with poor sports" games gets put away...he goes nuts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bath-time&lt;/span&gt;- I give him the option would you like to take a bath or go to bed for the night. Long story short he goes to bed for the night at 7:30. I tell him you come out of your room I take the nightlight away...well he comes out and out comes the light, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;complains&lt;/span&gt; to daddy...I stick to my guns I AM THE BOSS! back in bed- get out of your room hall light gets turned off...he not so happy takes all of the bed sheets off the bed. Not my problem, but seems to get "mommy is for real". wants to read stories with Gabby and I comes out of his room...so sad Jacob light gets turned off but still tries his best to win me over by giving me hugs and kisses...needs a blue cup...so sad your door gets closed, mommy cover me OK but the door gets closed. 9:00 sound a sleep and I stood my ground.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy 1 Jacob 0&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-8458928619868819477?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8458928619868819477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8458928619868819477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8458928619868819477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8458928619868819477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/04/round-one.html' title='Round ONE'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-4980028453939227045</id><published>2010-04-07T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:00:26.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you say...</title><content type='html'>Jacob- (while looking at my watch) "Mommy I think its time to color" "Can I color now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-4980028453939227045?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4980028453939227045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=4980028453939227045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4980028453939227045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4980028453939227045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-did-you-say.html' title='What did you say...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-112248217778104210</id><published>2010-03-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:51:04.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first Family Seder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DGdq6NbpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zk2zsLSxfMM/s1600/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454077361782615698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DGdq6NbpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zk2zsLSxfMM/s200/fam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it was a lot of work but I did it! We had our first Passover &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seder&lt;/span&gt; last night and it turned out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; good. I made the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Matzahball&lt;/span&gt; soup about a week ago, which was the hit of the night! My parents joined us at our table due to the fact that Lori and Evan couldn't make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DG6l1YwJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cyBFLjhoQ54/s1600/plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454077858636415122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DG6l1YwJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cyBFLjhoQ54/s200/plate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend the past 2 weeks finding fun things to have the kids interact with during the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seder&lt;/span&gt; and the reading of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haggadah&lt;/span&gt;. During the 10 Plagues Jacob helped make the water into blood, we made a frog that Jacob destroyed...masks for the beasts, bubbles for the hail, star stickers all over our face for the boils, itchy head for the lice, buzzing for the flies and Jacob even got stabbed in the heart for first born. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DHDfv6TGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XyZLFHa-o90/s1600/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454078011621657698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DHDfv6TGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XyZLFHa-o90/s200/fun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott did a fantastic job of leading us through the story and my parents were brave and tried everything. My dad actually ate half his G-fish...gabby at least tried it but wasn't a big fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DHPc3UlQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/igbvsh1SF1E/s1600/beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454078217005864194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DHPc3UlQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/igbvsh1SF1E/s200/beast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the reading we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RuDog's&lt;/span&gt; famous Brisket and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; and carrots. There was Cheese bread however even though I followed the receipe it became more like "fruitcake" in the sense that it was a doorstopper, than the fluffy cheese bread Auntie Nan makes...oh well maybe next time. I even made my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matzah&lt;/span&gt; crunch. Jacob found his homemade &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Afikomen&lt;/span&gt; bag and got a bag of M&amp;amp;Ms. We then just relaxed and did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bathtime&lt;/span&gt; and bedtime. All and all it turned out good, we missed not being in Costa Mesa with the gage this year and I now have a new found respect for Nan who does this each year with at least 20 people. I will do a Thanksgiving meal over this one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt;! But I took it as a right of passage into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jewdom&lt;/span&gt;....mission &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt;. I look forward to the day where my children can be more apart of it and feel like they are apart of something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;. This is a great way to teach them about where their family comes from and helps make them who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DHavZ0stI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZcvumUoDaT4/s1600/found+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454078410960974546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DHavZ0stI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZcvumUoDaT4/s200/found+it.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pops you missed out on some GREAT Soup! If Scott and I both had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MatzahBall&lt;/span&gt; you know it was yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-112248217778104210?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/112248217778104210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=112248217778104210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/112248217778104210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/112248217778104210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-first-family-seder.html' title='Our first Family Seder'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S7DGdq6NbpI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zk2zsLSxfMM/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-6253019649694668807</id><published>2010-03-18T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:51:50.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JoFPS6tUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AJ7yjULSKV0/s1600-h/clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450032938286232898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JoFPS6tUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AJ7yjULSKV0/s200/clover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had fun making my first cornbeef on St. Pactricks Day. I did it in the crockpot and wow it came out great along with the potatos and carrotts. We also had a salad and everyone had green drinks. After dinner we all danced to celtic music and mommy showed Jacob how to River Dance, it was a lot of fun. Then to top off our very green day we took a green bath, what a great idea...little green food coloring in the water! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6Jn69cAwzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SOWxn68LbiQ/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450032761693848370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6Jn69cAwzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SOWxn68LbiQ/s200/bath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3535379362612603997-6253019649694668807?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6253019649694668807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=6253019649694668807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6253019649694668807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6253019649694668807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JoFPS6tUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AJ7yjULSKV0/s72-c/clover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7716857953311413515</id><published>2010-02-18T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:03:14.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I DID IT"</title><content type='html'>I have the smartest boy! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaocb&lt;/span&gt; who is 3 and a half got the Brown Bear brown Bear book series (They are what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kindergardners&lt;/span&gt; start reading) along with a game that goes with it from his Aunt Stacy at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;. He had never read the Brown Bear books before so we started with the game and then started to read the stories. He loved them and with in a few weeks he was reading it too me word for word...now I know he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt; reading it but recalling it from memory and looking at the pictures. HOWEVER I'm still very proud of him and he just beams &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he reads it. Now he is on the Hand Hand Fingers Thumb, and he almost has that one down too.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get this boy into preschool...2 weeks and he is going to go to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-7716857953311413515?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7716857953311413515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7716857953311413515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7716857953311413515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7716857953311413515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-did-it.html' title='&quot;I DID IT&quot;'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8166285015455523505</id><published>2010-02-16T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T08:48:14.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes!</title><content type='html'>So my sweet husband too his two girls to breakfast on Valentines day in lieu of spending hours for a table for dinner and a small fortune. We went to our favorite breakfast place in the Valley...&lt;br /&gt;Joe's Farm grill Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;So Scott got the Pancakes and I got the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Belgian&lt;/span&gt; Waffle and for the most part Gabby was picking the fruit off my waffle. So Scott was done with his pancakes and there were still 1 and a half left so he proceeded to pick up half of one and "slap" gabby in the puss with it. Well she just thinks this is the funnest thing ever and she then picks up (a way too big) piece and goes in for the kill and slaps Daddy in the face with a pancake. Needless to say we made a mess but had lots of silly fun with Pancakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-8166285015455523505?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8166285015455523505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8166285015455523505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8166285015455523505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8166285015455523505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-6376969991673641374</id><published>2010-02-11T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:06:50.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 is Too Many</title><content type='html'>So Daddy was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explaining&lt;/span&gt; to Jacob today that someone else is having a baby today, just like Auntie Stacy and Uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Robsie&lt;/span&gt; had baby Brynn and Danny and Megan had baby Peyton. So daddy then asked who are my babies? Jacob said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jakey&lt;/span&gt; puss and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt;". Daddy then asked, "so do you want mommy to have another baby like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gabba&lt;/span&gt; so you have another baby in our family?" He thought about this &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; hard...."&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt; NO Daddy 3 is Too Many". I told Jacob this makes Mommy Very Happy cause I have the perfect 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-6376969991673641374?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6376969991673641374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=6376969991673641374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6376969991673641374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6376969991673641374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/very-big-boy-talk.html' title='3 is Too Many'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8832677349909749344</id><published>2010-02-11T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:16:21.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby's first big alone trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Jacob is going to go to CA to visit Grammy and Pop Pop. Evan is coming out to pick him up and then they will fly back together.&lt;br /&gt;This is all Jacob has been talking about for a week! I am so excited he gets to hang out with them for a week. My heart will be in CA for the next week and I think I have come along way in letting go...I know he is in good hands, but they still aren't my hands. I can honestly say I am looking forward to having a weekend where I can sleep in (sorta) and get some things done and maybe go to a long over due movie or two.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has a fun filled week planned of going to Mickey's house, seeing Baby Brynn (cousin) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; as I know his Grammy wont let him down lots of sweets! He also has a Valentine's date, with Marla and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Daisy&lt;/span&gt;, he is so excited to visit his "aunt" and see his old house. I wish we were going with him, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; what to go to D-land...but saving money is much more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appealing&lt;/span&gt; to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is when he comes home that he will have been well rested and had lots of fun and in 2 weeks of his return he gets a new home in AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love I will be thinking of you all day long and be missing you so much!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all the way to the moon and back&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JtlVfgXMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PAiQKTvyFsw/s1600-h/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450038987263597762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JtlVfgXMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PAiQKTvyFsw/s200/home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JtotIZtsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ugG3f4tTteI/s1600-h/miss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450039045148751554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JtotIZtsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ugG3f4tTteI/s200/miss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He did miss us!&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/3535379362612603997-8832677349909749344?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8832677349909749344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8832677349909749344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8832677349909749344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8832677349909749344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-babys-first-big-alone-trip.html' title='My Baby&apos;s first big alone trip...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S6JtlVfgXMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PAiQKTvyFsw/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-3867535087064793811</id><published>2010-02-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:27:50.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S3F-NisYXKI/AAAAAAAAATY/xdVb5mR9BcU/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436264996329249954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S3F-NisYXKI/AAAAAAAAATY/xdVb5mR9BcU/s200/e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S3F-p2_GQCI/AAAAAAAAATg/_SRFrASBIAg/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its just about been a month and I have taken less then 10 photos! I know it is sad...I have a few great photos to share with you all but until I get my computer out of the pod, I have no way of uploading. :( so I wait...I did find this one and I just love it for its emotion maybe not for you but for me the mom it just is like the calm before the storm. I feel so much from them, I just see the sibling connection between them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is my fun one...my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; girl oh how she loves her doggies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S3F-vt-YvMI/AAAAAAAAATo/lUIiFn25Q6w/s1600-h/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436265583473114306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S3F-vt-YvMI/AAAAAAAAATo/lUIiFn25Q6w/s200/1111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3535379362612603997-3867535087064793811?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3867535087064793811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=3867535087064793811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3867535087064793811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3867535087064793811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/withdrawls.html' title='Withdrawls!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/S3F-NisYXKI/AAAAAAAAATY/xdVb5mR9BcU/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-4799716882030085504</id><published>2010-02-07T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:45:05.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>My 32&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday was nothing special until dinner...&lt;br /&gt;We went to have a cheap cheeseburger at Sonic cause we went out for a nice dinner the night before and its what I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been to a sonic then you know it is either drive-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; or sit out side on the patio. So we sat outside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; food came and Jacob was 2 bites into his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corn dog&lt;/span&gt; when he "Mom I have to go Potty" Mind you...they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have restrooms either! Gabby was on my lap and Scott was taking a bite. Jacob jumps off his chair goes to the first bush he finds (next to the table on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;patio&lt;/span&gt;) pulls his shorts down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;proceeds&lt;/span&gt; to go "potty" I had no time to react so I just laugh so hard I almost choke on my burger! Jacob is peeing while looking over his shoulder wondering why are you people laughing at me? Needless to say he did a fine job even pulled up his pants by himself! It was a great end to a birthday one I will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-4799716882030085504?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4799716882030085504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=4799716882030085504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4799716882030085504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4799716882030085504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-4339266642474685190</id><published>2010-01-14T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:03:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in...</title><content type='html'>The drive to AZ was smooth only one stop and made in 6 hours (not bad). The other day we finished unpacking what we are keeping here at my sisters (god love her and her family). When we got here we went upstairs to find Jacob and Gabby's room already for them. Donna was so sweet she got Jacob a bed and set up the crib for miss Gabby, so they could feel at home while we are here. Donna and Brit have been wonderful to allow us to crash here till we get on our feet. I cant tell her enough how much I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; and Jacob have been sharing toys pretty good and getting along very well. I am excited for them to really get to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Donna I love ya...&lt;br /&gt;Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie where are you? You should be here too with us! Come home soon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-4339266642474685190?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4339266642474685190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=4339266642474685190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4339266642474685190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4339266642474685190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/settling-in.html' title='Settling in...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-2809234014121776949</id><published>2010-01-14T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:58:08.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Desert Storm</title><content type='html'>Last night was our first electric storm. It was so neat to watch outside our window laying in bed. Jacob and I watched until he fell asleep, I told him the story my dad did so he wasn't scared. It was the story of the angels having a pillow fight in the dark. When you saw the lightning it was the other guy peeking to see where he was and the thunder was when they crashed to the floor. He told me it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-2809234014121776949?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2809234014121776949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=2809234014121776949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2809234014121776949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2809234014121776949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-desert-storm.html' title='First Desert Storm'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8211807578369060003</id><published>2010-01-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:47:03.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...out of state!</title><content type='html'>Well I knew this day would come just had no idea it would happen so fast! We are packing up and moving to the very dry and hot place they call Arizona. We have been on the fence for so many moons and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; jumping in. We are hoping for a fresh start and the sky is the limit. We hope many of our CA friends and family drop in and say hi if they are ever out there for "spring Training" or an SC game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is too a New Year in a New place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-8211807578369060003?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8211807578369060003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8211807578369060003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8211807578369060003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8211807578369060003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/movingout-of-state.html' title='Moving...out of state!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-140532403696298917</id><published>2009-12-24T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:49:32.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am ONE!"</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Gabrielle Elizabeth! She is one years old and RUNNING or should I say climbing. We had a nice small party with mostly family at our house. The theme was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Polk&lt;/span&gt; a dots and dinner was her favorite Spaghetti. She had a good time, but mostly whining looking around for mommy...wondering who and why all these people were in her house. Jacob and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Thomas had a good time jumping in the bounce house we put up in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost didn't have time for cake as she was getting sleepy very fast! She went down for the night at 6:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPSLQGwCaI/AAAAAAAAARo/rcxVXJvoll0/s1600-h/599669814309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418905867400513954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPSLQGwCaI/AAAAAAAAARo/rcxVXJvoll0/s200/599669814309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPSGRUSkZI/AAAAAAAAARg/KOyPvrUq5HY/s1600-h/122689814309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418905781826392466" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPSGRUSkZI/AAAAAAAAARg/KOyPvrUq5HY/s200/122689814309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the rocking little lamb she got from Grammy and Pop pop and she even has to kick her brother off just to ride it most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPRdO_gB_I/AAAAAAAAARY/QsMRD3C281E/s1600-h/271866904309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418905076827686898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPRdO_gB_I/AAAAAAAAARY/QsMRD3C281E/s200/271866904309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of her actual birthday (15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) we as a family all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Farrell's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt; it was nice and she was a trooper till I added the hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPRBO2VhRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/P6UorlqHIGM/s1600-h/147656904309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418904595752912146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPRBO2VhRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/P6UorlqHIGM/s200/147656904309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-140532403696298917?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/140532403696298917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=140532403696298917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/140532403696298917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/140532403696298917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-one.html' title='&quot;I am ONE!&quot;'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPSLQGwCaI/AAAAAAAAARo/rcxVXJvoll0/s72-c/599669814309_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8465636926542534956</id><published>2009-12-24T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:21:14.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Trouble at it AGAIN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPNM4rItjI/AAAAAAAAARI/hOavTZ7oALw/s1600-h/341100914309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418900397912274482" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPNM4rItjI/AAAAAAAAARI/hOavTZ7oALw/s200/341100914309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPNIzoZtpI/AAAAAAAAARA/Uvjpk7bR2ug/s1600-h/338299814309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418900327839151762" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPNIzoZtpI/AAAAAAAAARA/Uvjpk7bR2ug/s200/338299814309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Gabby is trouble...she is nuts as her brother would tell you. She has a new thing of climbing on everything and in and out of everything or at least trying too. So one night we were by the tables and she decided to get on top of said table...and then procced to dance, oh she was so proud of her little self! Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3535379362612603997-8465636926542534956?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8465636926542534956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8465636926542534956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8465636926542534956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8465636926542534956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-miss-trouble-at-it-again.html' title='Little Miss Trouble at it AGAIN...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SzPNM4rItjI/AAAAAAAAARI/hOavTZ7oALw/s72-c/341100914309_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-3631810035753725810</id><published>2009-12-11T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:11:37.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabrielle's 1st year...</title><content type='html'>WOW pretty much sums it up. I though Jacob's 1st year flew by...and it did but leaping Lizards I blinked and Gabby was sitting up, I coughed and she was crawling I burped and she is up and running with her brother (at 10 months). Sheesh next time I fart she is gonna be getting her drivers license (ask Scott...the last one actually might and could happen...). My little girl is getting bigger. It really is wild with the 2nd one things aren't so shocking and you don't worry about a little dirt. But as I reflect back and smile its odd to think this may (if I have it my way) be my last baby. To think I wont do this stuff again...till I am granny someday. I have enjoyed every moment...mostly. Being a mom has taught me and continues to teach me daily to just live in the today. Life's littlest things become huge again and it all becomes so simple looking through their eyes. What a wonderful blessing we are given as parents to remember to just dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby has brighten our little family's lives in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so sweet to watch Jacob anticipate his sisters coming into the world and then to see him light up each and everyday he See's her. He loves his little sister and is enjoying the fact that she is now able to chase him and sorta play with him. His favorite thing is to ride his little bike around inside the house and have her chase him...sometimes she catches him and grabs the back of the bike seat and hangs on while he pulls her till she cant keep up on her feet and is now being pulled around on her knees (most of the time she has on leggings). They just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves her little Princess and is looking forward to doing all kinds of fun girl stuff and still keep her grounded with the dirty fun boy stuff too. A girl needs a good balance...I love how different she is from her brother and yet the same. I have found myself laughing so much more with her and her funny faces and "things" she is a great little dancer and the worlds best copycat, I love how she tries to do what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy took a bit longer...yes he loved his little girl and was super excited, however up until a few weeks she has been My GIRL (only wanted Mom) now daddy is feeling the love and cuddles he has so wanted (but she wasn't giving out cuddles till now). She still runs to me but I see that they too share a very special bond that will never be broken. Scott has had the opportunity of a lifetime, I didn't even get this chance. He was able to be at home this past year with Gabby and Jacob and be their whole world. I can not say enough about my hubby in regards to him being mr. Mom. Not only has he enriched the relationship he has with our kids but he got to be with them during the most important years of their little beginning.&lt;br /&gt;He has kept them ( for the most part) on a schedule and even setting aside "school time" with Jacob when Gabby is sleeping. He can forever say he alone taught Jacob to not only write each letter of the alphabet but to write his name...the day I came home to that crooked large uneven name JAAAAACOB was one of the first of many proud moments. I was so proud of both of them, Jacob for doing it and Scott for having the daily patience to teach! Babe if you ever read these THANKS thanks for being you! Thanks for being with ME and thank you for being a wonderful father to our children. I couldn't of picked them out a better daddy then you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was suppose to be about Gabby and in a way it is cause all of the above did happen her first year. I guess what I wanted to say was WOW take time to do the small stuff cause you never know when they are all grown up. You never know when the last time will be that you get to get up at 1am to feed your baby and have them fall asleep so sweetly in your arms, it hurts to put them back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Gabba Happy Birthday sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;Love you all the way to the moon and back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-3631810035753725810?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3631810035753725810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=3631810035753725810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3631810035753725810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3631810035753725810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/12/gabrielles-1st-year.html' title='Gabrielle&apos;s 1st year...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-4137348313670036297</id><published>2009-11-06T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:43:52.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*You know your a mom when...</title><content type='html'>You find yourself in the carpool lane...without anyone else in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find a Binky in your desk drawer at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use marbles as currency in your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nightly reading is "How a dinosaur eats his food" and "Moo Ba La la la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You allow "just this once" to have ice cream as a side dish with spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find bribing with chocolate works to cut nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite piece of art in your home is unframed and crinkled made by a 3 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to go to the park on your bikes before dinner is a "good deal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your living room is turned into a wrestling ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to brush out the bugs and dinosaurs out of teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing high heels never sounds like a good idea anymore and then as you are walking out your son tells you "you cant wear those...(why) they hurt you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kinda sad when no one gets up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite part of your day is walking in the front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are told daily "your my best friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer worry about the food that is now caked into your favorite pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find you are never alone anymore while going "potty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your Friday nights doing Dance dance USA in the kids room and it is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a late night "beer run" is now a "formula run"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to copy the new dance moves by your baby girl...(tapping the toe and doing a bounce) all the while laughing too hard cause she is smiling so big so happy with her new found thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself wondering how the moms before you were able to watch tv if at all without TIVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Mom this one is for you...I love ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-4137348313670036297?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4137348313670036297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=4137348313670036297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4137348313670036297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4137348313670036297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-your-mom-when.html' title='*You know your a mom when...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8916217714515662280</id><published>2009-10-14T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:58:24.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little miss mischief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/StbIBFfqr8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/67NgpfzebyE/s1600-h/BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392717524803170242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/StbIBFfqr8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/67NgpfzebyE/s200/BG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I wanted a sweet little girl....As perfect a baby she was she is just as much trouble! Oh Gabba. So just THIS WEEK she has managed to fall down our flight of stairs twice now well the first time dad dove over her to stop her from going to the bottom, the 2nd time was tonight while I was in another room she starts going up stairs and well got half way and I am only guessing her decided to come back down...fall from a seated position and cut her little muscle that attaches your upper lip to your gums (hers was going a bit more and the dentist said she did herself a favor!) damn thing bled like you wouldn't believe. Ummm what else...oh on a good note she is a speed crawler and now can catch the vacuum and she is a WALKER...tonight she did it well she has been doing steps since almost 9 months and well tonight she walked everywhere. Her big walk was across the living room (to get food what else) a day before her 10 months, I had no idea when I had my little girl she would be more trouble then Jacob. He never got into anything and at least when I would tell him NO and sign it he wouldn't laugh at me. She is too funny she stands up at our water cooler and shakes it I think she likes the bubbles when she does it. I just wont be laughing when the time comes that she will make my kitchen into a lake! Jacob's favorite thing to tell Gabba is "naughty girl" oh and NO cause if he is eating she is trying to take it away from him and most of the time does, that boy has got a run for his money with her! &lt;/div&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/3535379362612603997-8916217714515662280?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8916217714515662280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8916217714515662280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8916217714515662280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8916217714515662280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-miss-mischief.html' title='My little miss mischief'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/StbIBFfqr8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/67NgpfzebyE/s72-c/BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-5148355726379006944</id><published>2009-08-24T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:40:57.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too Funny!</title><content type='html'>So the other night I was cutting Gabby's nails and wanted to just do Jacob's while I was already doing it. So I proceeded to ask him if I could cut his nails too, He HATES it when I cut his nails don't even try and do the toes... So I finally resorted to bribing him with a cookie and he just looked at me and said " Are you kidding me?" with the most straightest face... it was priceless needless to say I just laughed and he got off from not having his nails cut that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids say the funniest things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-5148355726379006944?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5148355726379006944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=5148355726379006944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5148355726379006944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5148355726379006944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-too-funny.html' title='Just too Funny!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-4017778898402387816</id><published>2009-07-20T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:30:50.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting kicked out of Jew Camp</title><content type='html'>Seriously... UGH so Jacob has been going to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jew&lt;/span&gt; Camp" camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yahm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yahm&lt;/span&gt; which is just a summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school program. He was very excited to begin his new school. Well it is at our temple now mind you we are a reform temple, which means just that reformed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; you can choose to keep Kosher or not it is your g-d giving right to chose what is best for your family. We choose to not be Kosher. However the school keeps Kosher meaning you cant put meat and dairy in your kids lunch box. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; fine then they add on to that they are a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nut free&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. over there will blow up like a Macy's day parade balloon if he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;comes&lt;/span&gt; within 100 yards of a Peanut. So no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PB&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;J for my son's lunch box either.&lt;br /&gt;First week goes off without a hitch, mind you I am extra careful not to put any meat and Cheese in the lunch box. I quickly realize my son is eating really nothing but his juice box and maybe whatever snack or fruit I put in. Whatever so I decide to put mostly snack type stuff in the box, he is only there till 12:45 anyway. So one day I pack a choc. pudding and some fruit and call it a day. Teacher kinda told me when I picked him up that "all he ate was the pudding" Well I would of too if I was him so I whatever it. Next time I get a note in the box telling me it wasn't Kosher... so I think back to what I packed him... Turkey sandwich no cheese, fruit cup, and goldfish. What is the matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;... oh then I get it they are slapping my hands cause of the goldfish... really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I mean&lt;/span&gt; come on, I am not giving him goldfish thinking he is getting his cheese on, ITS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PROCESSED&lt;/span&gt; CHEESE PEOPLE. So I take the note and manage to complain to Scott all night about it. Asking all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jewish&lt;/span&gt; family if they thought I was "doing it wrong". I threw up my hands and moved on with my life. So now mind you I pack his lunch at night and sometimes Scott will take him in the am. This particular day Scott took him. So the night before I pack him a simple but "healthy" lunch. Juice box, turkey sandwich (no cheese) and a cutie (little orange), I left it as it was simple cause all I had in the house was goldfish and I already got in trouble for that so... then I thought about a pudding then decided against it cause more then likely he would only eat that and I would get in trouble AGAIN from the teacher, so he got a boring lunch and g-d it reminded me of my lame boring lunches my mother would give me and I cringed thinking I was doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;same thing&lt;/span&gt; (telling myself to go to the store and pick up some other stuff).&lt;br /&gt;Next day Scott comes to get lunch and says "gosh it seems light what did your mom put in here" Thinking it sucks saw the pudding and added it to the lunch box... off he goes to School. Thursdays is the day Grammy picks him up to hang out... Boy did she never see this coming... so I guess the teacher takes her aside very sternly DO NOT SEND PUDDING in the lunch box with MEAT EVER. Seriously We ARE NOT A KOSHER TEMPLE. I am sure Jacob will live through having a turkey sandwich and pudding in his tummy at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt;. I swear I just think it is all a little out dated.&lt;br /&gt;We just weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to keep kosher. All in all Scott and I have decided to send Jacob with the following lunch on his last day: Cheeseburger with Bacon, Peanut butter cups, and a wine cooler to boot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-4017778898402387816?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4017778898402387816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=4017778898402387816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4017778898402387816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4017778898402387816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-kicked-out-of-jew-camp.html' title='getting kicked out of Jew Camp'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-304846762929324506</id><published>2009-06-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:10:31.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo BIG</title><content type='html'>Well today is a monumental day... Jacob stayed dry all night. So for the past week or so we have come into Jacob's bedroom to check on him before we go to sleep and we find him spread out in his bed naked. Needless to say the boy loves to run around in the nude, and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; go to sleep in such a fashion. So I have cleaned up one wet bed mess this week and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really like doing it. So last night mommy came up with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; idea... I gave Jacob magic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pirate&lt;/span&gt; underpants and that the magic comes when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; pee in them at night, you have to get up to go potty in the middle of the night. I also bribed him with 2 SUPER mega Star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Froggie&lt;/span&gt; stickers (Thanks Grandma!) the deal is if you earn 5 you get to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he pulled it off he got up twice last night to go pee, mind you he still wanted me but at least I didn't have to clean up wet sheets. Our little guy is getting bigger everyday. Hopefully the Magic Underpants keep the magic going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-304846762929324506?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/304846762929324506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=304846762929324506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/304846762929324506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/304846762929324506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/06/sooo-big.html' title='Sooo BIG'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-6935757667478120422</id><published>2009-06-12T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:42:02.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Uh-Oh so sad"</title><content type='html'>These small words are what seems to be coming out of my mouth more often then not at home.&lt;br /&gt;Our dear sweet Jacob is coming into his own, and by that I mean his "3's" which if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know is the new 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Donna was with us at D-land a few weekends ago and watched as myself and Scott were needless to say DONE. Jacob had a moment and well I threw up my hands and said " I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get it, I try doing it the nice way and nothing I try being stern and nothing, something has to give". Donna told me about a GREAT book called love and Logic. It teaches us that kids respond to empathy and then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consequence&lt;/span&gt; while also giving them a choice. Sounds simple right... Not at all. Try coming up with 2 choices for a 2 yr old you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with either one and can follow through on.&lt;br /&gt;So going on day #3 of this new style for both Scott and I yesterday we had an Uh-Oh so sad moment getting out the car. Jacob choose to go to his room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of being a happy boy and getting to watch the movie. Which in turn happen 2 more times before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, he is getting it. I took him to daycare and started to sing my Uh-oh song and he simply asked "mommy are you going to close the door?" He is getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little man and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hopeful&lt;/span&gt; that we will be able to raise happy children that can think for themselves and choose what path is best for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-6935757667478120422?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6935757667478120422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=6935757667478120422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6935757667478120422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6935757667478120422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh-so-sad.html' title='&quot;Uh-Oh so sad&quot;'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-6795543151939288391</id><published>2009-06-08T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:51:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC FAIR Photo contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/Si15oMNNHZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6GOFCaQGiOw/s1600-h/268858220309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345062064136986002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/Si15oMNNHZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6GOFCaQGiOw/s200/268858220309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a new year and a new photo for this years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; Fair. Be sure to stop by the arts building and see it on the wall. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; know if it won a ribbon until the fair comes... Wish me luck! &lt;/div&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/3535379362612603997-6795543151939288391?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6795543151939288391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=6795543151939288391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6795543151939288391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6795543151939288391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/06/oc-fair-photo-contest.html' title='OC FAIR Photo contest'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/Si15oMNNHZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6GOFCaQGiOw/s72-c/268858220309_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-3267362301762261113</id><published>2009-05-29T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:49:31.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 5 year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SiBWcSD5SDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gCIxko3lDvg/s1600-h/213078750309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341364201945909298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SiBWcSD5SDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gCIxko3lDvg/s200/213078750309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maui, HI is such a wonderful, beautiful place. We just didn't want to leave. So Scott and I went back to the place where it all happened. Yes we got married in Maui, so 5 years later we finaly were able to get back there and without our little ones. It was fantastic! We had so much fun, we went over to Hana and Scott survived the road he actually enjoyed it... everyone kept telling him he would get sick-whatever. If you ever go to Maui it is a must do at least once. While we were on that side of the island we stopped a few times to check out some waterfalls and even hiked back into a few. One was so amazing we felt like we were the couple on the Bachelor. We hiked back into this one and it had 3 waterfalls into one pool and even though the water was pretty cold we still went in and swam, it was very romantic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the most part we spent our days in the water or shopping and eating and drinking all day and night. I liked the sleeping in part the best! Anyway to say the least it was a very much needed romantic getway we both needed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-3267362301762261113?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3267362301762261113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=3267362301762261113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3267362301762261113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3267362301762261113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-5-year-anniversary.html' title='Our 5 year Anniversary'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SiBWcSD5SDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gCIxko3lDvg/s72-c/213078750309_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-1021606281293871110</id><published>2009-04-28T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:23:32.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What little Girls are made of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfdWx4DxR8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gl2qZH8rf4w/s1600-h/397378220309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329824098878048194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfdWx4DxR8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gl2qZH8rf4w/s200/397378220309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfdWvMbTMRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lali1dTXonc/s1600-h/268858220309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329824052805841170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfdWvMbTMRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lali1dTXonc/s200/268858220309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it depends on who you ask... if you ask Jacob the answer will be "doodie, doodie, doodie" Thank you daddy! Not sure how it came about but whatever i cant fight it just have to go with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy says little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice! I am so lucky to have one of each. I get to get dirty and play swords with Jacob and then get to doll up little Gabby. &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/3535379362612603997-1021606281293871110?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1021606281293871110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=1021606281293871110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/1021606281293871110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/1021606281293871110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-little-girls-are-made-of.html' title='What little Girls are made of...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfdWx4DxR8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gl2qZH8rf4w/s72-c/397378220309_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-6449110778563760331</id><published>2009-04-24T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:34:20.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Ads</title><content type='html'>Yes I have ads on my blog, hey dont fault me I'm just trying to make some extra cash like the next guy! If you see somthing you like check out or dont I dont care either way. Have no idea if I will make a penny off it just seeing what sticks. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-6449110778563760331?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6449110778563760331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=6449110778563760331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6449110778563760331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6449110778563760331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-ads.html' title='About the Ads'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-5479369059885745449</id><published>2009-04-24T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:13:40.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIrKeqkXRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p7yCQQi1mV8/s1600-h/belly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328368768163011858" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIrKeqkXRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p7yCQQi1mV8/s200/belly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Debbie my little sister about 7 months prego (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on pins and needles today I'm like a kid in a candy store not knowing which one to get. My sister Debbie is going in to have her new baby. Its her 2nd one and its another boy, but I'm so super excited for them and to hear the stats of baby Carter. I just read her blog, its been awhile since I have checked it out and it made me cry. I love you Debbie and just wish we all lived closer, I know its my fault we don't. God knows we tried and got very close to moving to AZ. Some ways I wish we just moved when we were gonna, on the other hand everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait any longer I love being an aunt and I cant wait for my nephew to be here and I want to hold him too. The best part is I get to in less then 2 weeks see you then and happy pushing day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-5479369059885745449?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5479369059885745449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=5479369059885745449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5479369059885745449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5479369059885745449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-little-sister.html' title='My little Sister'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIrKeqkXRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p7yCQQi1mV8/s72-c/belly3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-2939736140228216449</id><published>2009-04-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:12:45.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIazVb2nAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NXbiNOfI-r0/s1600-h/320205600309_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328350778362338306" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIazVb2nAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NXbiNOfI-r0/s200/320205600309_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months and &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;too sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIalv2NWXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rVl3Imswjn4/s1600-h/brother+&amp;amp;+sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328350544934033778" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIalv2NWXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rVl3Imswjn4/s200/brother+%26+sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just doing what I love taking more photos of the cutest kids on the block! &lt;/p&gt;Gabby is 4 months old now and doing great. She loves to blow bubbles and talk to just about everyone. She loves to watch her big brother jump and run around and yell. She thinks he is so funny. He is always making her laugh and his kisses and hugs for her are endless. Her newest pleasure is to lay on Mommy's legs while I let her fly around or bounce her on them. I wish I could bottle up her laugh and take it with me for all time, its so funny and just like Jacob she is happy happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I are looking forward to our vacation to Maui over our 5 year anniversary (May 7th) we are going back to the place where it all took place. Very excited. Jacob is excited to go and visit with his sister to his Grandparents house in AZ to play with all his cousins. I just hope I can relax and enjoy myself, I'm sure it will be weird not to have kids all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/3535379362612603997-2939736140228216449?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2939736140228216449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=2939736140228216449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2939736140228216449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2939736140228216449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SfIazVb2nAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NXbiNOfI-r0/s72-c/320205600309_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-2647644336979459772</id><published>2009-02-07T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:33:59.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month old and growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4Ln4XaifI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/335GO0y1LaU/s1600-h/one+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300186591235049970" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4Ln4XaifI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/335GO0y1LaU/s200/one+month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl is getting so big. She is filling out her clothes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;however&lt;/span&gt;, she could still use some more hair but she is really working the bald look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4Li4-jgrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NPi0JHI3f8Y/s1600-h/406081619209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300186505499869874" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4Li4-jgrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NPi0JHI3f8Y/s200/406081619209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to give us smiles and even tries to laugh and giggle at her big brother and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4LdyHfaEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L-qsAmeEUjE/s1600-h/865681619209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300186417758955586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4LdyHfaEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L-qsAmeEUjE/s200/865681619209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still mommy's best sleeper at 6 weeks she slept 7 hours then the next night 5 yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-2647644336979459772?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2647644336979459772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=2647644336979459772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2647644336979459772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2647644336979459772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-month-old-and-growing.html' title='One Month old and growing'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4Ln4XaifI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/335GO0y1LaU/s72-c/one+month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-5371032189834727973</id><published>2009-02-07T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:27:21.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Potty Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4J_Orz2pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LXKJYX4iRDI/s1600-h/potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300184793339910802" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4J_Orz2pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LXKJYX4iRDI/s200/potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Did it! He went pee pee in the potty for the first time. We aren't doing it all the time yet but we are working on it. He is getting to know his body and learning when he has to go. He even went poo poo a week later in his potty. I am trying not to push him yet I dont think is ready to go 100% in the potty but super excited when he lets me know he wants to go on his potty. Trouble is sometimes he wants to go too bad and wants his treat that he doesn't want to get off the potty even though he cant go. Well at least its a start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4J2zegDXI/AAAAAAAAANw/5qJO1negQY4/s1600-h/potty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300184648597376370" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4J2zegDXI/AAAAAAAAANw/5qJO1negQY4/s200/potty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horray for Underpants! :)&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/3535379362612603997-5371032189834727973?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5371032189834727973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=5371032189834727973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5371032189834727973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5371032189834727973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-potty-time.html' title='Its Potty Time...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SY4J_Orz2pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LXKJYX4iRDI/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-209893127730757677</id><published>2009-01-04T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:04:27.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF4DG9VGII/AAAAAAAAANk/AQeHTgIGcl4/s1600-h/862186168209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639432312461442" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF4DG9VGII/AAAAAAAAANk/AQeHTgIGcl4/s200/862186168209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob not only partied all night but even got dressed in Drag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF3_0Go4uI/AAAAAAAAANc/CrGBYOogTUE/s1600-h/304776168209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639375711625954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF3_0Go4uI/AAAAAAAAANc/CrGBYOogTUE/s200/304776168209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and His Best friend Thomas had a blast with the girls playing pretty pretty princesses. He didn't want to get out of the thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF38goJNgI/AAAAAAAAANU/RqRoMHZZdgM/s1600-h/459086168209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639318943839746" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF38goJNgI/AAAAAAAAANU/RqRoMHZZdgM/s200/459086168209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy with his peeps on New years eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF35KZwMqI/AAAAAAAAANM/_waAbxn_M3c/s1600-h/367856168209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639261438292642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF35KZwMqI/AAAAAAAAANM/_waAbxn_M3c/s200/367856168209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy with her peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF3yYTyJFI/AAAAAAAAANE/mBGPKbGdvh0/s1600-h/287586168209_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639144912266322" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF3yYTyJFI/AAAAAAAAANE/mBGPKbGdvh0/s200/287586168209_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob in his fancy fluffy shoes! We all had a really good time hanging out with Friends. HappyNew Year May it be blessed.&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/3535379362612603997-209893127730757677?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/209893127730757677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=209893127730757677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/209893127730757677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/209893127730757677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-2009.html' title='New Years Eve 2009'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF4DG9VGII/AAAAAAAAANk/AQeHTgIGcl4/s72-c/862186168209_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-6226035611707656109</id><published>2009-01-04T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:57:22.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacobs Love for his sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF2uH9CsYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wmeZxTpQgU8/s1600-h/OplCommandServlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287637972290810242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF2uH9CsYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wmeZxTpQgU8/s200/OplCommandServlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob loves being a big brother... he is always giving hugs and kisses. Mom and Dad have even gotten less since she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF2nC5ig7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/4g6JdNfVDJo/s1600-h/jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287637850674856882" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF2nC5ig7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/4g6JdNfVDJo/s200/jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob 2 years and 3 months&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/3535379362612603997-6226035611707656109?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6226035611707656109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=6226035611707656109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6226035611707656109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/6226035611707656109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/01/jacobs-love-for-his-sister.html' title='Jacobs Love for his sister...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWF2uH9CsYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wmeZxTpQgU8/s72-c/OplCommandServlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8219602364836549826</id><published>2009-01-04T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:32:48.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome our Angel!</title><content type='html'>Miss Gabrielle Elizabeth Klase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwbDGiw1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/FL4SBVj0XPk/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287631047501202258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwbDGiw1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/FL4SBVj0XPk/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born December 15th 2008 at 7:45 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwScit3YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q5BOBnJMm80/s1600-h/close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287630899711434114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwScit3YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q5BOBnJMm80/s200/close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwWzspnXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CQuyvI4J3nk/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287630974646590834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwWzspnXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CQuyvI4J3nk/s200/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6lbs 11 oz 19 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwNCulN6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/OH-X3jN3674/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287630806882531234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwNCulN6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/OH-X3jN3674/s200/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so blessed to have this perfect little princess. She has been such a wonderful girl, Jacob is so in love with his new sister. He gives her kisses every chance he gets. I cant wait to watch her grow. I look forward to teaching her and learning new things with her as she gets to know her new world.&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/3535379362612603997-8219602364836549826?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8219602364836549826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8219602364836549826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8219602364836549826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8219602364836549826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-our-angel.html' title='Welcome our Angel!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SWFwbDGiw1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/FL4SBVj0XPk/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7857304176977216482</id><published>2008-11-20T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:18:41.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO HO YO HO A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SSWaJLjDesI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T5owCNHrKWM/s1600-h/pirate3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270788421416352450" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SSWaJLjDesI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T5owCNHrKWM/s200/pirate3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SSWaETe-qKI/AAAAAAAAALw/BVC3Zz3BWQs/s1600-h/pirate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270788337647397026" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SSWaETe-qKI/AAAAAAAAALw/BVC3Zz3BWQs/s200/pirate2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aarrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SSWZ-TNg0qI/AAAAAAAAALo/pO_dDvxJ6Fs/s1600-h/pirate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270788234494923426" style="WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SSWZ-TNg0qI/AAAAAAAAALo/pO_dDvxJ6Fs/s200/pirate1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beware of this little pirate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jacob's newest thing is Pirates, every time we go to Disneyland we MUST go on the Pirate ride. He loves talking about pirates and loves to get pirate booty! Ruthie or Ru Dog as he calls her wanted to take him to the Pirate dinner show. Let me begin by saying this Jacob doesn't sit still for very long. He is your typical 2 year old and is on the move most of the time. The show and dinner was 2 1/2 hours long not including the hour pre show. He sat there without so much as blinking an eye. I had to feed him or he wouldn't of eaten anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cute a few times during the show they had us pick up our glasses and "drink" and he did as he was instructed. A week later and he is still talking about the pirate show and the princess. It was a great time, Thanks Ru DOG!&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/3535379362612603997-7857304176977216482?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7857304176977216482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7857304176977216482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7857304176977216482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7857304176977216482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/11/yo-ho-yo-ho-pirates-life-for-me.html' title='YO HO YO HO A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SSWaJLjDesI/AAAAAAAAAL4/T5owCNHrKWM/s72-c/pirate3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-4909400921352127486</id><published>2008-11-01T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:52:23.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Haloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRCZwI9NVkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tx95wXcso74/s1600-h/hw3"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264877016713090626" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRCZwI9NVkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tx95wXcso74/s200/hw3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRCZn8pawGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UUSxOM7ItDs/s1600-h/hw2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264876875969904738" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRCZn8pawGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UUSxOM7ItDs/s200/hw2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRCZfQo0rHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S_yEXu57UgE/s1600-h/hw1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264876726717295730" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRCZfQo0rHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S_yEXu57UgE/s200/hw1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was always one of my favorite holiday's growing up. It was one of those days I could run around and get as much candy in a night as I could. I loved every moment. This year Jacob was so excited about going trick or treating at 5am when he woke up he said mommy mommy "what" "Trick or Treat" I dont care how early it was it was the cutest thing to have him all grins telling me "trick or treat candy"... That night we went to a community costume parade thing and then set out to go around the block. He even made a few friends. Needless to say he had a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-4909400921352127486?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4909400921352127486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=4909400921352127486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4909400921352127486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4909400921352127486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-haloween.html' title='Happy Haloween'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRCZwI9NVkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tx95wXcso74/s72-c/hw3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8614621432604817888</id><published>2008-11-01T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:06:15.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRDjWeTgRAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qqugg_FxgYE/s1600-h/bd2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264957939627607042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRDjWeTgRAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qqugg_FxgYE/s200/bd2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRDjOvTHQjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kttPkaZQ6Ag/s1600-h/bd1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264957806750417458" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRDjOvTHQjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kttPkaZQ6Ag/s200/bd1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jacob has made the move to a big boy bed! He just couldn't wait to go to sleep in it.&lt;br /&gt;The First night he woke up twice but on the second night he made it thought till 5 am. Not bad not bad... naps on the other hand are a bit more challenging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-8614621432604817888?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8614621432604817888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8614621432604817888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8614621432604817888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8614621432604817888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/11/jacobs-big-boy-bed.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SRDjWeTgRAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qqugg_FxgYE/s72-c/bd2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-725812530457653908</id><published>2008-07-31T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:55:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A GIRL!</title><content type='html'>So the new baby to join our little family is a girl! We are all so excited, we are naming her Gabrielle Elizabeth. We just really liked the name Gabrielle and the nickname Gabby. I really liked the name Elizabeth ever since I was a little girl and it just so happens to be my Aunts name too. So that is how her name came to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute the day we went to find out the sex we asked Jacob if he was getting a brother or a sister and he pointed to my tummy and said "sister". I was crossing my fingers he was right, and he was! He is very excited every once an awhile he will lay on my tummy or give her a kiss it has been so cute. So as you can see by my ever changing baby on my blog I am due the middle of December should be a fun filled holiday season this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-725812530457653908?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/725812530457653908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=725812530457653908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/725812530457653908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/725812530457653908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-girl.html' title='IT&apos;S A GIRL!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-4717734210971141566</id><published>2008-07-29T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:31:35.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty little boy!</title><content type='html'>So while I was cleaning out our garage, Scott and Jacob were in the allyway playing ball. He was having so much fun running around chasing the ball and falling after the ball. I just had to post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_se2fkShI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KFF2nkKAks8/s1600-h/IMG_2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_se2fkShI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KFF2nkKAks8/s320/IMG_2699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228657707168582162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoots on the nose and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_sJEqqrhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KrrEYEnkTf0/s1600-h/IMG_2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_sJEqqrhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KrrEYEnkTf0/s320/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228657333016112658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_rx8_a2zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qaheUHINN6k/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_rx8_a2zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qaheUHINN6k/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228656935818681138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_rcAvHmGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xBD21cv0MsY/s1600-h/IMG_2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_rcAvHmGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xBD21cv0MsY/s320/IMG_2707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228656558866929762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty knees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-4717734210971141566?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4717734210971141566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=4717734210971141566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4717734210971141566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/4717734210971141566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/07/dirty-little-boy.html' title='Dirty little boy!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SI_se2fkShI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KFF2nkKAks8/s72-c/IMG_2699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-40943422652205227</id><published>2008-07-09T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:47:10.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This year we spent our 4th of July afternoon and firework show with Scott's brother Robert and his wife Stacy's Family down at Newport Dunes. We went out on their family E-boat and putted around the harbor for a bit before BBQ and firework show. It was a great way to spend our Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWSdJfIv6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Oo9LQRjKnVY/s1600-h/IMG_2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221240372466335650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWSdJfIv6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Oo9LQRjKnVY/s320/IMG_2539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp; Jacob &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWSHf2nLKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kFSJUHrzPCQ/s1600-h/IMG_2536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221240000513256610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWSHf2nLKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kFSJUHrzPCQ/s320/IMG_2536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Jacob on the Boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWRvQx00ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/l0LWHokdfK8/s1600-h/IMG_2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221239584149787026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWRvQx00ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/l0LWHokdfK8/s320/IMG_2547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Stacy and Uncle Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWRTfEoB4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/E8yPr_a48xg/s1600-h/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWTWqW3RpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0kKVUdZg-Y0/s1600-h/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221241360542549650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWTWqW3RpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0kKVUdZg-Y0/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-40943422652205227?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/40943422652205227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=40943422652205227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/40943422652205227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/40943422652205227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SHWSdJfIv6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Oo9LQRjKnVY/s72-c/IMG_2539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-2994926779366710987</id><published>2008-06-24T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:49:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap stick anyone...</title><content type='html'>Oh nobody likes chapped lips! So tonight was a lesson on how to put on and not "eat" the chap stick. He was doing a fabulous job going from one side of his face to the other. He made the funniest face I just had to show all of you. Too much fun, this is by far my favorite part of being a mommy. He is such a wonder to watch and see him just grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG_MvqsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hy_nicz6bMw/s1600-h/IMG_2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG_MvqsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hy_nicz6bMw/s320/IMG_2526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215660069146608450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG-7u8mqAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_KV4tjjeS74/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG-7u8mqAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_KV4tjjeS74/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215659776895526914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG-qvige1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iZM6w1a_K7g/s1600-h/IMG_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG-qvige1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iZM6w1a_K7g/s320/IMG_2530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215659484996729682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-2994926779366710987?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2994926779366710987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=2994926779366710987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2994926779366710987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/2994926779366710987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/06/chap-stick-anyone.html' title='Chap stick anyone...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG_MvqsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Hy_nicz6bMw/s72-c/IMG_2526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-880601286009092220</id><published>2008-06-24T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:40:57.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony Rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG-O13YP0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/yyPL_YObsMM/s1600-h/IMG_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG-O13YP0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/yyPL_YObsMM/s320/IMG_2502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215659005658545986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG9_ByE5tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6EAYpcKrHnc/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG9_ByE5tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6EAYpcKrHnc/s320/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215658733979625170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG9mlT58EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HybQlAzTbk0/s1600-h/IMG_2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG9mlT58EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HybQlAzTbk0/s320/IMG_2499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215658314020024386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jacob loves his horsey rides and that means all of them either on Daddy or mommy or on the carousel. He loves a good pony ride. So when he was visiting Grammy and Pop pop they got him his very own pony to take home. Well as you can see he Loves riding his pony around the house... GIDDY UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-880601286009092220?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/880601286009092220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=880601286009092220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/880601286009092220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/880601286009092220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/06/pony-rides.html' title='Pony Rides'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG-O13YP0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/yyPL_YObsMM/s72-c/IMG_2502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8480822571552097802</id><published>2008-06-24T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:33:46.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let there be Ice Cream'/><title type='text'>Let there be Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG7RftjVWI/AAAAAAAAADg/crC1ogzgyt4/s1600-h/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215655752716473698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG7RftjVWI/AAAAAAAAADg/crC1ogzgyt4/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG671Xr8nI/AAAAAAAAADY/6Vcdyx-spy8/s1600-h/IMG_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215655380573221490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG671Xr8nI/AAAAAAAAADY/6Vcdyx-spy8/s320/IMG_2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG6o7ED3AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n8TSlallLoc/s1600-h/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215655055684000770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG6o7ED3AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/n8TSlallLoc/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG6SddzyrI/AAAAAAAAADI/a7hC9aXQYhI/s1600-h/IMG_2511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215654669781813938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG6SddzyrI/AAAAAAAAADI/a7hC9aXQYhI/s320/IMG_2511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one night while Daddy was away after dinner Mommy let me have a drumstick ice cream for being such a good boy. And well it was a REAL treat... Yummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-8480822571552097802?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8480822571552097802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8480822571552097802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8480822571552097802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8480822571552097802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-there-be-ice-cream.html' title='Let there be Ice Cream'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SGG7RftjVWI/AAAAAAAAADg/crC1ogzgyt4/s72-c/IMG_2514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-5740632902950240208</id><published>2008-06-13T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:01:21.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I MADE IT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SFL7FRws4oI/AAAAAAAAADA/HZjrSK7tuJs/s1600-h/cowboy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211503786906673794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SFL7FRws4oI/AAAAAAAAADA/HZjrSK7tuJs/s320/cowboy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;submitted&lt;/span&gt; this photo into our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; Fair and I just got the letter letting me know they have selected it to be judged and hung in the fair. I'm so excited it will be my first contest in photography. Not to mention one of my Favorite photos of Jacob. So come all to check it out at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; Fair starting July 11 Not sure what Building # but it is the one on your left when you enter. Cross your fingers I get the 1st Place ribbon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-5740632902950240208?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5740632902950240208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=5740632902950240208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5740632902950240208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/5740632902950240208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-made-it.html' title='&quot;I MADE IT&quot;'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SFL7FRws4oI/AAAAAAAAADA/HZjrSK7tuJs/s72-c/cowboy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-8143880858178494006</id><published>2008-05-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:20:48.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's 1st trip to Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CSD2ZrI/AAAAAAAAACY/GLskgx1Efj8/s1600-h/awe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CSD2ZrI/AAAAAAAAACY/GLskgx1Efj8/s320/awe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203345359169283762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CiD2ZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/JbWMvPJ_j2s/s1600-h/dland5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CiD2ZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/JbWMvPJ_j2s/s320/dland5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203345363464251074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on our way home, he was a real trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CiD2ZtI/AAAAAAAAACo/r3bhyqZp1X4/s1600-h/Dland2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CiD2ZtI/AAAAAAAAACo/r3bhyqZp1X4/s320/Dland2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203345363464251090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so happy to see Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CyD2ZuI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Bs8BpqMi_s/s1600-h/dland3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CyD2ZuI/AAAAAAAAACw/9Bs8BpqMi_s/s320/dland3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203345367759218402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CyD2ZvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X25UtDSAmzE/s1600-h/dland4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CyD2ZvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X25UtDSAmzE/s320/dland4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203345367759218418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took Jacob to check out Disneyland soon after my Birthday in which I got a annual pass. The Pictures dont do him justice as he looks rather upset or sleepy in most photos. He didn't enjoy Mickey Mouse so much but he loved all the rides. I think his favorite was Dumbo :) J/K he fell asleep right before we got on and just never woke up. I know to some of you these are old photos however, she that will not be named is buggin for a new blog... :) New posts soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-8143880858178494006?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8143880858178494006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=8143880858178494006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8143880858178494006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/8143880858178494006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/05/jacobs-1st-trip-to-disneyland.html' title='Jacob&apos;s 1st trip to Disneyland!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SDX_CSD2ZrI/AAAAAAAAACY/GLskgx1Efj8/s72-c/awe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-7641087914635690619</id><published>2008-05-01T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:59:05.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shushybye's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnKKY4FkI/AAAAAAAAABw/vLKT9uQhke4/s1600-h/dream+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnKKY4FkI/AAAAAAAAABw/vLKT9uQhke4/s320/dream+band.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437806921979458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnKqY4FlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vrsiDfetO2A/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnKqY4FlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vrsiDfetO2A/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437815511914066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnKqY4FmI/AAAAAAAAACA/YjZr06rzmPs/s1600-h/Fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnKqY4FmI/AAAAAAAAACA/YjZr06rzmPs/s320/Fan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437815511914082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnK6Y4FnI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZAGpPbNAXHs/s1600-h/snoozles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnK6Y4FnI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZAGpPbNAXHs/s320/snoozles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437819806881394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnLKY4FoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/he1zoMH5TQQ/s1600-h/Hi+Zeez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnLKY4FoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/he1zoMH5TQQ/s320/Hi+Zeez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195437824101848706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the World of Shushybye Baby. Jacob watches this show every night right before bedtime since he was about 6 months old. Now that he has the DVD he askes for it all the time. Last Saturday we had the opportunity to see them live in concert, needless to say he went nuts, dancing and signing and waving to his favorite shushybye's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so funny is he was one of the only kids who knew who they were. They only play on Baby Development Channel and it is worth the $6 bucks a month. If any of you get the chance to visit or watch him I'm sure he will do the shushybye dance for you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shushybye and Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-7641087914635690619?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7641087914635690619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=7641087914635690619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7641087914635690619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/7641087914635690619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/05/shushybyes.html' title='The Shushybye&apos;s'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/SBnnKKY4FkI/AAAAAAAAABw/vLKT9uQhke4/s72-c/dream+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535379362612603997.post-3395733156340734540</id><published>2008-04-24T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:20:16.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you have heard we are expecting a baby! Although it wasn't according to "my" plan, I'm still excited overwhelmed and shocked but excited. The baby is due around the first week on December. I am excited for Jacob and to see his reaction to his brother or sister. He will be 2 years and 3 months old when he/she are born. I think it is a good gap all of me and my bothers and sisters are about the same spacing and we all got along..... :) most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my first blog and I hope I can stay on top of it and just do it. Debbie you sure seem to have fun with it. I'm hoping My husband Scott puts some entry's in too he is much funnier than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3535379362612603997-3395733156340734540?l=klasenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3395733156340734540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3535379362612603997&amp;postID=3395733156340734540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3395733156340734540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3535379362612603997/posts/default/3395733156340734540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klasenews.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665181119555846757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Zb8Qxc3qI/TAaWJRPhAVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/leHA8HeWFo4/S220/fl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
