<?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-6387584637430140356</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:53:00.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Martin Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-9050650188472243</id><published>2012-01-28T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:49:49.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lump</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"So I go to the doctor, and he did the bio... the b... the... the bios... the... b... the "bobopsy." Inside the lump he found teeth and a spinal cord. Yes. Inside the lump was my twin." - My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so behind on blogging that I find it just pointless to even go back to where I left off.  So I figured I would try to move forward and do better. :)  I have been thinking a lot about trials lately and why we get the ones we do, and why it seems like sometimes others don't get any at all.  Chris and I feel like we had a calm from the storms of life for awhile and then I found a lump in my left breast.  I don't think I would have thought anything of it, except that my Mom had breast cancer 2 years ago.  I decided to have my high risk doctor take a look at it and go from there.  She was concerned and sent me to a breast center to have to checked out.  My lump is the size of a walnut and immovable.  The specialist ordered me to have an ultrasound and biopsy done a few days later.  When the ultrasound was done the mass was huge!  I tried to make a joke to the technician "It isn't the size of a pea is it?"  to which she seriously said "No, it's not."  I began to worry because she didn't say anything but told me that the doctor would come into talk to me about it.  When the doctor came in to do the biopsy he said he thought it looked like a fibroid cyst, but the results would let us know for sure.  After a PAINFUL biopsy...I went home feeling at peace about everything, and knew that no matter what happened our family would be okay.  I felt strongly that I wasn't alone while having my procedure done, and that the Lord was with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a LONG weekend, I finally got the call that the results were clear.  My heart was filled with gratitude to my family for their fasting and prayers and to a loving Heavenly Father who answered my prayers.  I don't know what the future holds, having a big history of breast cancer in my family I have almost come to grips with the fact that I may get it...eventually.  No matter what happens I know that we can get through anything if we remain faithful and roll with the punches.  There were times during this experience of pure fear and sadness, but I kept telling myself that we will be okay no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come what may, and love it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-9050650188472243?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/9050650188472243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=9050650188472243&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/9050650188472243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/9050650188472243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2012/01/lump.html' title='The Lump'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-806930310521124633</id><published>2011-12-02T21:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:04:37.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arista-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXoQHalqCbs/TtmRaEl-CuI/AAAAAAAAECw/6dr6BxApJZM/s1600/IMG_9304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXoQHalqCbs/TtmRaEl-CuI/AAAAAAAAECw/6dr6BxApJZM/s320/IMG_9304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681732282000214754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl cracks me up.  I am so behind on blogging, but I just had to share this.  Tonight Arista kept saying "My tummy".  When I asked her what was wrong with it, she said there was a baby in it.  She kept saying "Baby in my tummy."  When Chris asked her what her baby's name was she said "Brylie".  SOOOOO cute!  She has never said my name before, and now the little baby in her tummy shares my name.  She is so stinkin' cute!  Now she is pointing to Daddy's baby in his tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista has just learned how to say "I love you" and says it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Mary got her some big girl panties for her birthday and she carries them around everywhere!  They had to go to the grocery store and the library with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls The Little Mermaid "Lema" and Rapunzel "Punny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to tell us to "move" and everything is "mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cat's name is "Chewby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is the color "buh-yellow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called Vader "Via".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows the entire song of "Somewhere over the rainbow", "Popcorn Popping", "I see the moon" and "Rock A Bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista wants to watch "Winnie the Pooh" DAILY and sings all the songs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to sleep with her princess shoes, baby Ashley, and a teacup and spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone poops except for her, and she loves to tell you all the people who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to music is Arista's favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man has she grown up fast. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-806930310521124633?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/806930310521124633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=806930310521124633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/806930310521124633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/806930310521124633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/12/arista-isms.html' title='Arista-isms'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXoQHalqCbs/TtmRaEl-CuI/AAAAAAAAECw/6dr6BxApJZM/s72-c/IMG_9304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-3119769998374797453</id><published>2011-11-09T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:58:21.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arista's Surprise Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plLMDv_jVSA/TrrNJRhHoRI/AAAAAAAAECY/hhnwAk-hwRY/s1600/announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plLMDv_jVSA/TrrNJRhHoRI/AAAAAAAAECY/hhnwAk-hwRY/s320/announcement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673072239831392530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-3119769998374797453?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3119769998374797453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=3119769998374797453&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/3119769998374797453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/3119769998374797453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/11/aristas-surprise-announcement.html' title='Arista&apos;s Surprise Announcement'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plLMDv_jVSA/TrrNJRhHoRI/AAAAAAAAECY/hhnwAk-hwRY/s72-c/announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5125720727982693202</id><published>2011-10-07T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:36:16.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBpkyG2kAsE/To-o7hmtD7I/AAAAAAAAD-E/81ZlgvjY8rQ/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBpkyG2kAsE/To-o7hmtD7I/AAAAAAAAD-E/81ZlgvjY8rQ/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660928997214457778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are alive! Just been super busy lately.  Will update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5125720727982693202?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5125720727982693202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5125720727982693202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5125720727982693202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5125720727982693202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/10/alive.html' title='ALIVE'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBpkyG2kAsE/To-o7hmtD7I/AAAAAAAAD-E/81ZlgvjY8rQ/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8595524837057861747</id><published>2011-09-12T19:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:40:27.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VHTRC Women's Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17se45tQbag/Tm6XqntuunI/AAAAAAAAD98/3kLAJxzivnE/s1600/IMG_7583-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17se45tQbag/Tm6XqntuunI/AAAAAAAAD98/3kLAJxzivnE/s320/IMG_7583-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651621340867639922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten weeks of training I finally participated in my first ever half marathon.  4days prior to the race the weather was horrible with flooding rains, thunder, lightning, and not a chance of letting up for the race.  Fortunately a miracle accrued and the rain stopped!  The main road to the race was closed due to flooding, but that didn't stop us from making it to the park. Chad and Sue came over at 7am to watch Arista while Chris drove me to the park.  We stopped at McDonald's for some oatmeal, and then reached Fountain Head State Park about 30 minutes prior to the race.  After choking down energy beans, drinking a gallon of water, and doing some light stretching, it was time to get ready to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RF5FEf_h2qE/Tm6QKGgd5xI/AAAAAAAAD8c/3nxfsBsxpmw/s1600/IMG_7591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651613085616432914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RF5FEf_h2qE/Tm6QKGgd5xI/AAAAAAAAD8c/3nxfsBsxpmw/s320/IMG_7591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmsFzz5Az10/Tm6QKUMWdVI/AAAAAAAAD8k/RcmZz1iX9wQ/s1600/IMG_7593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651613089290155346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmsFzz5Az10/Tm6QKUMWdVI/AAAAAAAAD8k/RcmZz1iX9wQ/s320/IMG_7593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the best strategy would be to stay in the middle of the pack to start, since it was all trail running.  I didn't want to be stuck behind someone really slow.  Fortunately we all spaced out pretty well after we made it to the "Do Loop" and passing was easy. First obnoxious thing to go wrong, I had to go to the bathroom. There were times when I seriously considered going behind a tree. Secondly, I couldn't get my ipod to turn on at all, so I kept myself entertained by thinking, practising kegels(NEVER drink too much water before a race) singing primary songs, and repeating over and over and over "This is the trail that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mY0BvnqgFN0/Tm6QKZI2-dI/AAAAAAAAD8s/ey9TIiM-830/s1600/IMG_7595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651613090617686482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mY0BvnqgFN0/Tm6QKZI2-dI/AAAAAAAAD8s/ey9TIiM-830/s320/IMG_7595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Do Loop" was HARD.  I had run on the "Do Loop" twice before, but somehow never did the entire thing.  I think we read the map wrong.  The loop felt like it went on forever and ever.  Luckily they had a water station right when we got out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kijX0kjKWfE/Tm6RcVIU-WI/AAAAAAAAD80/xrdFk_XStGk/s1600/WHM11_7433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kijX0kjKWfE/Tm6RcVIU-WI/AAAAAAAAD80/xrdFk_XStGk/s320/WHM11_7433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651614498290989410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the famous loop we headed on a trail back to where we started, and then we entered the trail for the last 5 miles.  Right as I went into the trail the leader was heading out.  It was a little disheartening to know that I still had 5 miles to go and she was done, however it was nice knowing I was on the final stretch.  The last 5miles were tough tough tough. I pulled a groin muscle, which was very painful and didn't help since there were a lot of steep hills covered in rocky mud. At times it took all my will power not to just stop.  There were a few times when I would trip over a branch or rock, but luckily it was smooth sailing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally reached the turnaround point I got a burst of energy, and just wanted to finish.  I grabbed some water and a handful of M&amp;M's(mistake) and took off running.  I think the last few miles were the longest of the entire race, and I just kept thinking about how much I hated trail running, and swore to myself I would never run one again.  Finally, finally, finally, I made it out.  I first saw Chad and Arista sitting on the grass waving, and then Chris with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XVOww33jqg/Tm6UdNhhLUI/AAAAAAAAD88/I-Y_G4c0GhI/s1600/IMG_7605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XVOww33jqg/Tm6UdNhhLUI/AAAAAAAAD88/I-Y_G4c0GhI/s320/IMG_7605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651617811963915586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uRodnFX4vE/Tm6UdWIYCOI/AAAAAAAAD9E/7rW-ojosyE8/s1600/IMG_7613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6uRodnFX4vE/Tm6UdWIYCOI/AAAAAAAAD9E/7rW-ojosyE8/s320/IMG_7613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651617814274377954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it! I made it! The first thing I did was kiss Chris then walked straight to the bathroom. Then we took some photos.  Oh I looked so lovely and smelled just like the great outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NKBjsvpBQ0/Tm6Vky9uTZI/AAAAAAAAD9c/4IXh02f3YvI/s1600/WHM11_8053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NKBjsvpBQ0/Tm6Vky9uTZI/AAAAAAAAD9c/4IXh02f3YvI/s320/WHM11_8053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651619041785040274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cq-dBe8x1cs/Tm6VvnVZ5kI/AAAAAAAAD9k/BYwCK3lqmP8/s1600/WHM11_8054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cq-dBe8x1cs/Tm6VvnVZ5kI/AAAAAAAAD9k/BYwCK3lqmP8/s320/WHM11_8054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651619227641701954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzOZdbH_Udo/Tm6VItr__MI/AAAAAAAAD9M/JACLTYvpMrw/s1600/IMG_7630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzOZdbH_Udo/Tm6VItr__MI/AAAAAAAAD9M/JACLTYvpMrw/s320/IMG_7630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651618559332187330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself and relieved that I finished.  I am so grateful for Chris' parents and Chris and Arista coming to cheer me on at the end.  It meant so much to me that they were all so supportive.  I have learned a few things about myself and things for future races. &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. I am much stronger than I think. &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Training is important, and I am grateful I stuck with it. &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. NEVER drink too much water before a race. &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Test Ipod before a race. &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how many people tell you it will be hard, or you can't do it, you can, and you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3ctUKmlgkE/Tm6XeLsP6bI/AAAAAAAAD90/hYjXb76gdLE/s1600/IMG_7640-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3ctUKmlgkE/Tm6XeLsP6bI/AAAAAAAAD90/hYjXb76gdLE/s320/IMG_7640-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651621127186803122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy trails to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8595524837057861747?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8595524837057861747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8595524837057861747&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8595524837057861747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8595524837057861747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/09/vhtrc-womens-half-marathon.html' title='VHTRC Women&apos;s Half Marathon'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17se45tQbag/Tm6XqntuunI/AAAAAAAAD98/3kLAJxzivnE/s72-c/IMG_7583-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-990167245056797600</id><published>2011-09-02T11:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:37:42.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Run</title><content type='html'>I read this little article this morning, and I felt like I could relate so well with it.  It's sad how negative our thoughts about ourselves can be. This is just what I needed to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BORN. TO. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Laurel Christensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 22, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the New Balance store feeling just a little out of place. I knew I wanted to be a runner but I also knew I wasn’t. And I knew anyone looking at me could tell that I wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the sales guy told me to put on a pair and run across the little mat on the floor (you know the little contraption that tells them what shoes might be best for you?), I felt awkward and silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his words stopped me (okay, the fact that I felt silly pretending to run might have stopped me too): “You know, I think you were born to be a runner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, sure, maybe he says that to everyone to get them to buy the $138 cute running shoes (yes, they really were but don’t judge me. I had a gift card that needed to be used). But, honestly, when he said it, something inside me felt like I was waking up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I found myself thinking about that a lot over the course of the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to ask myself, “Laurel, what if you were? What if you really were born to be a runner? And what if you’ve just never done what it would take to find that out?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts like that haunt me sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't about those other thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;It's about this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm not going to lie… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing my life pattern...changing my perception of myself...reprogramming my brain to believe something differently about myself...well, it's been one of the hardest things I've ever done. And it has been a great irony for me because I truly believe that "You Are What You Believe" and I also truly believe it is possible to change. I really do. For everyone else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But THIS kind of change? For me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you're talking about a girl who spent way too much of her life with negative thoughts about herself, with a really messed up relationship with food, who couldn't conceive that she would ever be "normal". (Am I saying all that out loud? Yep, I sure am.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But, I knew in some very deep place inside me that I wasn’t entirely living as the girl I was born to be. And for some reason, I knew the sales guy was right. I really did believe I was born to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came to know God believed it too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest things I have learned on this journey is that I can’t experience change of any kind without Him.&lt;br /&gt; And since He created me, I knew He could confirm to me who I was born to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He did. He helped me believe and then know I was, in fact, born to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the sales guy was right. I am born to run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-990167245056797600?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/990167245056797600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=990167245056797600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/990167245056797600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/990167245056797600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/09/born-to-run.html' title='Born To Run'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8883208175851821523</id><published>2011-09-01T14:28:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:14:15.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKg5-FVTu68/Tl_XKNFeNyI/AAAAAAAAD8M/QpJUUBj4q-U/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKg5-FVTu68/Tl_XKNFeNyI/AAAAAAAAD8M/QpJUUBj4q-U/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647469028057167650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is coming to a close, but that doesn't mean that the fun stops there.  We have been filling our last few days of summer, with quite a bunch of fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loves to go on Walks in the park with Daddy and Vader.  She loves to hold onto the leash and pull him in the opposite direction he is trying to go.  After about 15 minutes Vader is pooped, and enjoys sitting the in wagon for a ride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jla4Gi964Pc/Tl_P6SOfX-I/AAAAAAAAD6M/X2CMV-JrQe4/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jla4Gi964Pc/Tl_P6SOfX-I/AAAAAAAAD6M/X2CMV-JrQe4/s320/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647461057977868258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHNqJWASm2Q/Tl_P5ztKLcI/AAAAAAAAD6E/taVFQ-gIwio/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHNqJWASm2Q/Tl_P5ztKLcI/AAAAAAAAD6E/taVFQ-gIwio/s320/100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647461049785003458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGZgsLAYgM/Tl_Ro2e_uLI/AAAAAAAAD6c/EaJshslsdT8/s1600/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrGZgsLAYgM/Tl_Ro2e_uLI/AAAAAAAAD6c/EaJshslsdT8/s320/226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647462957496383666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JESNtrXLATo/Tl_Rouph7hI/AAAAAAAAD6U/AWRp9g9-BGE/s1600/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JESNtrXLATo/Tl_Rouph7hI/AAAAAAAAD6U/AWRp9g9-BGE/s320/208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647462955393084946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating while watching Barney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZGxUJgjbN0/Tl_P5nb3JHI/AAAAAAAAD58/pzZNEpTI5Lw/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZGxUJgjbN0/Tl_P5nb3JHI/AAAAAAAAD58/pzZNEpTI5Lw/s320/062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647461046491227250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, visiting Bob again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBDm_m00YzI/Tl_P5UTLDaI/AAAAAAAAD50/d2U16VDUI8c/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBDm_m00YzI/Tl_P5UTLDaI/AAAAAAAAD50/d2U16VDUI8c/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647461041354509730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista has been obsessed with coloring lately.  She rarely like to color alone, and loves it when you join her.  She loves to throw the crayons at Vader and watch as we try to retrieve them from his mouth.  Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF24LBN8tUM/Tl_P5DkWi9I/AAAAAAAAD5s/DqOJFOz8QUw/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF24LBN8tUM/Tl_P5DkWi9I/AAAAAAAAD5s/DqOJFOz8QUw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647461036863163346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are high heels, there is Arista.  She love love love love loves shoes!  Not her shoes, MY shoes.  She has perfected walking in heels, and has attempted walking down our stairs with them. Her favorite shoes are pink and brown heels, that I got at an estate sale a while ago.  I am sure the woman in heaven is loving the use they are getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_lj2-n8ezE/Tl_RpGzL7aI/AAAAAAAAD6k/OyJ7sK3_qx0/s1600/247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_lj2-n8ezE/Tl_RpGzL7aI/AAAAAAAAD6k/OyJ7sK3_qx0/s320/247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647462961876037026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About once every 2-3 weeks we take Vader to the vet to have his shots.  This is an adventure that I dread.  The appointments are usually around Arista's nap time, and I am usually waiting for quite a long time to get into the vet.  Once I can get both of them into a closed room, we tend to do better.  As long as Vader and Arista stay away from each other.  I am excited for the day when his shots are all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZMuW-OixFw/Tl_Sp1MQq8I/AAAAAAAAD7E/M2mbzd8n5DE/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZMuW-OixFw/Tl_Sp1MQq8I/AAAAAAAAD7E/M2mbzd8n5DE/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647464073840864194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xDKc7aGKKQ/Tl_SpUBj3XI/AAAAAAAAD68/FSORy-N-ADg/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xDKc7aGKKQ/Tl_SpUBj3XI/AAAAAAAAD68/FSORy-N-ADg/s320/061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647464064937614706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista and I have been enjoying our surroundings and about once a week we go and try something new.  Last week we went up to Glen Echo Park for a Wizard of Oz puppet show.  Arista watched the entire thing, and LOVED Dorthy's silver sparkly shoes.  Being a HUGE Oz fan, I loved it as well.  3 weeks ago I took Arista up to Wolf Trap Children in the Woods preformance.  Arista loved dancing to the singers and watching the "dinosaurs" fly around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy17t7LkNu0/Tl_SpAg-seI/AAAAAAAAD60/nl1-ztrycPY/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy17t7LkNu0/Tl_SpAg-seI/AAAAAAAAD60/nl1-ztrycPY/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647464059700687330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to blog about this a month ago, but Arista has gone potty in her own little potty 4 times!  I rented the video "Once Upon A Potty" from our library and we watched it a dozen times, before I knew it Arista was becoming very aware of what was happening in her diaper.  Chris and I went out and bought her this little potty and sat her on it, and she went!  The secret has been using M&amp;Ms.  We don't want to start potty training her fully until after we get back from our Disney World vacation in October. (I don't do public restrooms)  My friend sent me this E-book that worked for her daughter, where she was potty trained in 3 days.  I look forward to train her the beginning of November.  Not going to lie, I shed a few tears when my baby went potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qf6c7y86FUI/Tl_So6mnuiI/AAAAAAAAD6s/nHRVG3qbj0A/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qf6c7y86FUI/Tl_So6mnuiI/AAAAAAAAD6s/nHRVG3qbj0A/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647464058113735202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our summertime fun, we also had some summertime scares.  Last Tuesday I was getting ready to lay Arista down for a nap when the house suddenly started shaking, and things started moving.  My first thought was that we were being attacked.  I grabbed Arista and ran downstairs and called my parents and Chris.  Apparently there had been an earthquake. 5.8 on the scale!  Our phones wouldn't work for hours, so Chris came home from work to be with us.  I was so scared I slept for a good 3 hours when Chris got home.  That night I had a horrible time sleeping, because I was so afraid of it happening again.  Luckily we didn't have any damage except for a figurine.  We are blessed that it wasn't worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to our obscure weather, we were hit by Hurricane Irene over the weekend. Luckily I was prepared and bought water early from the stores, because they ran out quick.  We filled our bathtub with water and then went and filled Chad and Sue's as well. Our power went out for about 36 hours, and the howling and rain kept us up late into the early morning hours. Arista painted a picture of what the storm was like.  We were so lucky that there wasn't damage.  The only thing that fell was the little tree in front of our house.  Another huge blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4H82zs1sH3M/Tl_UdjLXyjI/AAAAAAAAD7M/UFeHImllm2s/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4H82zs1sH3M/Tl_UdjLXyjI/AAAAAAAAD7M/UFeHImllm2s/s320/071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647466061870123570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0dlkScw_Ag/Tl_WOp00OvI/AAAAAAAAD7s/qfjRzNRr3pA/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0dlkScw_Ag/Tl_WOp00OvI/AAAAAAAAD7s/qfjRzNRr3pA/s320/100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647468004979784434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBh6e7_DG9Q/Tl_UeTPJPwI/AAAAAAAAD7k/1L1TxZzOI0U/s1600/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBh6e7_DG9Q/Tl_UeTPJPwI/AAAAAAAAD7k/1L1TxZzOI0U/s320/138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647466074770849538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCp8cWSDuVY/Tl_UeGsvWKI/AAAAAAAAD7c/p_D23pWZvVE/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCp8cWSDuVY/Tl_UeGsvWKI/AAAAAAAAD7c/p_D23pWZvVE/s320/132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647466071405320354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had such a great summer, and are grateful for all the great memories we have made.  We are grateful for being safe during the storms, and for the chance we have to spend our time with such a beautiful, happy and spunky girl.  Arista has brought such a huge joy back into our lives, and we are constantly laughing and smiling when she is around.  We are looking forward to the fall to celebrate Preslie's 3rd birthday, Arista's 2nd a trip to Disney World, and a new nephew. Hello September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OsqsuLhX4iE/Tl_WPY81K0I/AAAAAAAAD8E/Tjjy8fjMRhU/s1600/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OsqsuLhX4iE/Tl_WPY81K0I/AAAAAAAAD8E/Tjjy8fjMRhU/s320/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647468017629866818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5J1Kl8-8tcE/Tl_WPFT1E0I/AAAAAAAAD78/SsSaAcztRt0/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5J1Kl8-8tcE/Tl_WPFT1E0I/AAAAAAAAD78/SsSaAcztRt0/s320/149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647468012357620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsfzN7HbM3A/Tl_WO7yYgVI/AAAAAAAAD70/tYqrJmeSCz0/s1600/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsfzN7HbM3A/Tl_WO7yYgVI/AAAAAAAAD70/tYqrJmeSCz0/s320/147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647468009801417042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8883208175851821523?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8883208175851821523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8883208175851821523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8883208175851821523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8883208175851821523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye Summer'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKg5-FVTu68/Tl_XKNFeNyI/AAAAAAAAD8M/QpJUUBj4q-U/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-989090312675737778</id><published>2011-09-01T12:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:35:43.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRkA9w3TEF0/Tl-vWgR9bMI/AAAAAAAAD5k/SvNCGwNRsuo/s1600/IMG_3393%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRkA9w3TEF0/Tl-vWgR9bMI/AAAAAAAAD5k/SvNCGwNRsuo/s320/IMG_3393%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647425258903137474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th Chris and I celebrated our 5th anniversary!  I woke up a few minutes early and made Chris breakfast.  I made 5 heart shaped french toast and scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfvobsRKdE/Tl-tHLONuuI/AAAAAAAAD48/TxaaSUtljYk/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfvobsRKdE/Tl-tHLONuuI/AAAAAAAAD48/TxaaSUtljYk/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647422796528990946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chris got home from work we exchanged gifts...I got a massage!  I gave Chris a picture of George Washington to hang in his office.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSwpCVb7DH8/Tl-tHWEP18I/AAAAAAAAD5E/a-D1tfZIFyQ/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSwpCVb7DH8/Tl-tHWEP18I/AAAAAAAAD5E/a-D1tfZIFyQ/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647422799439976386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vader enjoyed playing with the wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz25G4-xc1M/Tl-tHtegpmI/AAAAAAAAD5M/nIsyvwsFOK8/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz25G4-xc1M/Tl-tHtegpmI/AAAAAAAAD5M/nIsyvwsFOK8/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647422805724145250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista talked with Grandma and drank her juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTSsyCuPjyc/Tl-tH3GtkTI/AAAAAAAAD5U/bPa6CvlCzmw/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTSsyCuPjyc/Tl-tH3GtkTI/AAAAAAAAD5U/bPa6CvlCzmw/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647422808308683058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night some great friends in the ward graciously watched Arista while we went out to dinner at Texas De Brasil.  We had some awesome awesome meat!  My favorite was the house special top sirloin, and Chris loved the Parmesan crusted pork.  After a huge dinner we walked over to The Cheesecake Factory and ordered (hold your breath) 4 pieces of cheesecake!  White chocolate macadamia nut, red velvet, 30th anniversary chocolate, and carrot cake cheesecake.  No we didn't eat them all, we took a bite of each of the next several days.  Chris loved the red velvet, and I loved the white chocolate macadamia nut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNNXw4aUVww/Tl-tIJ6WY4I/AAAAAAAAD5c/Xy3YwIObFn0/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNNXw4aUVww/Tl-tIJ6WY4I/AAAAAAAAD5c/Xy3YwIObFn0/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647422813357106050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night watching an episode of John Adams.  We have been addicted to the series from the local library.  I couldn't have asked for a better anniversary, or man to spend it with.  The past 5 years have not been easy, but with Chris by my side we can get through anything. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-989090312675737778?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/989090312675737778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=989090312675737778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/989090312675737778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/989090312675737778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-years.html' title='5 Years'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRkA9w3TEF0/Tl-vWgR9bMI/AAAAAAAAD5k/SvNCGwNRsuo/s72-c/IMG_3393%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1195041197731330742</id><published>2011-08-14T22:05:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:42:38.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Time Is It?  Summertime! It's Our Vacation.</title><content type='html'>We have been back from Idaho for almost 2 months and life has been crazy busy. Not only have we added a new addition to the family, we have been busy having fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loves dancing to the Kingdom dance part of Tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t33CM4gnPB8/TkiBQZgnNJI/AAAAAAAAD0E/p-WoqYyhIkE/s1600/IMG_6590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t33CM4gnPB8/TkiBQZgnNJI/AAAAAAAAD0E/p-WoqYyhIkE/s320/IMG_6590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640900652007109778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9li_vUxbOdI/TkiBKO5n56I/AAAAAAAADz8/S65kWoNl4yc/s1600/IMG_6556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9li_vUxbOdI/TkiBKO5n56I/AAAAAAAADz8/S65kWoNl4yc/s320/IMG_6556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640900546080008098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAx_8qh1v_U/TkiBJj5vA-I/AAAAAAAADz0/moLPdKxWpUk/s1600/IMG_6539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAx_8qh1v_U/TkiBJj5vA-I/AAAAAAAADz0/moLPdKxWpUk/s320/IMG_6539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640900534537749474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRw-_XqbAKg/TkiBJmVg9aI/AAAAAAAADzs/OB7jO3U3cY0/s1600/IMG_6517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRw-_XqbAKg/TkiBJmVg9aI/AAAAAAAADzs/OB7jO3U3cY0/s320/IMG_6517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640900535191139746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have said hello to old friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with the adorable Allen family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfjqNKqxdOc/TkiEZPr5-SI/AAAAAAAAD08/92KxMfw0PUo/s1600/IMG_6668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfjqNKqxdOc/TkiEZPr5-SI/AAAAAAAAD08/92KxMfw0PUo/s320/IMG_6668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640904102523828514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5krZ-xg2kYM/TkiEY10MngI/AAAAAAAAD00/ZoYaDHjj0DM/s1600/IMG_6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5krZ-xg2kYM/TkiEY10MngI/AAAAAAAAD00/ZoYaDHjj0DM/s320/IMG_6661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640904095579282946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Peytyn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-afK89g9fVIE/TkiEYkq30DI/AAAAAAAAD0s/5cpU3-3Aydo/s1600/IMG_6653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-afK89g9fVIE/TkiEYkq30DI/AAAAAAAAD0s/5cpU3-3Aydo/s320/IMG_6653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640904090976768050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goodbye to good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DQQVH3ltmE/TkiF5ZfsCEI/AAAAAAAAD1U/NukGdLiVljY/s1600/IMG_6685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DQQVH3ltmE/TkiF5ZfsCEI/AAAAAAAAD1U/NukGdLiVljY/s320/IMG_6685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640905754424379458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08ItonsojGY/TkiF5I8l9PI/AAAAAAAAD1M/-XD-sidBPsU/s1600/IMG_6683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08ItonsojGY/TkiF5I8l9PI/AAAAAAAAD1M/-XD-sidBPsU/s320/IMG_6683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640905749982213362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3zJd9p7ZRg/TkiBQl4CrhI/AAAAAAAAD0M/vLyu7zVqqi8/s1600/IMG_6616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3zJd9p7ZRg/TkiBQl4CrhI/AAAAAAAAD0M/vLyu7zVqqi8/s320/IMG_6616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640900655326604818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I went and saw Wicked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zHM6vli_Rk/TkiF7WqWKjI/AAAAAAAAD1k/yEjnQh0GlKM/s1600/IMG_5913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zHM6vli_Rk/TkiF7WqWKjI/AAAAAAAAD1k/yEjnQh0GlKM/s320/IMG_5913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640905788023515698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have been on many fun and relaxing dates thanks to our favorite babysitters Grandma and Grandpa Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MRP3SJFs0cY/TkiF4wi6FlI/AAAAAAAAD1E/CkiEx1_YEbQ/s1600/IMG_6678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MRP3SJFs0cY/TkiF4wi6FlI/AAAAAAAAD1E/CkiEx1_YEbQ/s320/IMG_6678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640905743432029778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have visited the Splash park over a dozen times...as well as the swimming pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhlxXkkLWpM/TkiF5pR2EKI/AAAAAAAAD1c/vbupaqTZ5kI/s1600/IMG_6786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhlxXkkLWpM/TkiF5pR2EKI/AAAAAAAAD1c/vbupaqTZ5kI/s320/IMG_6786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640905758661284002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWDos9DOCB8/TkiHwnET4II/AAAAAAAAD2k/ESqmndPh2_g/s1600/IMG_6291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWDos9DOCB8/TkiHwnET4II/AAAAAAAAD2k/ESqmndPh2_g/s320/IMG_6291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640907802472079490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista with her best friend Sam and Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ucVmfOLaM/TkiHwQhJ1vI/AAAAAAAAD2c/mEOszak2pCM/s1600/IMG_6277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ucVmfOLaM/TkiHwQhJ1vI/AAAAAAAAD2c/mEOszak2pCM/s320/IMG_6277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640907796419041010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7G3J2ssSco/TkiLysdvGOI/AAAAAAAAD3c/drtqeWKvkX8/s1600/IMG_6430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7G3J2ssSco/TkiLysdvGOI/AAAAAAAAD3c/drtqeWKvkX8/s320/IMG_6430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912236327147746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OayJHk2fbuk/TkiLyUyn2sI/AAAAAAAAD3U/HpZp8kP4egg/s1600/IMG_6409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OayJHk2fbuk/TkiLyUyn2sI/AAAAAAAAD3U/HpZp8kP4egg/s320/IMG_6409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912229972302530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lmEL4Wywro/TkiHwIcuQDI/AAAAAAAAD2U/7Fu4OE2P7NY/s1600/IMG_6011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lmEL4Wywro/TkiHwIcuQDI/AAAAAAAAD2U/7Fu4OE2P7NY/s320/IMG_6011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640907794252972082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ss2QIEQdyKc/TkiHv1J2gpI/AAAAAAAAD2M/x9zmLjxXlxA/s1600/IMG_6244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ss2QIEQdyKc/TkiHv1J2gpI/AAAAAAAAD2M/x9zmLjxXlxA/s320/IMG_6244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640907789073547922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have visted Chuck E Cheese's quite a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiWobeQKTOs/TkiJL6qX_jI/AAAAAAAAD3M/P92_vh_N9j0/s1600/IMG_6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiWobeQKTOs/TkiJL6qX_jI/AAAAAAAAD3M/P92_vh_N9j0/s320/IMG_6223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640909371100102194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo2qGTp-IJc/TkiJLves_qI/AAAAAAAAD3E/MYsP0PvABnA/s1600/IMG_6133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo2qGTp-IJc/TkiJLves_qI/AAAAAAAAD3E/MYsP0PvABnA/s320/IMG_6133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640909368098356898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjJt9JMzYsY/TkiJLtjkRUI/AAAAAAAAD28/Qj2kMCBnkHo/s1600/IMG_6111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjJt9JMzYsY/TkiJLtjkRUI/AAAAAAAAD28/Qj2kMCBnkHo/s320/IMG_6111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640909367581885762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UypHdRzvqk/TkiJLQBt4wI/AAAAAAAAD20/nBw_yUchMeA/s1600/IMG_6152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UypHdRzvqk/TkiJLQBt4wI/AAAAAAAAD20/nBw_yUchMeA/s320/IMG_6152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640909359655281410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDXt7ccvPX0/TkiJLJosqeI/AAAAAAAAD2s/weQzO3kod00/s1600/IMG_6028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDXt7ccvPX0/TkiJLJosqeI/AAAAAAAAD2s/weQzO3kod00/s320/IMG_6028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640909357939730914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJyNTtOdFFU/TkiTMg--i3I/AAAAAAAAD4s/015uvPEQ5Xw/s1600/IMG_6949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJyNTtOdFFU/TkiTMg--i3I/AAAAAAAAD4s/015uvPEQ5Xw/s320/IMG_6949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640920376503339890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrcb0dTW2ds/TkiTMs2wcTI/AAAAAAAAD4k/9qdGkw-93Qo/s1600/IMG_6929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrcb0dTW2ds/TkiTMs2wcTI/AAAAAAAAD4k/9qdGkw-93Qo/s320/IMG_6929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640920379690086706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RYOYOwTxmU/TkiTMaJqvXI/AAAAAAAAD4c/M29Df0xLsok/s1600/IMG_6889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RYOYOwTxmU/TkiTMaJqvXI/AAAAAAAAD4c/M29Df0xLsok/s320/IMG_6889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640920374669131122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JM151nkh9P0/TkiTMBWmOsI/AAAAAAAAD4U/Zey4CCzGkDI/s1600/IMG_6906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JM151nkh9P0/TkiTMBWmOsI/AAAAAAAAD4U/Zey4CCzGkDI/s320/IMG_6906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640920368012475074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSrTU6O_yVo/TkiTMEqCZhI/AAAAAAAAD4M/nvt3am_TA8c/s1600/IMG_6921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSrTU6O_yVo/TkiTMEqCZhI/AAAAAAAAD4M/nvt3am_TA8c/s320/IMG_6921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640920368899319314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure have a lot of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RovRCQsHAGs/TkiQ8CpPY2I/AAAAAAAAD4E/pnY5tKSpNM8/s1600/IMG_6875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RovRCQsHAGs/TkiQ8CpPY2I/AAAAAAAAD4E/pnY5tKSpNM8/s320/IMG_6875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640917894457942882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewG0klwF41I/TkiQ74zZx1I/AAAAAAAAD38/i_dPZjG7Hos/s1600/IMG_6872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewG0klwF41I/TkiQ74zZx1I/AAAAAAAAD38/i_dPZjG7Hos/s320/IMG_6872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640917891816212306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L9A24Zb4qw/TkiQ71MxRPI/AAAAAAAAD30/DPhLDFX5mfI/s1600/IMG_6834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L9A24Zb4qw/TkiQ71MxRPI/AAAAAAAAD30/DPhLDFX5mfI/s320/IMG_6834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640917890848867570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rudh2Jaeunk/TkiQ7snH00I/AAAAAAAAD3s/VM7xR8xUO_Q/s1600/IMG_6816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rudh2Jaeunk/TkiQ7snH00I/AAAAAAAAD3s/VM7xR8xUO_Q/s320/IMG_6816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640917888543478594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGT6l7ekDT8/TkiQ7YFursI/AAAAAAAAD3k/R4B43oFfnd8/s1600/IMG_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGT6l7ekDT8/TkiQ7YFursI/AAAAAAAAD3k/R4B43oFfnd8/s320/IMG_6812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640917883034709698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a lot of fun, with more fun times ahead! I will do better at keeping up with the blogging. I have been busy training for a half marathon coming up in September, and Chris has been busy with work, tennis, and his church calling. We love spending time as a family and can't wait to see what lies ahead for our fun summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1195041197731330742?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1195041197731330742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1195041197731330742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1195041197731330742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1195041197731330742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-time-is-it-summertime-its-our.html' title='What Time Is It?  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It&apos;s Our Vacation.'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t33CM4gnPB8/TkiBQZgnNJI/AAAAAAAAD0E/p-WoqYyhIkE/s72-c/IMG_6590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-6397488187608689485</id><published>2011-08-14T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T22:02:52.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7cb7Wskc8/Tkh3-rHCqUI/AAAAAAAADys/APr6qzjCWxY/s1600/IMG_6330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640890451889400130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7cb7Wskc8/Tkh3-rHCqUI/AAAAAAAADys/APr6qzjCWxY/s320/IMG_6330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago my cousin Leslie put an ad up on her facebook page of an adorable English Bulldog puppy for sale. Chris and I dreamed of one day owning a bulldog, and looked all the time online and in ads for them. When I saw that my cousin was trying to sell one I immediately jumped on it. After a little bit of convincing Chris agreed to let this adorable baby boy live with us. Chris' sister Marissa met Leslie to pick up the dog and took care of him for the weekend. Early on Sunday morning Marissa drove him to the airport and gave our baby boy to a complete stranger to fly with the dog from SLC to Washington D.C. The guy was flying standby and was able to carryon the dog for free. After many many problems, including running out of food, missing flights, etc. "Vader" arrived, and we fell in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRS7z9gBcJ8/Tkh3_e1AOoI/AAAAAAAADzM/eitVwYqtiis/s1600/IMG_6629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640890465772386946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRS7z9gBcJ8/Tkh3_e1AOoI/AAAAAAAADzM/eitVwYqtiis/s320/IMG_6629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ir5GYtbpJ5o/Tkh3_A3EAPI/AAAAAAAADzE/YGrm-Ogytlw/s1600/IMG_6553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640890457727959282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ir5GYtbpJ5o/Tkh3_A3EAPI/AAAAAAAADzE/YGrm-Ogytlw/s320/IMG_6553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7v-15T-0xYg/Tkh3_NenFOI/AAAAAAAADy8/23HW74-eEzw/s1600/IMG_6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640890461115061474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7v-15T-0xYg/Tkh3_NenFOI/AAAAAAAADy8/23HW74-eEzw/s320/IMG_6531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxYkNKc0Zcw/Tkh3-4w4AmI/AAAAAAAADy0/BmK8fziEUDw/s1600/IMG_6526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640890455554523746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxYkNKc0Zcw/Tkh3-4w4AmI/AAAAAAAADy0/BmK8fziEUDw/s320/IMG_6526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us a while to come up with the perfect name for him, and we really wanted to keep it in the Star Wars family. I wanted to name him Yoda, or General Grievous, but once we agreed on Vader, it fit. Vader has changed our lives 100%. We never thought a puppy would be so hard, and that potty training would be so tedious. He has had a slew or health problems already, and is finally on the mend. His biggest issue being a massive hernia on his belly. His doctor wants to neuter him in a few weeks but we are very reluctant to have him fixed so early. The reason behind such an early fixin' is to fix the hernia at the same time. The hernia doesn't seem to be bothering him, so we decided to keep a close eye on it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista and Vader have a love/hate relationship. When he is content she will bite him, and when she is content he will bite her. Chewy doesn't seem to mind him very much, and I swear sits and laughs at him all day long from a distance. Vader is a huge babe magnet and gets attention everywhere he goes. He is a big love bug to everyone, but can get a wild mean hair. Kindof like the real Darth Vader.  We love little Vader, and are grateful for the crazy adventures he has brought and will bring to our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-6397488187608689485?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6397488187608689485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=6397488187608689485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6397488187608689485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6397488187608689485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/08/announcing.html' title='Announcing...'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB7cb7Wskc8/Tkh3-rHCqUI/AAAAAAAADys/APr6qzjCWxY/s72-c/IMG_6330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5738313102185422232</id><published>2011-06-12T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:11:12.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Bother"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0ZQMsLSDzw/TfTIihclqCI/AAAAAAAADyM/DsPze0DjxRE/s1600/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0ZQMsLSDzw/TfTIihclqCI/AAAAAAAADyM/DsPze0DjxRE/s320/pooh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617335130657237026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Pooh bear have a love/hate relationship. I love Winnie The Pooh and always have. I was Winnie The Pooh for Halloween when I was little, my nickname growing up was "Quinnie The Pooh", one of my favorite movies to watch growing up featured "that silly old bear", and I still to this day know every little jingle that Pooh sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does the hate come into play? Everytime I see the honey loving bear I am reminded of the hole in my heart, my daughter who was taken too soon. And yet, I am happy to be reminded of the 9 joyous months spent with her in my womb. Finding Winnie The Pooh decor, stuffed animals, blankets, pictures, quotes, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can such a spunky lovable bear leave such a huge impact on someones life? Not only does seeing a Pooh bear remind me of my sweet angel, his words of wisdom leave tears to my eyes every time. Yesterday I was shopping and found a beautifully framed quote from Pooh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Promise me you'll never forget me&lt;br /&gt;because if I thought you would &lt;br /&gt;I'd never leave" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first time I have seen that quote, and I felt like Preslie was saying it to me. I am grateful that Chris and I decided to associate my favorite bear with my favorite angel. Although Preslie is not here with us, the smiling bear never ceases to make me forget the impact such a small baby can have on one's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5738313102185422232?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5738313102185422232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5738313102185422232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5738313102185422232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5738313102185422232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-bother.html' title='&quot;Oh Bother&quot;'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0ZQMsLSDzw/TfTIihclqCI/AAAAAAAADyM/DsPze0DjxRE/s72-c/pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8436991975118894636</id><published>2011-06-09T11:09:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:39:28.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald McCall Trip 2011</title><content type='html'>Last weekend our family had it's first family vacation. My parents planned a wonderful trip up to McCall for a few days. Our first stop was a flee market, and then we headed to Route 55 Diner for lunch. It wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kBCVhCLfvQ/TfDjYprTKHI/AAAAAAAADsM/-xflzfjuGeo/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kBCVhCLfvQ/TfDjYprTKHI/AAAAAAAADsM/-xflzfjuGeo/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616238747974838386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBJTMqwKr8k/TfDjZcSbmWI/AAAAAAAADsc/gVjZJZ60caI/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rBJTMqwKr8k/TfDjZcSbmWI/AAAAAAAADsc/gVjZJZ60caI/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616238761560742242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeCX6P-fqzI/TfDjZMElYnI/AAAAAAAADsU/D6FURHW8ubs/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yeCX6P-fqzI/TfDjZMElYnI/AAAAAAAADsU/D6FURHW8ubs/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616238757207695986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabin was massive! 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and lots of room. My parents had their own separate apartment that was over the garage. The beach was only a 5 minute walk away. We decided to check that out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyNRiz3tj0g/TfDjaJ1PUbI/AAAAAAAADss/72vVPoTQt6k/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyNRiz3tj0g/TfDjaJ1PUbI/AAAAAAAADss/72vVPoTQt6k/s320/079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616238773786333618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0IV78irCCk/TfDlew6IHnI/AAAAAAAADs0/vbICERMgrsc/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0IV78irCCk/TfDlew6IHnI/AAAAAAAADs0/vbICERMgrsc/s320/087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616241052018548338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zCBIGDYHRQ/TfDjZ8-u8iI/AAAAAAAADsk/RS0OXl2ZJoU/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zCBIGDYHRQ/TfDjZ8-u8iI/AAAAAAAADsk/RS0OXl2ZJoU/s320/047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616238770336494114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Kyle made a huge fire and we roasted smores while my Dad told a wonderful story about making your life a heaven. We bought those giant marshmallows and they were so big they wouldn't cook all the way through. We all decided that next time we will stick with regular ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAoGvo-x8bY/TfDlgpzazUI/AAAAAAAADtU/QbNcSYYiKwU/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAoGvo-x8bY/TfDlgpzazUI/AAAAAAAADtU/QbNcSYYiKwU/s320/107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616241084471102786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q28GwiL0fj0/TfDlgbkW54I/AAAAAAAADtM/p9ajo63sO2o/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q28GwiL0fj0/TfDlgbkW54I/AAAAAAAADtM/p9ajo63sO2o/s320/106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616241080649836418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IRLzJ96z0/TfDlft-_ZZI/AAAAAAAADtE/QoyFsQtQVk8/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8IRLzJ96z0/TfDlft-_ZZI/AAAAAAAADtE/QoyFsQtQVk8/s320/102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616241068413511058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPcLsGhlw4E/TfDlfJAz0YI/AAAAAAAADs8/ptlmfTWfmVw/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPcLsGhlw4E/TfDlfJAz0YI/AAAAAAAADs8/ptlmfTWfmVw/s320/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616241058489028994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we rented a boat. Half of us woke up early and took the boat for a spin, while the rest of us slept in and got ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--M2KBC_2ToE/TfDm4EFelxI/AAAAAAAADtk/8uR9LO0MZFI/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--M2KBC_2ToE/TfDm4EFelxI/AAAAAAAADtk/8uR9LO0MZFI/s320/113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616242586174789394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNnqRBT13fc/TfDm3y43n3I/AAAAAAAADtc/ENMEge5KjGw/s1600/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNnqRBT13fc/TfDm3y43n3I/AAAAAAAADtc/ENMEge5KjGw/s320/112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616242581558501234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista was unsure of the boat ride, and let us know it. She was adorable! All she wanted was for me to snuggle her, since it was so windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lkvPYCEZjE/TfDm41W1lDI/AAAAAAAADts/1-bo1T9Pga4/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4lkvPYCEZjE/TfDm41W1lDI/AAAAAAAADts/1-bo1T9Pga4/s320/128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616242599400936498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MkQKGI9LRa4/TfDm5Y0vx4I/AAAAAAAADt8/BQ4Z752XZhI/s1600/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MkQKGI9LRa4/TfDm5Y0vx4I/AAAAAAAADt8/BQ4Z752XZhI/s320/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616242608921626498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFhLBxDG9g/TfDm5LHFY4I/AAAAAAAADt0/c8bzEiYn0Xc/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFhLBxDG9g/TfDm5LHFY4I/AAAAAAAADt0/c8bzEiYn0Xc/s320/140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616242605240443778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few brave souls decided they would tube. Unfortunatly Mikelle and Merrick didn't last long on the tube, and were hit hard by the water. They scared the rest of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikelle before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yVNomcWyYo/TfDoPS_WeNI/AAAAAAAADuM/cxM_sgxiRyA/s1600/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yVNomcWyYo/TfDoPS_WeNI/AAAAAAAADuM/cxM_sgxiRyA/s320/172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244084824242386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikelle after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDq4JmPbpGQ/TfDoP9A_jfI/AAAAAAAADuU/tB8lEONBeYA/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDq4JmPbpGQ/TfDoP9A_jfI/AAAAAAAADuU/tB8lEONBeYA/s320/177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244096105418226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPA4zicl9LY/TfDoQFuBFTI/AAAAAAAADuc/Rv4Q6ht8LcA/s1600/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPA4zicl9LY/TfDoQFuBFTI/AAAAAAAADuc/Rv4Q6ht8LcA/s320/184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244098441745714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad, Kyle, and Kipley were the champions and did awesome without falling into the ice water. My Dad even went twice. We were so nervous to watch him, in fear that he would fall in the water and go into shock. Luckily that wasn't the case, and he rocked that tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZqpCtNz-K8/TfDp7B9ZOhI/AAAAAAAADu0/uyl8Fon8j2w/s1600/291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZqpCtNz-K8/TfDp7B9ZOhI/AAAAAAAADu0/uyl8Fon8j2w/s320/291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616245935678503442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVGHhMMCDp0/TfDp6h5-ZGI/AAAAAAAADus/U8eOJF8ObwI/s1600/295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVGHhMMCDp0/TfDp6h5-ZGI/AAAAAAAADus/U8eOJF8ObwI/s320/295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616245927074227298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey was in charge of raising the flag, while Craig drove the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq6eyTd5Ing/TfDoQRbgTKI/AAAAAAAADuk/b9JF1pmUzGU/s1600/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq6eyTd5Ing/TfDoQRbgTKI/AAAAAAAADuk/b9JF1pmUzGU/s320/188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244101585325218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMMR1G9uOdk/TfDp8GMg-RI/AAAAAAAADvE/Ernx3NeqsdE/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NMMR1G9uOdk/TfDp8GMg-RI/AAAAAAAADvE/Ernx3NeqsdE/s320/135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616245953995536658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista eventually warmed up to the boat, and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Jza4I2y-wo/TfDp8tELCPI/AAAAAAAADvM/ZjPqw-sWeL0/s1600/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Jza4I2y-wo/TfDp8tELCPI/AAAAAAAADvM/ZjPqw-sWeL0/s320/296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616245964429527282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a stab at driving the boat. It lasted about 1 minute, it scared me way too much to go fast. I am a slow boat driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-736k-eNue5c/TfDp7hXW5zI/AAAAAAAADu8/HmNRRENiduQ/s1600/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-736k-eNue5c/TfDp7hXW5zI/AAAAAAAADu8/HmNRRENiduQ/s320/323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616245944108902194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Em9NkhVmP0w/TfDoPLkY3KI/AAAAAAAADuE/PFj4u3Sig-o/s1600/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Em9NkhVmP0w/TfDoPLkY3KI/AAAAAAAADuE/PFj4u3Sig-o/s320/167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616244082832104610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours boating they dropped Arista and I off, while they continued on the lake. We spent the next few hours visiting and laughing. Later that night a few of us went to Zim's Hot Springs. There were 2 pools, one was 105 degrees and the other was 98 degrees. They were so hot, after 5 minutes we were ready to go. We stayed until they closed, and then headed back to the cabin. The water felt really nice, and we are glad that we went. Especially after freezing all day on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFSIvoKNujw/TfDr6cNKSeI/AAAAAAAADvs/V87mUWzmte4/s1600/869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFSIvoKNujw/TfDr6cNKSeI/AAAAAAAADvs/V87mUWzmte4/s320/869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616248124567341538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpgpUSm6OiY/TfDr5zCjKqI/AAAAAAAADvk/Khi_NaRQRJ0/s1600/870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpgpUSm6OiY/TfDr5zCjKqI/AAAAAAAADvk/Khi_NaRQRJ0/s320/870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616248113516980898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7UOhLtPF3A/TfDr5GETLHI/AAAAAAAADvc/tHymUTkaV0c/s1600/865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7UOhLtPF3A/TfDr5GETLHI/AAAAAAAADvc/tHymUTkaV0c/s320/865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616248101444725874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VZrzTIOD14/TfDr4-m9nCI/AAAAAAAADvU/4YzYNxeNtc0/s1600/864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VZrzTIOD14/TfDr4-m9nCI/AAAAAAAADvU/4YzYNxeNtc0/s320/864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616248099442629666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Dad, Kyle, Mikelle, Craig, and Chris went shooting while Kipley napped, and Mom, Kelsey and I chatted. The shooters found a great spot to shoot up a hill, but soon was told they couldn't shoot there. They then found another spot. I can't believe my husband shot a gun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRLW4kiOiZA/TfDvwPKJrPI/AAAAAAAADv8/jYFnR8RadwE/s1600/888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lRLW4kiOiZA/TfDvwPKJrPI/AAAAAAAADv8/jYFnR8RadwE/s320/888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616252347312876786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WQodwt2YRM/TfDvvxKqguI/AAAAAAAADv0/FbLkNZ7rzPc/s1600/880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WQodwt2YRM/TfDvvxKqguI/AAAAAAAADv0/FbLkNZ7rzPc/s320/880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616252339261965026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone got back home Dad, Chris, Kipley, Merrick and I went on a hike in Ponderosa State Park. I wanted the hardest hike in the park, and it wasn't too bad. Not 5 minutes into the hike did I see a snake in the bushes. I wanted everyone to see it, so I picked up a rock and threw it into the bush. Right by the rock was another snake! Chris' worst fear is snakes, so needless to say we hiked fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjOvcTgKZyY/TfDz5V7yUNI/AAAAAAAADw8/onVRW-mzTeM/s1600/892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjOvcTgKZyY/TfDz5V7yUNI/AAAAAAAADw8/onVRW-mzTeM/s320/892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616256901797007570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYdA4p2W_D8/TfDz4x_bDiI/AAAAAAAADw0/Y_CWXWlzZOg/s1600/893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYdA4p2W_D8/TfDz4x_bDiI/AAAAAAAADw0/Y_CWXWlzZOg/s320/893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616256892148583970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ84vJne6Z8/TfDy9BlE5-I/AAAAAAAADws/t3kIqUf_bV0/s1600/934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ84vJne6Z8/TfDy9BlE5-I/AAAAAAAADws/t3kIqUf_bV0/s320/934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616255865540896738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SadG4wFxHLA/TfDy82Y_1UI/AAAAAAAADwk/E-tpJXbahTQ/s1600/940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SadG4wFxHLA/TfDy82Y_1UI/AAAAAAAADwk/E-tpJXbahTQ/s320/940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616255862537442626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_YhYPhcvxE/TfDy8rSk3hI/AAAAAAAADwc/xEM0pu1sO60/s1600/938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_YhYPhcvxE/TfDy8rSk3hI/AAAAAAAADwc/xEM0pu1sO60/s320/938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616255859557719570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dq1EQUDn5F8/TfDyABAxfhI/AAAAAAAADwM/oXoPUUJT7eM/s1600/907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dq1EQUDn5F8/TfDyABAxfhI/AAAAAAAADwM/oXoPUUJT7eM/s320/907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616254817416609298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxoZ-dC47HU/TfDyAjWIFzI/AAAAAAAADwU/Lfc9YAxK7vk/s1600/933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxoZ-dC47HU/TfDyAjWIFzI/AAAAAAAADwU/Lfc9YAxK7vk/s320/933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616254826632976178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful hike, and just what I wanted. After the hike Chris, Merrick, Kiple and I went to play tennis at the local high school. After a few sets my Dad played. While he was running for a ball he tripped and fell. It was the scariest thing, and we are so glad that he wasn't seriously hurt. It knocked the wind out of him good, but luckily that was all. When we arrived home there was a roaring fire, and we roasted smores for the final time, while my Mom told us a story about honesty. Perfect ending to a perfect trip. Later that night my parenst went and watched "The Great Outdoors" while we partied it up karaoke style. Unfortunatly Mikelle and Kyle had to leave that day to drive back to Meridian, since Mikelle had class the next morning. We also played Mario Party and I WON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZD2M97Xs1U/TfD1OXYuXWI/AAAAAAAADxk/YfiIcn6Iyms/s1600/960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZD2M97Xs1U/TfD1OXYuXWI/AAAAAAAADxk/YfiIcn6Iyms/s320/960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616258362475699554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjWJqX-M-a8/TfD1NxHhQQI/AAAAAAAADxc/SbqPoSJwIpk/s1600/969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjWJqX-M-a8/TfD1NxHhQQI/AAAAAAAADxc/SbqPoSJwIpk/s320/969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616258352202989826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r70WA0foqQU/TfD1NmGPjZI/AAAAAAAADxU/KNH2PXUkiT4/s1600/968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r70WA0foqQU/TfD1NmGPjZI/AAAAAAAADxU/KNH2PXUkiT4/s320/968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616258349244845458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-pRteM6tQw/TfD1NIBI4MI/AAAAAAAADxM/qRRuFKeYIb0/s1600/984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-pRteM6tQw/TfD1NIBI4MI/AAAAAAAADxM/qRRuFKeYIb0/s320/984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616258341170372802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-109j_Ia5r9w/TfD1M_tIV4I/AAAAAAAADxE/lYXJcZ_PKeM/s1600/980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-109j_Ia5r9w/TfD1M_tIV4I/AAAAAAAADxE/lYXJcZ_PKeM/s320/980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616258338938967938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up, packed and left. We took a detour drive up to Tamarack, and then stopped at Route 55 Diner for lunch. It tasted so yummy this time around. After lunch we stopped in Horseshoe Bend to fish for a while. It was very windy and freezing, so we didn't stay long enough to catch a fish. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kepb8cntjYA/TfD2PR8bQBI/AAAAAAAADyE/6qQlHGePVjY/s1600/1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kepb8cntjYA/TfD2PR8bQBI/AAAAAAAADyE/6qQlHGePVjY/s320/1027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616259477706326034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fu02QUSqouM/TfD2Ox7c6qI/AAAAAAAADx8/NqiZsb1VGsU/s1600/992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fu02QUSqouM/TfD2Ox7c6qI/AAAAAAAADx8/NqiZsb1VGsU/s320/992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616259469112306338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq6Z1eymYRw/TfD2OQ_KUAI/AAAAAAAADx0/pIQFRhzhJ3I/s1600/1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq6Z1eymYRw/TfD2OQ_KUAI/AAAAAAAADx0/pIQFRhzhJ3I/s320/1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616259460269494274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kpn-T9vHr0/TfD2OKRnudI/AAAAAAAADxs/3uACzn1Xf-w/s1600/1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kpn-T9vHr0/TfD2OKRnudI/AAAAAAAADxs/3uACzn1Xf-w/s320/1020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616259458467871186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home safely after a terrific trip. We all had such a great time, and can't wait to do another family vacation someday soon! Thanks Mom and Dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8436991975118894636?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8436991975118894636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8436991975118894636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8436991975118894636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8436991975118894636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/06/mcdonald-mccall-trip-2011.html' title='McDonald McCall Trip 2011'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kBCVhCLfvQ/TfDjYprTKHI/AAAAAAAADsM/-xflzfjuGeo/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-4271295381692961576</id><published>2011-06-08T02:45:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:15:53.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'd Rather Be In Idaho Eating Baked Potatoes"</title><content type='html'>After 8 hours of bumpy flights, airport elevators, computer malfunctions, 2 anxiety attacks, biting toddler, delayed flight, and grouchy parents...we &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; made it to Boise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCFw2A-Wf3s/Te8buJXb3kI/AAAAAAAADoE/jph1TQJSsuA/s1600/414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615737739956444738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCFw2A-Wf3s/Te8buJXb3kI/AAAAAAAADoE/jph1TQJSsuA/s320/414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQLQVWguGFQ/Te8btl2mcjI/AAAAAAAADn8/PXkFSvUejjQ/s1600/412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615737730423484978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQLQVWguGFQ/Te8btl2mcjI/AAAAAAAADn8/PXkFSvUejjQ/s320/412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBXbupmjpNA/Te8btUVY9_I/AAAAAAAADn0/vu0kyPo9BF4/s1600/395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615737725720786930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBXbupmjpNA/Te8btUVY9_I/AAAAAAAADn0/vu0kyPo9BF4/s320/395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPOYKwM1IZk/Te8btPQz8II/AAAAAAAADns/b9r52zs6QvE/s1600/394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615737724359405698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPOYKwM1IZk/Te8btPQz8II/AAAAAAAADns/b9r52zs6QvE/s320/394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day was my sister Kipley's high school graduation. She graduated as her school's Salutatorian, and was asked to speak at the event. She gave an amazing speech which brought tears to a lot of eyes. It's hard to believe that my baby sister will be going to college this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lluKhzatDlM/Te8c0VyBdPI/AAAAAAAADoU/ywOCqkn0h98/s1600/441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615738945880028402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lluKhzatDlM/Te8c0VyBdPI/AAAAAAAADoU/ywOCqkn0h98/s320/441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4l2q0n8JuY/Te8cz84Z5qI/AAAAAAAADoM/-hszgk0HIk8/s1600/436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615738939195909794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4l2q0n8JuY/Te8cz84Z5qI/AAAAAAAADoM/-hszgk0HIk8/s320/436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the grand event I made Arista a silver and blue skirt to match the school colors. She hated it, and I ended up holding her the back of the auditorium the entire graduation because she was so upset. She fell asleep right before it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvbaPqVYfWs/Te8hfBr73BI/AAAAAAAADpk/0C3rgkzZCOM/s1600/573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvbaPqVYfWs/Te8hfBr73BI/AAAAAAAADpk/0C3rgkzZCOM/s320/573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615744077266672658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQ8WNthUG8k/Te8hexPicZI/AAAAAAAADpc/WMInItlOOZQ/s1600/556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQ8WNthUG8k/Te8hexPicZI/AAAAAAAADpc/WMInItlOOZQ/s320/556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615744072852599186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJNHjxZcsAU/Te8heh1uQpI/AAAAAAAADpU/mfsarm7TzAw/s1600/566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJNHjxZcsAU/Te8heh1uQpI/AAAAAAAADpU/mfsarm7TzAw/s320/566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615744068717789842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-teLwid2x-6Q/Te8hdsq9QVI/AAAAAAAADpE/u5MMRlT1MfA/s1600/539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-teLwid2x-6Q/Te8hdsq9QVI/AAAAAAAADpE/u5MMRlT1MfA/s320/539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615744054445556050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the graduation we went back to my parent's and partied. My Mom made a delicious cake, and we had some incredible steak with baked potatoes. We ended the night dancing to some MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz4lao012MM/Te8iIm_TdlI/AAAAAAAADps/2MIxp_d9PDc/s1600/426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz4lao012MM/Te8iIm_TdlI/AAAAAAAADps/2MIxp_d9PDc/s320/426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615744791654659666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were spent playing with my siblings, and getting in as much Daddy time as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4PmX7F250Y/Te8jzLrENwI/AAAAAAAADqM/1gsTaZATK4c/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4PmX7F250Y/Te8jzLrENwI/AAAAAAAADqM/1gsTaZATK4c/s320/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615746622568019714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAY2WzCZp2o/Te8jy02SeyI/AAAAAAAADqE/Vu1M3Aywvfc/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAY2WzCZp2o/Te8jy02SeyI/AAAAAAAADqE/Vu1M3Aywvfc/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615746616441076514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzPxNhV2XRA/Te8jyLmQVwI/AAAAAAAADp0/rc2zSgoKjGE/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzPxNhV2XRA/Te8jyLmQVwI/AAAAAAAADp0/rc2zSgoKjGE/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615746605367973634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista LOVES Jager my older sister Kelsey's dog, and loves getting Jager kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV6AgX_azUA/Te8jzva3-1I/AAAAAAAADqU/LTjfuw0R2Os/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV6AgX_azUA/Te8jzva3-1I/AAAAAAAADqU/LTjfuw0R2Os/s320/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615746632163785554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista wakes up every morning and plays the piano, at one point we even heard the tune "this old man". She is gifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNPdQvS3VAo/Te8lXSoF6AI/AAAAAAAADqc/n3wIOunUukw/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNPdQvS3VAo/Te8lXSoF6AI/AAAAAAAADqc/n3wIOunUukw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615748342421514242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out that my sister Kelsey and brother-in-law Craig are having a baby boy. I was fortunate and lucky enough to be invited to the big ultrasound. He is adorable, and looks like a spitting image of his Daddy. He had his legs spread wide open, so there was no denying that it was Kenneth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2mTuC_hOUrw/Te8lYrdtAUI/AAAAAAAADq0/EWPfsSjEG0Y/s1600/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2mTuC_hOUrw/Te8lYrdtAUI/AAAAAAAADq0/EWPfsSjEG0Y/s320/115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615748366268694850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_QnRjNChMk/Te8lYIQz0iI/AAAAAAAADqs/rFSbtgy26ZM/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_QnRjNChMk/Te8lYIQz0iI/AAAAAAAADqs/rFSbtgy26ZM/s320/110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615748356819374626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HT27aTDJZ0/Te8lXkgj0-I/AAAAAAAADqk/tAPBn8XAYUc/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HT27aTDJZ0/Te8lXkgj0-I/AAAAAAAADqk/tAPBn8XAYUc/s320/106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615748347221758946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Meridian they have Happy Meal Tuesday, so of course we couldn't miss that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaB1w82OLuc/Te8lY418KTI/AAAAAAAADq8/A43Zz5pej-I/s1600/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaB1w82OLuc/Te8lY418KTI/AAAAAAAADq8/A43Zz5pej-I/s320/117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615748369860012338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my sister Mikelle, her boyfriend Kyle, Arista, Chris and I went to the Boise Zoo. It was a perfect afternoon, because no one was there. Arista loved going down the giant giraffe slide with everyone, especially her daddy. While Chris was on his way down he ripped a hole in his new shorts. That didn't stop him from wearing them the rest of the trip though. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBzBHwX1PTs/Te-OIsE0t6I/AAAAAAAADrE/VQEfg1gY9cM/s1600/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBzBHwX1PTs/Te-OIsE0t6I/AAAAAAAADrE/VQEfg1gY9cM/s320/147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615863540275787682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDyE2zbXWT0/Te-O-NaTeCI/AAAAAAAADrc/pazSGDxwTdw/s1600/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDyE2zbXWT0/Te-O-NaTeCI/AAAAAAAADrc/pazSGDxwTdw/s320/161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615864459757320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_bDR4x73_0/Te-O9q9iDUI/AAAAAAAADrU/HZYlqikm6RM/s1600/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_bDR4x73_0/Te-O9q9iDUI/AAAAAAAADrU/HZYlqikm6RM/s320/162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615864450509835586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NllvHi8pCeM/Te-O9ayozjI/AAAAAAAADrM/wFiHwn5eH3E/s1600/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NllvHi8pCeM/Te-O9ayozjI/AAAAAAAADrM/wFiHwn5eH3E/s320/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615864446169173554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDU41tQyYg8/Te-PdsjY9UI/AAAAAAAADrk/0U4_3hl3zd0/s1600/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDU41tQyYg8/Te-PdsjY9UI/AAAAAAAADrk/0U4_3hl3zd0/s320/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615865000692872514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvPlgSUMN4E/Te-QJ-riQgI/AAAAAAAADr0/QuQDxAFUISA/s1600/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvPlgSUMN4E/Te-QJ-riQgI/AAAAAAAADr0/QuQDxAFUISA/s320/181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615865761473118722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQAhSDb1SJM/Te-QICeXt1I/AAAAAAAADrs/bHsF39K39DI/s1600/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQAhSDb1SJM/Te-QICeXt1I/AAAAAAAADrs/bHsF39K39DI/s320/142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615865728131905362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly I forgot to charge the battery on my camera, so I will have to upload them from my sister's phone. We were able to go through the new butterfly exhibit which was incredible. We had butterflies all over us! We fed the goats kibble, and even fed the prairie dogs. It was so fun. After the zoo we went to the famous Big Juds. We ordered the big 2 pound burger and Mikelle, Kyle and Chris all split it. They said it was delicious, and they wanted to try the challenge someday. I'll post pictures of that later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-4271295381692961576?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4271295381692961576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=4271295381692961576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/4271295381692961576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/4271295381692961576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/06/id-rather-be-in-idaho-eating-baked.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d Rather Be In Idaho Eating Baked Potatoes&quot;'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCFw2A-Wf3s/Te8buJXb3kI/AAAAAAAADoE/jph1TQJSsuA/s72-c/414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5715443193292659204</id><published>2011-06-08T02:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T02:42:56.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On The Saddle Again</title><content type='html'>I decided our life is just way too fun and interesting to be kept private, plus I feel bad that not everyone knows how to view it while private.  So we will try it public again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5715443193292659204?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5715443193292659204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5715443193292659204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5715443193292659204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5715443193292659204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-on-saddle-again.html' title='Back On The Saddle Again'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1768066071188311227</id><published>2011-05-24T23:25:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:34:22.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Precious Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6qqaRmqV3Q/TdyCHArMXDI/AAAAAAAADnI/ec9IvnPh9EU/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6qqaRmqV3Q/TdyCHArMXDI/AAAAAAAADnI/ec9IvnPh9EU/s320/166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610502292748655666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silly, beautiful, energetic, outrageous, and absolutely lovely girl turned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;months on Saturday. To celebrate the occasion we took her to her favorite place. Chuck E Cheese's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp7zxhEMZO4/Tdx3ZfIqTAI/AAAAAAAADkw/17f5zMJnqJQ/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610490515535055874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp7zxhEMZO4/Tdx3ZfIqTAI/AAAAAAAADkw/17f5zMJnqJQ/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZykdsELQ9do/Tdx3ZH8agKI/AAAAAAAADko/EWpx-K75IAE/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610490509309673634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZykdsELQ9do/Tdx3ZH8agKI/AAAAAAAADko/EWpx-K75IAE/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMFLEEwlmHk/Tdx3ZDSvOSI/AAAAAAAADkg/k0F4zsMzWLE/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610490508061128994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMFLEEwlmHk/Tdx3ZDSvOSI/AAAAAAAADkg/k0F4zsMzWLE/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, we forced her on this ride. We both had to ride it when we were little, we had to carry on the tradition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After riding some fun rides we bought her favorite cotton candy, then took her next door to Walmart to pick out a toy. With a little help she picked out this automatic ball machine that shoots out balls. Her friend Sam has one, and she LOVES it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VsJKj7-H_0/Tdx3Z9y17AI/AAAAAAAADk4/JXy5MrdEMg4/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610490523765042178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VsJKj7-H_0/Tdx3Z9y17AI/AAAAAAAADk4/JXy5MrdEMg4/s320/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we picked up her toy we met Chad, Sue, and Aunt Marissa for dinner at Panera. Then Chris and I had to go to the Mormon Prom, while Arista had a sleepover with Grandma and Grandpa Martin. We had a great time, and Arista had a great time. A woman in my ward and I were in charge of putting together a display of Asia. I made the pagoda with a little help, the pillows, and the rug. My friend Cassandra made over 50 Oragami cranes to hang on the fresh bamboo, they were adorable. It looked amazing! Here is what we came up with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGWgo9-RsZs/TdyFQZuEzBI/AAAAAAAADnY/1ZxIYNMwEHs/s1600/asia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGWgo9-RsZs/TdyFQZuEzBI/AAAAAAAADnY/1ZxIYNMwEHs/s320/asia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610505752625335314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWXgpxNZGtY/Tdx4o8PmjPI/AAAAAAAADlQ/QVR9yIy7tMw/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWXgpxNZGtY/Tdx4o8PmjPI/AAAAAAAADlQ/QVR9yIy7tMw/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610491880558464242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ickxR4PpORs/Tdx4osSIEVI/AAAAAAAADlI/kTQYVzvH_F0/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ickxR4PpORs/Tdx4osSIEVI/AAAAAAAADlI/kTQYVzvH_F0/s320/093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610491876274082130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYNY8FAtzG4/Tdx4oaId2LI/AAAAAAAADlA/T9ZL0Efp9_8/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYNY8FAtzG4/Tdx4oaId2LI/AAAAAAAADlA/T9ZL0Efp9_8/s320/092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610491871401728178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista went to nursery for the first time a week before her half birthday(5/15). She ran right in and started playing with the toys. I peeked in a few times to make sure she was doing well, and after an hour I looked in and she was bawling. I decided to go in there with her and sit with her for a while. After I felt like she was fine, I snuck out. I was later informed that she cried the rest of the time. Her second time at nursery was a complete meltdown, and I ended up bringing her to Primary with me. I am hoping that she adjusts soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdasT0olHcs/Tdx572PoPnI/AAAAAAAADlY/xiYuSd0HsYA/s1600/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdasT0olHcs/Tdx572PoPnI/AAAAAAAADlY/xiYuSd0HsYA/s320/209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610493304877104754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista is growing up like a weed. She loves to eat waffles, fruit snacks, fruit loops, yogurt, M&amp;Ms and ice cream cones. She still loves her troll doll, and has adopted other babies as well. She has a cute little stroller that she puts them in around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiy26W4JceE/Tdx7N3Wc9qI/AAAAAAAADlg/sOgt2R2ZFMs/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiy26W4JceE/Tdx7N3Wc9qI/AAAAAAAADlg/sOgt2R2ZFMs/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610494713923434146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista love love loves to go grocery shopping, and quite enjoys putting anything and everything into her shopping cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bf4g2KKT2_8/Tdx7O-CFFMI/AAAAAAAADl4/AqxBC5jku0o/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bf4g2KKT2_8/Tdx7O-CFFMI/AAAAAAAADl4/AqxBC5jku0o/s320/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610494732896900290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything Arista LOVES to be outside. She loves to swing on the swings and play with her friends at the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtxqL9mzaq8/Tdx7OhzgbCI/AAAAAAAADlw/ZTZassAXY3k/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtxqL9mzaq8/Tdx7OhzgbCI/AAAAAAAADlw/ZTZassAXY3k/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610494725319584802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4LEy_w4eqbQ/Tdx7OLG0blI/AAAAAAAADlo/bMUPGjdr0jM/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4LEy_w4eqbQ/Tdx7OLG0blI/AAAAAAAADlo/bMUPGjdr0jM/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610494719226572370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista's friends all have binkys so she loves to pretend that she uses one too. She especially loves to ride her unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UoNtbqhqT0/Tdx7PKifNqI/AAAAAAAADmA/MePfbmIgSUY/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UoNtbqhqT0/Tdx7PKifNqI/AAAAAAAADmA/MePfbmIgSUY/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610494736254056098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0LdVNupcPA/Tdx_YC0ti6I/AAAAAAAADmg/qX-U0gb3BFY/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0LdVNupcPA/Tdx_YC0ti6I/AAAAAAAADmg/qX-U0gb3BFY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610499286848342946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista enjoys being pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4C3xYL32RzM/Tdx90jRoDLI/AAAAAAAADmI/HswHQvvO8nc/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4C3xYL32RzM/Tdx90jRoDLI/AAAAAAAADmI/HswHQvvO8nc/s320/070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610497577572633778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Arista has been watching Grandma and Grandpa Martin and Daddy play tennis. She wants to be a star one day, and has already began taking lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Ug_W5cIC4/Tdx91Ek74LI/AAAAAAAADmY/eQNLPyrccEw/s1600/193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Ug_W5cIC4/Tdx91Ek74LI/AAAAAAAADmY/eQNLPyrccEw/s320/193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610497586511995058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHAhU74sRUw/Tdx903g8h4I/AAAAAAAADmQ/70mzBIRbLGI/s1600/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHAhU74sRUw/Tdx903g8h4I/AAAAAAAADmQ/70mzBIRbLGI/s320/180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610497583005599618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista has her first boyfriend Sam. He is exactly one month older than her. Arista showed him who was boss the first time he came over to play, by giving him a love bite. Arista loves playing at the park with him, and riding the animals. She hopes that he won't forget her when she is gone for a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHyn8ZgZKSU/Tdx_YRBKFpI/AAAAAAAADmo/9J7scRT2LSo/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHyn8ZgZKSU/Tdx_YRBKFpI/AAAAAAAADmo/9J7scRT2LSo/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610499290658641554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves Arista more than words, and Arista LOVES Mommy. Separation anxiety has become a real thing for Arista but, secretly I loves it. We have such a great time together during the day, and I am so blessed to be able to spend my days with such a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YaaEyyOe1g/Tdx_Y6BZ6xI/AAAAAAAADm4/DnIUxj6wVKc/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YaaEyyOe1g/Tdx_Y6BZ6xI/AAAAAAAADm4/DnIUxj6wVKc/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610499301665532690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piemOBbJCVo/Tdx_Yt0vBpI/AAAAAAAADmw/-XdC6xKmt18/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piemOBbJCVo/Tdx_Yt0vBpI/AAAAAAAADmw/-XdC6xKmt18/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610499298391164562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista can't wait for Daddy to come home, and runs to the stairs when she hears the door beep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x91Avs-Pu8c/TdyCG6laqpI/AAAAAAAADnA/78VKd61gpXM/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x91Avs-Pu8c/TdyCG6laqpI/AAAAAAAADnA/78VKd61gpXM/s320/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610502291113814674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista stopped nursing officially around the beginning of last month, and has not had any urges to start up again. It was a miserable week for me, but Arista was a champion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista took her first trip to NYC.(post to come soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista can sign "Please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of Arista's teeth are coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista now sleeps in her big girl and only wakes up once a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories and Singing are Arista's favorite things to read and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swear Arista speaks her own language. She loves to gab on our cell phones to family members about everything. We can't wait to hear what she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loves to squeal high pitched to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stroller is not Arista's friend. She would prefer to walk everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled is Arista's favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista bites...everyone. We are working on that. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista is fascinated with home videos of herself, and can watch them all day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista Miracle, I don't know what we would do without you. You have brought so much joy to our lives. Every day is a new adventure, and each moment is priceless. You have such a zest for life, and your smile is contagious to everyone around you. You are very independent and stubborn, which we love. You mean so much to us, and we love you! Thank you for choosing us to be your parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1768066071188311227?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1768066071188311227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1768066071188311227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1768066071188311227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1768066071188311227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/05/18-precious-months.html' title='18 Precious Months'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6qqaRmqV3Q/TdyCHArMXDI/AAAAAAAADnI/ec9IvnPh9EU/s72-c/166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5379901420052810659</id><published>2011-05-24T23:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:25:03.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy &amp; Me Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>For Mother's Day this year Arista and Chris gave me beautiful roses, Glee Karaoke, Micheal Jackson dance revolution, and this beautiful Thomas Kincaid picture of Pinocchio. My Mom also sent me some beautiful Disney signs, and Preslie even sent me something that day as well. Mother's day is such a struggle for me, especially watching all the little primary kids sing to their Mom. I can't wait to hear my daughters sing to me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGwwYJrsNyk/TdxyYCSLM9I/AAAAAAAADjg/LMGQca6bVlg/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGwwYJrsNyk/TdxyYCSLM9I/AAAAAAAADjg/LMGQca6bVlg/s320/085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610484993052324818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QcA4_fJOsE/TdxyXTczFvI/AAAAAAAADjQ/iA9WBV1KqFc/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QcA4_fJOsE/TdxyXTczFvI/AAAAAAAADjQ/iA9WBV1KqFc/s320/082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610484980480415474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHS1NBpxjBw/TdxyYRdb1KI/AAAAAAAADjo/WdYKYG-nbSo/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHS1NBpxjBw/TdxyYRdb1KI/AAAAAAAADjo/WdYKYG-nbSo/s320/216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610484997126083746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day Chris left on a last minute trip to Indiana with his boss for business. He toured insulation factories, and learned all about how it is made. As an added bonus Chris and his boss drove to visit James Dean grave, and a house that has a bunch of memorabilia. Chris said it was a neat experience. Well, unfortunately while Chris was touring away my birthday arrived. Instead of wallow in self-pity I packed Arista up in the car and took her to the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbMgbdHk9Mg/Tdx07vrjDTI/AAAAAAAADkI/l61juViWmQg/s1600/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbMgbdHk9Mg/Tdx07vrjDTI/AAAAAAAADkI/l61juViWmQg/s320/142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610487805557017906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfWnoEvVZt8/Tdx07hSYSQI/AAAAAAAADkA/z2A8YNJLkOk/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfWnoEvVZt8/Tdx07hSYSQI/AAAAAAAADkA/z2A8YNJLkOk/s320/113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610487801693358338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hV8dcq2Zc1U/Tdx07NDJ8LI/AAAAAAAADj4/MIGkDXFfC-c/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hV8dcq2Zc1U/Tdx07NDJ8LI/AAAAAAAADj4/MIGkDXFfC-c/s320/108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610487796260794546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Zoo we went to lunch at my favorite restaurant California Pizza Kitchen. After lunch we walked through Borders, and then went to a delicious yogurt place with our good friend Erin. This place is called Yogi berry, and it is a lot like Fro-Zen-Yo. I love those places! I want to open a franchise in Boise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were through with our yogurt we walked around and then called it a night. Arista and I spent the rest of the night reading stories, watching American Idol, and looking at pictures. It was a perfect Mommy/daughter day, I just wish Preslie would have been there to celebrate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom sent me a wonderful gift this year. She made a birthday kit to use for every birthday celebrated. She made a chair cover for the birthday person, table cloth, banner, pillowcase, and birthday bunny. It was such a creative and thoughtful gift. I can't wait to use it for our next birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH2rreBWkCg/Tdx08Sc30iI/AAAAAAAADkQ/uUr2PVvbDfM/s1600/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH2rreBWkCg/Tdx08Sc30iI/AAAAAAAADkQ/uUr2PVvbDfM/s320/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610487814890705442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crashed hard after our long birthday adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qjju8zpbYg/Tdx08tUPuuI/AAAAAAAADkY/5jRIMBaEJvc/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qjju8zpbYg/Tdx08tUPuuI/AAAAAAAADkY/5jRIMBaEJvc/s320/149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610487822102280930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris made up for missing my birthday by taking Arista and I to Texas De Brazil for dinner that weekend. We had delicious meats, and a yummy dessert. It was well worth the wait. Next year however all I want for my birthday is my husband to spend it with me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GrGMBYpmCI/TdxyY-ssN0I/AAAAAAAADjw/ylygIvU24gQ/s1600/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GrGMBYpmCI/TdxyY-ssN0I/AAAAAAAADjw/ylygIvU24gQ/s320/164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610485009269667650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5379901420052810659?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5379901420052810659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5379901420052810659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5379901420052810659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5379901420052810659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/05/mommy-me-birthday-party.html' title='Mommy &amp; Me Birthday Party'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGwwYJrsNyk/TdxyYCSLM9I/AAAAAAAADjg/LMGQca6bVlg/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-7771271980248846305</id><published>2011-05-22T22:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:09:30.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggstravaganza</title><content type='html'>For Easter this year we decided to host at our house.  The night before around 11:30pm we arrived home from a date night.  While walking in the door Arista and I started pressing buttons on our security system, which doesn't work...or so we thought.  Before we know it sirens are howling as well as Arista.  No matter what we pushed we could not get the alarm to turn off.  We frantically searched the house for anything with a telephone number of the security company or password.  After what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes we found the telephone number and called the security line.  "We are sorry, we can't turn it off unless you have your password, or secret code name."  WHAT?!  We are renters we had no clue that the thing even worked, or was on.  The proceeded to tell us that the police were on their way and would have to talk to them directly to turn the alarm off, just to make sure the house was secure.  5 minutes later a very large police officer arrived, and explained to us that if he had to come back he would write us a ticket for $500.  Chris asked him if he could talk to the security system so we could get the alarm to turn off.  The police officer said he needed to get on the streets, and to figure it out before a ticket was to be written.  After lots of probing and pleading he finally gave into talk to the security people, only to find out that they still would not turn it off without a password or code name. WHAT THE HECK?!  Chris got their customer service on the phone and had to manually dismantle the alarm from the inside of our garage to get it to stop blaring.   "Chris looked at me with sweat dripping down his face and said "Don't ever touch those buttons again."  We had a great laugh about it afterwards.  Man was it an ordeal.  The following day we recieved an email from our landlord in England wondering if everything was okay and telling us that we could use the system free of charge.  At least we got something out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying up WAY too late cleaning and cooking the Easter bunny arrived at our house, leaving Arista a basketfull of goodies.  She was so excited to see what the bunny had brought her.  She recieved a beautiful Easter dress from Grandma and Grandpa McDonald, we a darling little poodle purse that went along with it.  She got a giant baby, candy, and lots of cute clothes from Grandma and Grandpa Martin.  Spoiled?  Heck yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CKnR5JrpsM/TdnMKGytUwI/AAAAAAAADiQ/_neQacuzNjs/s1600/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CKnR5JrpsM/TdnMKGytUwI/AAAAAAAADiQ/_neQacuzNjs/s320/222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609739284860719874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmiEtJlU7Ok/TdnMJ2Sm9vI/AAAAAAAADiI/OkzDX7rVduQ/s1600/223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmiEtJlU7Ok/TdnMJ2Sm9vI/AAAAAAAADiI/OkzDX7rVduQ/s320/223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609739280431118066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing what we got, we headed off to 8am church.  We had a beautiful Easter program, and a wonderful meeting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnN0DYCvC4U/TdnM0Yk8naI/AAAAAAAADiY/DveX1sjeMug/s1600/252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnN0DYCvC4U/TdnM0Yk8naI/AAAAAAAADiY/DveX1sjeMug/s320/252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609740011189345698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go all out for dinner this year, and since we were having guests I made the most out of everything I made.  I decided to make my very first cheesecake, but not only was it chesecake it was Carrot Cake AND Cheesecake.  If you have ever had Cheesecake Factory's Craigs Crazy Carrot Cake, it tasted exactly like that.  It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdSmB7WN-94/TdnM0r0cF3I/AAAAAAAADig/8oDl7d6FYOc/s1600/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdSmB7WN-94/TdnM0r0cF3I/AAAAAAAADig/8oDl7d6FYOc/s320/259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609740016354596722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an all white chocolate flower bouqet centerpiece, and homemade chocolate covered marshmellow eggs for each place setting.  The marshmellow eggs were so delicious, I wish I would have made more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WSiotHv2Ik/TdnNzqLeYJI/AAAAAAAADio/ZkpiNGluwpM/s1600/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WSiotHv2Ik/TdnNzqLeYJI/AAAAAAAADio/ZkpiNGluwpM/s320/219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609741098246103186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2_IL9K0wno/TdnNzwy3vSI/AAAAAAAADiw/haOppcZ6axA/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2_IL9K0wno/TdnNzwy3vSI/AAAAAAAADiw/haOppcZ6axA/s320/216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609741100021955874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5gGbWRaCoU/TdnOPFUnGDI/AAAAAAAADi4/tA2avVO04ig/s1600/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5gGbWRaCoU/TdnOPFUnGDI/AAAAAAAADi4/tA2avVO04ig/s320/272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609741569388648498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista snuck into our baskets during dinner and started eating the candy with the wrapper on.  Silly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FVQ8sFUoUY/TdnO4CBlO7I/AAAAAAAADjI/pQPQOXIe4VU/s1600/264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FVQ8sFUoUY/TdnO4CBlO7I/AAAAAAAADjI/pQPQOXIe4VU/s320/264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609742272878164914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful dinner of Honeybaked ham, homemade rolls, Jello, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, funeral potatoes, and carrots.  For dessert we had yummy cupcakes, carrot cake cheesecake and better than sex cake.  Everything tasted fantasic, and the company was even better.  We had Chad and Sue, our dear friends Stan and Leah, and Chris' wonderful boss Angus.  Such a wonderful way to celebrate the ressurection of our Savior with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az2kf82Ifg8/TdnOPStC5nI/AAAAAAAADjA/MVUOmZw_e8A/s1600/273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-az2kf82Ifg8/TdnOPStC5nI/AAAAAAAADjA/MVUOmZw_e8A/s320/273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609741572980794994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-7771271980248846305?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7771271980248846305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=7771271980248846305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7771271980248846305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7771271980248846305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-eggstravaganza.html' title='Easter Eggstravaganza'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CKnR5JrpsM/TdnMKGytUwI/AAAAAAAADiQ/_neQacuzNjs/s72-c/222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-6486363662539257394</id><published>2011-05-19T23:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:12:15.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Birthday</title><content type='html'>On Earth Day this year to celebrate Preslie's 2 1/2 year birthday, we started off the morning with lunch at McDonald's. Arista LOVES their fish burgers and ate an entire one herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZbvfnzLnwY/TdXmUYCEoyI/AAAAAAAADhA/GKTKNycWKyk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642148682736418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZbvfnzLnwY/TdXmUYCEoyI/AAAAAAAADhA/GKTKNycWKyk/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a yummy lunch we took a nice long nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqBAMIDq8es/TdXmUoo36jI/AAAAAAAADhI/-Fr4CGCu1R4/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642153140447794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqBAMIDq8es/TdXmUoo36jI/AAAAAAAADhI/-Fr4CGCu1R4/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad all day and knew that Preslie would want us to celebrate her, so we decided to take Arista to Chuck E Cheese's. She LOVED it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played some ski-ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UL2NyOoSfsk/TdXoBWW90dI/AAAAAAAADho/EH5hHZG_Ngo/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608644020839240146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UL2NyOoSfsk/TdXoBWW90dI/AAAAAAAADho/EH5hHZG_Ngo/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Arista played A Star Wars game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0VtNH9jl0k/TdXoA0xeFhI/AAAAAAAADhg/g05LiMv8cR8/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608644011823601170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0VtNH9jl0k/TdXoA0xeFhI/AAAAAAAADhg/g05LiMv8cR8/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista rode the merry-go-round a dozen times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geVr8dSZPy4/TdXoAvVb2UI/AAAAAAAADhY/GHx2iu4dNrs/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608644010363836738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geVr8dSZPy4/TdXoAvVb2UI/AAAAAAAADhY/GHx2iu4dNrs/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loved this slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjb3Zk9_ryU/TdXoAeYZpII/AAAAAAAADhQ/qx5sXn2Dz6I/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608644005812872322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjb3Zk9_ryU/TdXoAeYZpII/AAAAAAAADhQ/qx5sXn2Dz6I/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the race squirter game twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vP4-trKQLng/TdXoBhR0WQI/AAAAAAAADhw/x294rnU7-4s/s1600/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608644023770437890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vP4-trKQLng/TdXoBhR0WQI/AAAAAAAADhw/x294rnU7-4s/s320/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista's favorite thing out of the entire night was when she met Bob The Builder. She rode next to Bob probably 30 times, and talks about "Ba" often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWoNf-h9_ps/TdnH75jhyZI/AAAAAAAADiA/ATjT_5M0dgU/s1600/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWoNf-h9_ps/TdnH75jhyZI/AAAAAAAADiA/ATjT_5M0dgU/s320/200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609734642742708626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many hours of fun we walked next door to Walmart to pick up a few things, then called it a night.  Arista loved walking in the rain with our giant umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj18doHnFTQ/TdnH7tuBB7I/AAAAAAAADh4/vj55TfFt6l0/s1600/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj18doHnFTQ/TdnH7tuBB7I/AAAAAAAADh4/vj55TfFt6l0/s320/168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609734639565473714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later Chris and I went to see the Earth Day movie "African Cats".  We both loved it, and thought it was the best.  Although Preslie wasn't able to spend her half birthday with us, we knew she was near and laughing along with us.  We love you "P"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-6486363662539257394?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6486363662539257394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=6486363662539257394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6486363662539257394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6486363662539257394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/05/half-birthday.html' title='Half Birthday'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZbvfnzLnwY/TdXmUYCEoyI/AAAAAAAADhA/GKTKNycWKyk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-7730732981214048523</id><published>2011-05-10T23:35:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:00:42.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Princess Roo Roo!!!</title><content type='html'>At 12:01am this beautiful little princess was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi78n5IlYgQ/TcoEoy1kUSI/AAAAAAAADgA/CO8S2i8s_jQ/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605297785103733026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi78n5IlYgQ/TcoEoy1kUSI/AAAAAAAADgA/CO8S2i8s_jQ/s320/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Rylie loves smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbPBZINnU9M/TcoFszDxe_I/AAAAAAAADgI/aGl0O0JENF8/s1600/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605298953394420722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbPBZINnU9M/TcoFszDxe_I/AAAAAAAADgI/aGl0O0JENF8/s320/scan0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Rylie loved playing with her big sister Kelsey! (I love this pic because I think it is a spitting image of Miss Arista!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0_e8nJheuWE/TcoGlpF8PcI/AAAAAAAADgY/vaQA-SGyv6Q/s1600/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605299929971703234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0_e8nJheuWE/TcoGlpF8PcI/AAAAAAAADgY/vaQA-SGyv6Q/s320/scan0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Princess Rylie met Prince Christopher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCtL7PvfYEc/TcoHg4hrkVI/AAAAAAAADgg/q_eqQqYFZhQ/s1600/Slideshow%2Boprah%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605300947726864722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCtL7PvfYEc/TcoHg4hrkVI/AAAAAAAADgg/q_eqQqYFZhQ/s320/Slideshow%2Boprah%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came some babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3FMn86CxuA/TcoH_cvSvcI/AAAAAAAADgo/w2HFz5plAD8/s1600/Baby%2BPreslie%2BAngel%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605301472843709890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3FMn86CxuA/TcoH_cvSvcI/AAAAAAAADgo/w2HFz5plAD8/s320/Baby%2BPreslie%2BAngel%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVy8S5jjVEk/TcoIXtsv-tI/AAAAAAAADgw/LP75n0nZ_eA/s1600/August%2B2010%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605301889713306322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oVy8S5jjVEk/TcoIXtsv-tI/AAAAAAAADgw/LP75n0nZ_eA/s320/August%2B2010%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkHnW8GZWdc/TcoI6Z_w4BI/AAAAAAAADg4/2RJu0SX4x_8/s1600/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605302485719769106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkHnW8GZWdc/TcoI6Z_w4BI/AAAAAAAADg4/2RJu0SX4x_8/s320/DSC01981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and are so glad you were born this beautiful day 24 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We are also glad that Mommy and Daddy McDonald had a romantic evening that night long ago.) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-7730732981214048523?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7730732981214048523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=7730732981214048523&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7730732981214048523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7730732981214048523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-princess-roo-roo.html' title='Happy Birthday Princess Roo Roo!!!'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi78n5IlYgQ/TcoEoy1kUSI/AAAAAAAADgA/CO8S2i8s_jQ/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5314578225318367531</id><published>2011-04-26T22:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:07:17.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking To The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBMjtpWUJyY/TbeIIbjZ18I/AAAAAAAADfw/8P9xbvvUojg/s1600/angel_clouds_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBMjtpWUJyY/TbeIIbjZ18I/AAAAAAAADfw/8P9xbvvUojg/s320/angel_clouds_moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600094340075083714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song for the first time tonight, and I immediately fell in love with it. Lately I have been missing Preslie badly. I love when I find songs that remind me of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking To The Moon&lt;/strong&gt;*Bruno Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours think&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You're all I have&lt;br /&gt;You're all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;At night when the stars&lt;br /&gt;Light on my room&lt;br /&gt;I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes your on&lt;br /&gt;The other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh Am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;Who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like&lt;br /&gt;I'm famous&lt;br /&gt;The talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know&lt;br /&gt;What I know&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the&lt;br /&gt;Sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Someone's talking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;They're talking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;At night when the stars&lt;br /&gt;Light on my room&lt;br /&gt;I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes your on&lt;br /&gt;The other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh Am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;Who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...Ahh...Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever hear me calling&lt;br /&gt;Ho Hou Ho ho Hou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every night&lt;br /&gt;I'm Talking to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;In hopes your on&lt;br /&gt;The other side&lt;br /&gt;Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh Am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;Who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5314578225318367531?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5314578225318367531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5314578225318367531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5314578225318367531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5314578225318367531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/04/talking-to-moon.html' title='Talking To The Moon'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBMjtpWUJyY/TbeIIbjZ18I/AAAAAAAADfw/8P9xbvvUojg/s72-c/angel_clouds_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-4919680014476227315</id><published>2011-04-24T18:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:53:08.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' First Business Trip</title><content type='html'>Last week Chris had his first business trip at the National Harbor Gaylord Hotel. Since we only live ten minutes away, Arista and I went along. Our room was on the 17th floor facing the harbor and monuments. Arista loved looking out the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTwyPxfSyTw/TbSiwD965fI/AAAAAAAADc4/Gj1K0ITX1Dg/s1600/809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599279183310808562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTwyPxfSyTw/TbSiwD965fI/AAAAAAAADc4/Gj1K0ITX1Dg/s320/809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between meetings Chris took us swimming. Arista was unsure of the water, but quickly warmed up when she realized how much fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qusYBFlFyp4/TbT2lwhbP-I/AAAAAAAADdg/Wn-YjKkLyYA/s1600/898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599371365269061602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qusYBFlFyp4/TbT2lwhbP-I/AAAAAAAADdg/Wn-YjKkLyYA/s320/898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujQ_3Rdu5G0/TbT2lqWnxoI/AAAAAAAADdY/zU5V4LMAKg0/s1600/826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599371363613132418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujQ_3Rdu5G0/TbT2lqWnxoI/AAAAAAAADdY/zU5V4LMAKg0/s320/826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while Arista decided she needed her purse to swim in the water with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bk0wHXnDeQ/TbT2mXfxzvI/AAAAAAAADdw/WQEq9WQB_xg/s1600/934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599371375731134194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bk0wHXnDeQ/TbT2mXfxzvI/AAAAAAAADdw/WQEq9WQB_xg/s320/934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oV1a6So_fjM/TbT2mM-nwUI/AAAAAAAADdo/eCdewM39sC0/s1600/903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599371372907708738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oV1a6So_fjM/TbT2mM-nwUI/AAAAAAAADdo/eCdewM39sC0/s320/903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming Chris had a dinner to go to, so Arista and I got dressed and watched Daddy walk to dinner with his colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_JpuWhUrG0/TbT4PPeYBBI/AAAAAAAADeA/tyUab8etcoA/s1600/950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373177464030226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_JpuWhUrG0/TbT4PPeYBBI/AAAAAAAADeA/tyUab8etcoA/s320/950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOtc41N7064/TbT4Oz-h15I/AAAAAAAADd4/lJBXgqv2NwE/s1600/939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373170082699154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOtc41N7064/TbT4Oz-h15I/AAAAAAAADd4/lJBXgqv2NwE/s320/939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Sue came out to go to dinner with us. We went to dinner at a yummy place called Ketchup. The appetizer we ordered came with 3 different types of fries with all different kinds of sauces. My favorite ketchup sauce was root beer flavored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl9RVdQb6XU/TbT4PRCj7BI/AAAAAAAADeI/Ta38CTd9hHg/s1600/959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373177884240914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl9RVdQb6XU/TbT4PRCj7BI/AAAAAAAADeI/Ta38CTd9hHg/s320/959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CT1Dg6zBYWs/TbT4P2r7bbI/AAAAAAAADeY/e-cxFxcEY2k/s1600/962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373187989859762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CT1Dg6zBYWs/TbT4P2r7bbI/AAAAAAAADeY/e-cxFxcEY2k/s320/962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L2LXQbX6XM/TbT4PpughHI/AAAAAAAADeQ/z-G5yXre4HY/s1600/961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373184511018098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L2LXQbX6XM/TbT4PpughHI/AAAAAAAADeQ/z-G5yXre4HY/s320/961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista was a huge fan of all the ketchup. She ended up eating it straight. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBn7zt8Wsnk/TbT6Di4TDUI/AAAAAAAADeg/t6NntveNV3M/s1600/964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375175537855810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBn7zt8Wsnk/TbT6Di4TDUI/AAAAAAAADeg/t6NntveNV3M/s320/964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a yummy dinner we walked through the harbor shops. We found this store called Charming Charley, and they had the cutest accessories ever. They had every color and design you can think of, and they were very reasonably priced. Arista decided she was a big girl and wanted to walk with us, instead of ride in her stroller. She walked right into Build-A-Bear, so she made "Daisy" the Easter Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM1eIEhaZF0/TbT6D6t7GBI/AAAAAAAADeo/-dVbW3O3e3k/s1600/971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375181936793618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM1eIEhaZF0/TbT6D6t7GBI/AAAAAAAADeo/-dVbW3O3e3k/s320/971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of walking we headed back to the hotel. We went to a restaurant that has the best cotton candy, and they gave some to Arista for free! They also threw in some Peeps. We walked right over to the fountain show that had just started, and enjoyed the cotton candy and Peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwP8CgB65uk/TbT6EK_hgwI/AAAAAAAADew/GUDVcTTKoGg/s1600/982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375186305581826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwP8CgB65uk/TbT6EK_hgwI/AAAAAAAADew/GUDVcTTKoGg/s320/982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaYH5rCMEpw/TbT6EXPSX3I/AAAAAAAADe4/3BL_u-Jroww/s1600/991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375189592924018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaYH5rCMEpw/TbT6EXPSX3I/AAAAAAAADe4/3BL_u-Jroww/s320/991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we headed up to our room. We said goodbye to Grandma Sue and started getting ready for bed. Not too much later Chris arrived from a fabulous dinner at a restaurant called Bond 45. He said they had the best fillet mignon, and appetizers. While Chris played with Arista I went to the hotel's gym. The gym had Lifetime Fitness machines with touch screens! It was a great workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miK9-GNaYv8/TbT6EsmxWtI/AAAAAAAADfA/tchHTA7SDOI/s1600/1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miK9-GNaYv8/TbT6EsmxWtI/AAAAAAAADfA/tchHTA7SDOI/s320/1028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375195328568018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Chris had to wake up for a 7am meeting. While he was in his meeting, Arista and I got dressed and walked around the harbor. Arista literally walked around the entire harbor. She carried her purse on her arm and her little cell phone in her hand. She would occassionally stop and chat on her phone, it was the cutest thing. I had so many people tell me how adorable she was, and how they loved her purse. Miss Arista is such a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ol56HP87JlA/TbT88_ZXy5I/AAAAAAAADfY/BezGwWAVtVA/s1600/1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ol56HP87JlA/TbT88_ZXy5I/AAAAAAAADfY/BezGwWAVtVA/s320/1042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599378361468570514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXfbwNSyJQ/TbT88pkjGeI/AAAAAAAADfQ/4N7qAWb4JDg/s1600/1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXfbwNSyJQ/TbT88pkjGeI/AAAAAAAADfQ/4N7qAWb4JDg/s320/1040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599378355609868770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e563r8IX6xM/TbT87gkbM5I/AAAAAAAADfI/0ULk_iNZeA4/s1600/1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e563r8IX6xM/TbT87gkbM5I/AAAAAAAADfI/0ULk_iNZeA4/s320/1034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599378336013562770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of walking we walked back to the hotel and watched the fountain show one more time, then we met Daddy and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOwNyx4VBAQ/TbT89Fj4WZI/AAAAAAAADfo/xHBguDQ49jg/s1600/1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOwNyx4VBAQ/TbT89Fj4WZI/AAAAAAAADfo/xHBguDQ49jg/s320/1051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599378363123259794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTtxtpv-n1U/TbT88xZ8h0I/AAAAAAAADfg/uequZCjJURM/s1600/1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTtxtpv-n1U/TbT88xZ8h0I/AAAAAAAADfg/uequZCjJURM/s320/1048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599378357712881474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista and I had a blast on Chris' first business trip, and we are looking forward to hopefully going on many more along with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-4919680014476227315?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4919680014476227315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=4919680014476227315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/4919680014476227315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/4919680014476227315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/04/chris-first-business-trip.html' title='Chris&apos; First Business Trip'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTwyPxfSyTw/TbSiwD965fI/AAAAAAAADc4/Gj1K0ITX1Dg/s72-c/809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-2974179546721524628</id><published>2011-04-14T21:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:27:28.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfHhSnxImxI/TaengbmtRWI/AAAAAAAADcg/F6-bLilO03k/s1600/IMG_2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595625237638890850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfHhSnxImxI/TaengbmtRWI/AAAAAAAADcg/F6-bLilO03k/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister in law works for an adoption agency in Utah. She had to be in Arizona with a birth mother this week, and needed some paperwork done for a mother in Seaford, Virginia. My mother-in-law offered to do it, and I volunteered to go with her. We found out Monday afternoon that it was a go, and that we needed to be in Newport News that night. The agency rented us an 11 passenger van to drive down with since we needed to drive 5 children and mother to the doctor, and to collect information. It was a crazy adventure but it made my so grateful for the 2 beautiful daughters I have, and the family support I have also. Those kid's melted my heart, and I wanted to take them all home with me. I pray that they will have wonderful families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to embark on a crazy adventure! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yn8xlZQfUrw/Taelwmz4eSI/AAAAAAAADbI/0r-h_pQYOuQ/s1600/IMG_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595623316501592354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yn8xlZQfUrw/Taelwmz4eSI/AAAAAAAADbI/0r-h_pQYOuQ/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yVogecVCWU/TaelwRgIQSI/AAAAAAAADbA/Q_EU6AYcgD0/s1600/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595623310781595938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yVogecVCWU/TaelwRgIQSI/AAAAAAAADbA/Q_EU6AYcgD0/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adorable older boys &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Cn6pasHE70/Taeng47BUdI/AAAAAAAADcw/gk2kEPGXG6s/s1600/IMG_2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595625245508719058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Cn6pasHE70/Taeng47BUdI/AAAAAAAADcw/gk2kEPGXG6s/s320/IMG_2510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95WyslTMo4A/TaenguheLUI/AAAAAAAADco/YvQzhYSYPU0/s1600/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595625242717203778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95WyslTMo4A/TaenguheLUI/AAAAAAAADco/YvQzhYSYPU0/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ld2C_lWJsE0/TaengIZICfI/AAAAAAAADcY/r5X0Vfk5IZ4/s1600/IMG_2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595625232481651186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ld2C_lWJsE0/TaengIZICfI/AAAAAAAADcY/r5X0Vfk5IZ4/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EioOBbjpSto/Taenf-WZwyI/AAAAAAAADcQ/GCJ8f5vxKTs/s1600/IMG_2505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595625229785875234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EioOBbjpSto/Taenf-WZwyI/AAAAAAAADcQ/GCJ8f5vxKTs/s320/IMG_2505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arista loves troll &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rx6fHIYft0/TaemoirckDI/AAAAAAAADcI/hRyFlKIho-E/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595624277465141298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rx6fHIYft0/TaemoirckDI/AAAAAAAADcI/hRyFlKIho-E/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went swimming the first night. The water was really cold, so Arista wasn't a huge fan. She was sad to take her cute swimming suit off though. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwwKtUomsC8/TaemoTr4lAI/AAAAAAAADcA/r5PtH95Vthg/s1600/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595624273440445442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwwKtUomsC8/TaemoTr4lAI/AAAAAAAADcA/r5PtH95Vthg/s320/IMG_2486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We saw a full double rainbow! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wbga1JWliJw/TaemoLuG3yI/AAAAAAAADb4/9_ExOJ4Z5AA/s1600/IMG_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595624271302287138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wbga1JWliJw/TaemoLuG3yI/AAAAAAAADb4/9_ExOJ4Z5AA/s320/IMG_2468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I promised the older boys ice cream if they would be good at the doctor, Arista loved her cone and ate the entire thing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOgtA6NR_fk/Taemng8AguI/AAAAAAAADbw/oUCfX5xQvnc/s1600/IMG_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595624259817865954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOgtA6NR_fk/Taemng8AguI/AAAAAAAADbw/oUCfX5xQvnc/s320/IMG_2459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTpDFQAT-cE/TaemnYfhfaI/AAAAAAAADbo/6AxKKnMxsCY/s1600/IMG_2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595624257550908834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTpDFQAT-cE/TaemnYfhfaI/AAAAAAAADbo/6AxKKnMxsCY/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Will you take our picture?" Aren't they the cutest? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rC0Iqki8K0s/TaelxiJ7fPI/AAAAAAAADbg/JBLpQPTPgH0/s1600/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595623332431756530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rC0Iqki8K0s/TaelxiJ7fPI/AAAAAAAADbg/JBLpQPTPgH0/s320/IMG_2457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking the halls like a big girl &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YP1Sikmlm_E/TaelxMeHLsI/AAAAAAAADbY/AYJO-AUY8d4/s1600/IMG_2454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595623326610828994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YP1Sikmlm_E/TaelxMeHLsI/AAAAAAAADbY/AYJO-AUY8d4/s320/IMG_2454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4xbitGQcyU/Taelwm-gXXI/AAAAAAAADbQ/oQAoSXSAA5M/s1600/IMG_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595623316546149746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4xbitGQcyU/Taelwm-gXXI/AAAAAAAADbQ/oQAoSXSAA5M/s320/IMG_2444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-2974179546721524628?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2974179546721524628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=2974179546721524628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2974179546721524628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2974179546721524628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-adventure.html' title='Crazy Adventure'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfHhSnxImxI/TaengbmtRWI/AAAAAAAADcg/F6-bLilO03k/s72-c/IMG_2514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-2705624849751850024</id><published>2011-04-09T15:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:30:36.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p0WllaqZWPc/TaCzm50XykI/AAAAAAAADa4/XtsImnuyFqw/s1600/privacy_please.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p0WllaqZWPc/TaCzm50XykI/AAAAAAAADa4/XtsImnuyFqw/s320/privacy_please.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593668218131040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked when people made their blogs private, but I feel strongly that it's time for our blog to follow the trend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to continue keeping up with the Martin family, please leave a comment with your email address. Even if we don't know you, and you have followed our blog, we would still love to invite you. I will delete your email address as soon as I can off the comments. Or you can email it to me at dukeofmartin@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for following our blog, for your prayers, love, and support during our ups and downs. We look forward to sharing many more memories with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-2705624849751850024?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2705624849751850024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=2705624849751850024&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2705624849751850024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2705624849751850024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/04/private-time.html' title='Private Time'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p0WllaqZWPc/TaCzm50XykI/AAAAAAAADa4/XtsImnuyFqw/s72-c/privacy_please.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-4355118103651737818</id><published>2011-04-08T13:17:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:51:39.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia is for Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkOuXbZvLHk/TZ9EeDjmVfI/AAAAAAAADQo/eM5bcoFmLpA/s1600/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkOuXbZvLHk/TZ9EeDjmVfI/AAAAAAAADQo/eM5bcoFmLpA/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593264545358829042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been CRAZY! We are all moved into our townhouse, with only a few boxes to unload and pictures to hang. A week after moving in my sister Mikelle and her boyfriend Kyle, flew from Idaho to visit us for their Spring Break. We were true tourists, who wanted to experience everything. We made it everywhere except the capital, and the top of the Washington Monument. We decided that will be the first thing we do next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did when they arrived was walk around the National Harbor. We took some great picture of "The Awakening", walked through the Gaylord Hotel, and even did a PEEP scavenger hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shCQui5qVcQ/TZ9EdmWd-5I/AAAAAAAADQQ/_nhL-ZtRpbU/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shCQui5qVcQ/TZ9EdmWd-5I/AAAAAAAADQQ/_nhL-ZtRpbU/s320/IMG_1329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593264537519127442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnS7s6OVMPo/TZ9EdUxi_jI/AAAAAAAADQI/VsR9RyL5jA0/s1600/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnS7s6OVMPo/TZ9EdUxi_jI/AAAAAAAADQI/VsR9RyL5jA0/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593264532800863794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikelle and Kyle tried the famous "Cake Love" cupcakes, and wasn't impressed. They described it as dry with no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FgUZsUHwMEU/TZ9EdlXGUwI/AAAAAAAADQY/clrzF_jeTfA/s1600/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FgUZsUHwMEU/TZ9EdlXGUwI/AAAAAAAADQY/clrzF_jeTfA/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593264537253335810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista didn't mind the cupcake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYgBfiQqqgE/TZ9Fc7fNCOI/AAAAAAAADQw/D4NF3UlRDzw/s1600/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYgBfiQqqgE/TZ9Fc7fNCOI/AAAAAAAADQw/D4NF3UlRDzw/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593265625524668642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed downtown to look at the Washington Monument, World War 2 memorial, Lincoln Memorial, Veterans Memorial, and of course...the cherry blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80Nn6e82Huk/TZ9GdtKWtzI/AAAAAAAADRQ/t8psbuMEz-w/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80Nn6e82Huk/TZ9GdtKWtzI/AAAAAAAADRQ/t8psbuMEz-w/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593266738370623282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGj8DjrjDMg/TZ9Ed_2DXrI/AAAAAAAADQg/I2bhVqQGls4/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGj8DjrjDMg/TZ9Ed_2DXrI/AAAAAAAADQg/I2bhVqQGls4/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593264544362487474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYXDxitYO14/TZ9Gcys4j0I/AAAAAAAADQ4/yQOETjNptMk/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYXDxitYO14/TZ9Gcys4j0I/AAAAAAAADQ4/yQOETjNptMk/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593266722677755714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6u4T6iBGlbI/TZ9HXARaJDI/AAAAAAAADSA/PYeTVWE4yA4/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6u4T6iBGlbI/TZ9HXARaJDI/AAAAAAAADSA/PYeTVWE4yA4/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593267722753025074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2guZb4UDG8/TZ9GdAgkTGI/AAAAAAAADRA/59V8rxlZuNo/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2guZb4UDG8/TZ9GdAgkTGI/AAAAAAAADRA/59V8rxlZuNo/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593266726384192610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also walked to the White House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dc4eYKqIpo/TZ9GdZbhmUI/AAAAAAAADRI/TQSmPhsQhns/s1600/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dc4eYKqIpo/TZ9GdZbhmUI/AAAAAAAADRI/TQSmPhsQhns/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593266733073930562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1udGpmXHF4Q/TZ9Gd0t8tyI/AAAAAAAADRY/_rBp-9PfVkg/s1600/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1udGpmXHF4Q/TZ9Gd0t8tyI/AAAAAAAADRY/_rBp-9PfVkg/s320/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593266740398962466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama came out and invited us all into the Oval Office, he even agreed that we'd make a better president. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WALCRQLOF2Y/TZ9HWyHrCtI/AAAAAAAADR4/ixRWmb3h-lU/s1600/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WALCRQLOF2Y/TZ9HWyHrCtI/AAAAAAAADR4/ixRWmb3h-lU/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593267718954093266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJRXkVyaWBM/TZ9HWqjaEKI/AAAAAAAADRw/rlJmQ_Q3OhQ/s1600/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJRXkVyaWBM/TZ9HWqjaEKI/AAAAAAAADRw/rlJmQ_Q3OhQ/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593267716922937506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkTxz6TNdlo/TZ9HWWEPV6I/AAAAAAAADRo/zakcUzmiHrE/s1600/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkTxz6TNdlo/TZ9HWWEPV6I/AAAAAAAADRo/zakcUzmiHrE/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593267711423502242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1tmFFMilLY/TZ9HWPvT_HI/AAAAAAAADRg/51PBvMiNJBA/s1600/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1tmFFMilLY/TZ9HWPvT_HI/AAAAAAAADRg/51PBvMiNJBA/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593267709725113458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of walking and pictures we headed towards home on the Metro. I told Kyle all about how Chris and I met on there. The story never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRppLIHJh-8/TZ9IapiL5LI/AAAAAAAADSI/zti00qD5zvQ/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRppLIHJh-8/TZ9IapiL5LI/AAAAAAAADSI/zti00qD5zvQ/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593268884880483506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night playing some serious rockband and watching a movie. A perfect ending to a great touristy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpdiyYO0_K0/TZ9IbdPXAlI/AAAAAAAADSY/7gzLR6ExiTk/s1600/IMG_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RpdiyYO0_K0/TZ9IbdPXAlI/AAAAAAAADSY/7gzLR6ExiTk/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593268898760163922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOPNYo7Lh_4/TZ9Iaz4b21I/AAAAAAAADSQ/1T2O0dXBRck/s1600/IMG_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOPNYo7Lh_4/TZ9Iaz4b21I/AAAAAAAADSQ/1T2O0dXBRck/s320/IMG_1505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593268887658158930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we woke up and went to the National Archives, unfortunatly they no longer allow photography inside. Afterwards we headed to the Air and Space Museum. We spent a lot of time there, and I saw things I had never seen before. We even did a simulation ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkft7Xs9SEw/TZ9JrKVF_BI/AAAAAAAADSw/WBz4dz-QAAY/s1600/IMG_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkft7Xs9SEw/TZ9JrKVF_BI/AAAAAAAADSw/WBz4dz-QAAY/s320/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593270268073475090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HY_Q74vZYas/TZ9Jq1wesuI/AAAAAAAADSo/vdO4mgfA5Q0/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HY_Q74vZYas/TZ9Jq1wesuI/AAAAAAAADSo/vdO4mgfA5Q0/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593270262551196386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFRngZR7_nU/TZ9Klyf8hTI/AAAAAAAADS4/6Mt1hWoF2aI/s1600/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFRngZR7_nU/TZ9Klyf8hTI/AAAAAAAADS4/6Mt1hWoF2aI/s320/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593271275288823090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9wNWnhcYrs/TZ9JqB17F0I/AAAAAAAADSg/bfnEcQUprMQ/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9wNWnhcYrs/TZ9JqB17F0I/AAAAAAAADSg/bfnEcQUprMQ/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593270248615384898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Air and Space Museum we went to the American History Museum. This was my first time visiting since it had been closed for renovation for a few years. The museum was MASSIVE! Our favorite part was seeing the first ever American flag. There is no photography aloud, but the image is engraved into our minds. We also saw Dorthy's ruby slippers, Kermit the frog, and Julia Child's kitchen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFCJjjntypw/TZ9KmaInbdI/AAAAAAAADTQ/hU9JS_sUydQ/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFCJjjntypw/TZ9KmaInbdI/AAAAAAAADTQ/hU9JS_sUydQ/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593271285928390098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LR2wBiTWdy8/TZ9KmPwIP1I/AAAAAAAADTI/AaBwgNT-8Iw/s1600/IMG_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LR2wBiTWdy8/TZ9KmPwIP1I/AAAAAAAADTI/AaBwgNT-8Iw/s320/IMG_1538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593271283141328722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWl9IyTde88/TZ9KmOwXKJI/AAAAAAAADTA/dZU9m2Q2rWU/s1600/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWl9IyTde88/TZ9KmOwXKJI/AAAAAAAADTA/dZU9m2Q2rWU/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593271282873870482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of walking we decided to take a day off from touring and we drove to the Potomac Mills Mall. It is a huge outlet mall about a mile long, with a ba-zillion stores. After the mall we met Chris and his Dad for dinner at this pizza place. Chris had a coupon for it, so we tried it out. We weren't that impressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDhzOwiuFRw/TZ9L2NE3LWI/AAAAAAAADT4/6HeEuk4u8v0/s1600/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDhzOwiuFRw/TZ9L2NE3LWI/AAAAAAAADT4/6HeEuk4u8v0/s320/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593272656812518754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9OOlQufhGI/TZ9L1wqOoJI/AAAAAAAADTw/ZxE6xVQEtEQ/s1600/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9OOlQufhGI/TZ9L1wqOoJI/AAAAAAAADTw/ZxE6xVQEtEQ/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593272649184616594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7R2ljdHikA/TZ9L1rpO88I/AAAAAAAADTo/b_sYjyHHTG0/s1600/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7R2ljdHikA/TZ9L1rpO88I/AAAAAAAADTo/b_sYjyHHTG0/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593272647838266306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMglJZxsudA/TZ9L1T0y12I/AAAAAAAADTg/vo3aFv0Mg2I/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMglJZxsudA/TZ9L1T0y12I/AAAAAAAADTg/vo3aFv0Mg2I/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593272641444304738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22XExoX1Z44/TZ9L1EmVxOI/AAAAAAAADTY/K5VIktpOGNQ/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22XExoX1Z44/TZ9L1EmVxOI/AAAAAAAADTY/K5VIktpOGNQ/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593272637357147362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we relaxed at home and hung out. Our legs thanked us! That night we celebrated Chris' birthday, since he was going to Texas for the Final Four tournament. I ordered Chris Chris' Outrageous Chocolate Cake from the Cheesecake Factory. We couldn't even finish our slice because it was so yummy and rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDMZ5UVvwwo/TZ9M-lhN2VI/AAAAAAAADUg/jUCCJl7QXw0/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDMZ5UVvwwo/TZ9M-lhN2VI/AAAAAAAADUg/jUCCJl7QXw0/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593273900324477266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtRtjfrM97k/TZ_KOy_mqyI/AAAAAAAADUw/-ms2qEIeE_Y/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtRtjfrM97k/TZ_KOy_mqyI/AAAAAAAADUw/-ms2qEIeE_Y/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593411617772972834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGFFjVjbidI/TZ_KOjJH6JI/AAAAAAAADUo/WbcUBpMbakk/s1600/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGFFjVjbidI/TZ_KOjJH6JI/AAAAAAAADUo/WbcUBpMbakk/s320/IMG_1614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593411613517932690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKsxI9Ood_Q/TZ9M-QcDb_I/AAAAAAAADUY/zDIRGrYhNVY/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKsxI9Ood_Q/TZ9M-QcDb_I/AAAAAAAADUY/zDIRGrYhNVY/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593273894665678834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Chris flew to Texas, and we drove to Arlington Cemetery. There were 4 funerals while we were there, and we heard the band play some songs. We saw the changing of the guard, and General Lee's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pImWky1rTWc/TZ_KP2HDl9I/AAAAAAAADVI/F1-EvZ7whs4/s1600/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pImWky1rTWc/TZ_KP2HDl9I/AAAAAAAADVI/F1-EvZ7whs4/s320/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593411635789404114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOIU-1pS17w/TZ_KPnMTMbI/AAAAAAAADVA/YBpnurD9vks/s1600/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOIU-1pS17w/TZ_KPnMTMbI/AAAAAAAADVA/YBpnurD9vks/s320/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593411631784866226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4knDLtT-0w/TZ_KPLqrmMI/AAAAAAAADU4/DRQT8lssw8M/s1600/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4knDLtT-0w/TZ_KPLqrmMI/AAAAAAAADU4/DRQT8lssw8M/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593411624396101826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting Arlington Cemetery we played more Wii, watched movies, took naps, read stories, and played with dollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRgEKK6F0RM/TZ_LMHICMTI/AAAAAAAADVw/KvtccDrQ-z0/s1600/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRgEKK6F0RM/TZ_LMHICMTI/AAAAAAAADVw/KvtccDrQ-z0/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593412671149060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIQqlpyliQI/TZ_LL8uf-dI/AAAAAAAADVo/ZqXD7X4GgVg/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIQqlpyliQI/TZ_LL8uf-dI/AAAAAAAADVo/ZqXD7X4GgVg/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593412668357605842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tOeiMtxKYYE/TZ_LLyhpZNI/AAAAAAAADVg/9AAHEoq96Vg/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tOeiMtxKYYE/TZ_LLyhpZNI/AAAAAAAADVg/9AAHEoq96Vg/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593412665619342546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aGIv0rRkKE/TZ_LLltd5JI/AAAAAAAADVY/UyPj4bZgtts/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aGIv0rRkKE/TZ_LLltd5JI/AAAAAAAADVY/UyPj4bZgtts/s320/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593412662179259538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03Wm8K_eEkc/TZ_LLeedOGI/AAAAAAAADVQ/BoQBmHkyf38/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03Wm8K_eEkc/TZ_LLeedOGI/AAAAAAAADVQ/BoQBmHkyf38/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593412660237252706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we hopped onto the metro and visited the Natural History Museum, where they have the Hope Diamond. Arista loved looking at all the stuffed animals, while Mikelle and I LOVED looking at all the jewlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyOXdKWFEAI/TZ_L-AYYyLI/AAAAAAAADWI/F8n-9blXt5s/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyOXdKWFEAI/TZ_L-AYYyLI/AAAAAAAADWI/F8n-9blXt5s/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593413528332060850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GgfTpJiXhBM/TZ_L92sDMfI/AAAAAAAADWA/1gko7_1qPhs/s1600/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GgfTpJiXhBM/TZ_L92sDMfI/AAAAAAAADWA/1gko7_1qPhs/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593413525730177522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuHjcmN5chU/TZ_L9qj5B3I/AAAAAAAADV4/lXegD0aBCXg/s1600/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuHjcmN5chU/TZ_L9qj5B3I/AAAAAAAADV4/lXegD0aBCXg/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593413522474731378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3S_C4HqSWE/TZ_L-imoIFI/AAAAAAAADWY/STikD-wAFjM/s1600/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3S_C4HqSWE/TZ_L-imoIFI/AAAAAAAADWY/STikD-wAFjM/s320/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593413537518592082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEVNXgcx_a4/TZ_L-VVJeaI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Ng-YgU5Eha0/s1600/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEVNXgcx_a4/TZ_L-VVJeaI/AAAAAAAADWQ/Ng-YgU5Eha0/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593413533955619234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the museum was the live butterfly exhibit. They have over thousands of live butterflies flying in this little habitat that you can go into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d06gYe7F6jA/TZ_NlAiaNTI/AAAAAAAADWo/nIsQ0knluiQ/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d06gYe7F6jA/TZ_NlAiaNTI/AAAAAAAADWo/nIsQ0knluiQ/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593415297900623154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpraP8e4Cgs/TZ_NkzTW3gI/AAAAAAAADWg/N37v2xcvWgw/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpraP8e4Cgs/TZ_NkzTW3gI/AAAAAAAADWg/N37v2xcvWgw/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593415294347828738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOAzt7rX2CQ/TZ_NlaAyAYI/AAAAAAAADWw/7NwxYhc1oT0/s1600/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOAzt7rX2CQ/TZ_NlaAyAYI/AAAAAAAADWw/7NwxYhc1oT0/s320/IMG_1890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593415304738898306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle put a butterfly on Mikelle's nose. She was terrified! It made for a neat picture though. I didn't stop talking about the butterflies for days. Arista and I are going to go back and visit there really soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymkK3pcGVr0/TZ_Nl2F8dtI/AAAAAAAADXA/E-VPlQVvFaY/s1600/IMG_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymkK3pcGVr0/TZ_Nl2F8dtI/AAAAAAAADXA/E-VPlQVvFaY/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593415312276747986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XR5v_qRLaPA/TZ_Nluqa2tI/AAAAAAAADW4/S8dY-ooY3xM/s1600/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XR5v_qRLaPA/TZ_Nluqa2tI/AAAAAAAADW4/S8dY-ooY3xM/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593415310282250962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the museum we took the metro back to the car and Arista crashed. We went to Outback for dinner, and Arista slept the entire time. After dinner I drove Kyle and Mikelle to the Jefferson Memorial, FDR Memorial, Air Force Memorial, Iwo Jima Memorial, and Pentagon Memorial. They were exhausted afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuW6lx-_z14/TZ_PCFkiLBI/AAAAAAAADXI/UwdiHY_ynzw/s1600/IMG_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuW6lx-_z14/TZ_PCFkiLBI/AAAAAAAADXI/UwdiHY_ynzw/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593416896979545106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPRplyQAmAs/TZ_PCYeuuwI/AAAAAAAADXQ/xNmAKyvUP1k/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPRplyQAmAs/TZ_PCYeuuwI/AAAAAAAADXQ/xNmAKyvUP1k/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593416902055475970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk77rLX40ts/TZ_PCsbjIoI/AAAAAAAADXg/tRaY2EB_oK8/s1600/IMG_1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk77rLX40ts/TZ_PCsbjIoI/AAAAAAAADXg/tRaY2EB_oK8/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593416907410842242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUgcrdlbL2g/TZ_PCu9N-cI/AAAAAAAADXY/-yqGFYGqGA4/s1600/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUgcrdlbL2g/TZ_PCu9N-cI/AAAAAAAADXY/-yqGFYGqGA4/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593416908088932802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAumr8-Oj5w/TZ_PC7TJ-9I/AAAAAAAADXo/NlScAfEw3m4/s1600/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAumr8-Oj5w/TZ_PC7TJ-9I/AAAAAAAADXo/NlScAfEw3m4/s320/IMG_1972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593416911402171346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDIyKcGB7r4/TZ_P2hAQ0BI/AAAAAAAADYA/Ft9M62Lv5JU/s1600/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDIyKcGB7r4/TZ_P2hAQ0BI/AAAAAAAADYA/Ft9M62Lv5JU/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593417797696802834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5NmxmplUqg/TZ_P2emok_I/AAAAAAAADX4/TIc63GXWlgk/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5NmxmplUqg/TZ_P2emok_I/AAAAAAAADX4/TIc63GXWlgk/s320/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593417797052437490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3N6x8MAz-xc/TZ_P2GIXYgI/AAAAAAAADXw/e1AHa7mkgQk/s1600/IMG_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3N6x8MAz-xc/TZ_P2GIXYgI/AAAAAAAADXw/e1AHa7mkgQk/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593417790483030530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was rainy and wet but that didn't stop us from visiting my new favorite place Mt. Vernon. Kyle took a National Treasure tour, where they show you secret tunnels from the movie. Mikelle, Arista and I toured the museum, and then we all went through Washington's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqh2WMOB_9I/TZ_RPkxkgFI/AAAAAAAADYo/XObaT2qLhEA/s1600/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kqh2WMOB_9I/TZ_RPkxkgFI/AAAAAAAADYo/XObaT2qLhEA/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593419327717277778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyw1ZE3bCZE/TZ_RPU03bcI/AAAAAAAADYg/3BzFi62q66g/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyw1ZE3bCZE/TZ_RPU03bcI/AAAAAAAADYg/3BzFi62q66g/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593419323436133826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fl2Zs4UcQtw/TZ_RPCT_OhI/AAAAAAAADYY/cXWEoLlnKTQ/s1600/IMG_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fl2Zs4UcQtw/TZ_RPCT_OhI/AAAAAAAADYY/cXWEoLlnKTQ/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593419318466394642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3SvD6IqkIM/TZ_RO_tJ-mI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Wk3NxbIreqw/s1600/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3SvD6IqkIM/TZ_RO_tJ-mI/AAAAAAAADYQ/Wk3NxbIreqw/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593419317766650466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_-kx43qJE4/TZ_RO2dLGuI/AAAAAAAADYI/iXJttOhYGoc/s1600/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_-kx43qJE4/TZ_RO2dLGuI/AAAAAAAADYI/iXJttOhYGoc/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593419315283696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was neat to see Washington's old and new tomb, as well as the slave memorial. Arista's favorite part was all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvsT_zqBs3A/TZ_SAUBwYaI/AAAAAAAADY4/LDrieK98hak/s1600/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvsT_zqBs3A/TZ_SAUBwYaI/AAAAAAAADY4/LDrieK98hak/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593420165035352482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0gJ5mplGac/TZ_R_yFyeCI/AAAAAAAADYw/mHwb-1pNC6g/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0gJ5mplGac/TZ_R_yFyeCI/AAAAAAAADYw/mHwb-1pNC6g/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593420155925461026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mt. Vernon we ordered pizza and watched movies. Arista was EXHAUSTED. She just loved laying next to Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zapErnzgLWs/TZ_TAfqE2JI/AAAAAAAADZA/NyZblwv5bmY/s1600/IMG_2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zapErnzgLWs/TZ_TAfqE2JI/AAAAAAAADZA/NyZblwv5bmY/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593421267668883602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we drove downtown to Ford's Theater. It was the first time I have been in, and it was really neat. It was cool to see the booth Lincoln was shot in. Mikelle and Kyle saw the gun that shot him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyGIyfmJk3A/TZ_XOyoZO-I/AAAAAAAADaw/UB_ps0cGfqw/s1600/IMG_2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyGIyfmJk3A/TZ_XOyoZO-I/AAAAAAAADaw/UB_ps0cGfqw/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593425911326784482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4K3TiNAT8rY/TZ_XOtZxH8I/AAAAAAAADao/LZAsGUaoTmQ/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4K3TiNAT8rY/TZ_XOtZxH8I/AAAAAAAADao/LZAsGUaoTmQ/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593425909923258306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ford's theater we walked to the Holocaust museam. There were no tickets available but Kyle worked his charm and got us some! After 5 minutes of being in there Arista had enough, so we walked around while Mikelle and Kyle went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXIXniJHouU/TZ_T_NSTFQI/AAAAAAAADZo/JsHe71oyJeE/s1600/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXIXniJHouU/TZ_T_NSTFQI/AAAAAAAADZo/JsHe71oyJeE/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593422345069073666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Holocaust we walked down to the tidal basin to take more pictures with the Cherry Blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amOsXja5A4A/TZ_T-0JbhoI/AAAAAAAADZg/m6auAHYuP_8/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amOsXja5A4A/TZ_T-0JbhoI/AAAAAAAADZg/m6auAHYuP_8/s320/IMG_2210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593422338320991874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APKDA4BHHqU/TZ_T-rIq5uI/AAAAAAAADZY/-odZLrGuAPY/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-APKDA4BHHqU/TZ_T-rIq5uI/AAAAAAAADZY/-odZLrGuAPY/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593422335901886178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Brk8Fl5Ewzo/TZ_T-XSY8cI/AAAAAAAADZQ/7ViD6IcQiH4/s1600/IMG_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Brk8Fl5Ewzo/TZ_T-XSY8cI/AAAAAAAADZQ/7ViD6IcQiH4/s320/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593422330573943234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eF2HAfLrWKg/TZ_T-VDvq1I/AAAAAAAADZI/wCYKE9_la6Y/s1600/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eF2HAfLrWKg/TZ_T-VDvq1I/AAAAAAAADZI/wCYKE9_la6Y/s320/IMG_2147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593422329975647058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long walk back to the metro we stopped at a frozen yogurt place called Fro-Zen-Yo. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWMttqtAnYg/TZ_Ud_D4e5I/AAAAAAAADZ4/AmE-WcfrbAU/s1600/IMG_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWMttqtAnYg/TZ_Ud_D4e5I/AAAAAAAADZ4/AmE-WcfrbAU/s320/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593422873826458514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NB7nSSirlGg/TZ_UdvpSPBI/AAAAAAAADZw/qNDdVMgigOc/s1600/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NB7nSSirlGg/TZ_UdvpSPBI/AAAAAAAADZw/qNDdVMgigOc/s320/IMG_2234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593422869688368146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their last day of visiting Kyle got really sick, so Mikelle and I went to breakfast at Panera then took Arista to the National Zoo. It was a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P16y_9l7JKk/TZ_VpbklypI/AAAAAAAADag/KpRbFd2GymU/s1600/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P16y_9l7JKk/TZ_VpbklypI/AAAAAAAADag/KpRbFd2GymU/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593424169970027154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkS3Y5K-mXU/TZ_Vo2pIHjI/AAAAAAAADaY/CaYEqKX7gRE/s1600/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkS3Y5K-mXU/TZ_Vo2pIHjI/AAAAAAAADaY/CaYEqKX7gRE/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593424160056942130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njrGG2xQ-E8/TZ_Voqx5ODI/AAAAAAAADaQ/GNegj0lfB0A/s1600/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njrGG2xQ-E8/TZ_Voqx5ODI/AAAAAAAADaQ/GNegj0lfB0A/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593424156872489010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a drive through Georgetown we picked up lunch and went to pick up Kyle. After a tear-filled goodbye and many tears shed after we said our fairwells. Arista and I spend the rest of the night cleaning the house, reading stories, and getting ready for Daddy to return home the next day. Chris had a great time in Texas celebrating his birthday, going to the basketball games, eating good food, and being a part of our nephew Andrew's baby blessing. He even won a signed basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7TJ6h7VFcs/TZ_VoZ4OPBI/AAAAAAAADaI/5zy5lQGau1E/s1600/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7TJ6h7VFcs/TZ_VoZ4OPBI/AAAAAAAADaI/5zy5lQGau1E/s320/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593424152335629330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDMPJHbVkfY/TZ_VoE5qkrI/AAAAAAAADaA/uASVh4wwy1g/s1600/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDMPJHbVkfY/TZ_VoE5qkrI/AAAAAAAADaA/uASVh4wwy1g/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593424146704536242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fun filled couple of weeks, and we miss our visitors already! We can't wait to see Mikelle and Kyle again in May! We love and miss you guys!! Okay, who wants to come visit us next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-4355118103651737818?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4355118103651737818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=4355118103651737818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/4355118103651737818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/4355118103651737818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/04/virginia-is-for-visitors.html' title='Virginia is for Visitors'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LkOuXbZvLHk/TZ9EeDjmVfI/AAAAAAAADQo/eM5bcoFmLpA/s72-c/IMG_1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1496308411205511641</id><published>2011-03-11T23:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:33:42.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYUhfbznRqw/TXsE19eTlxI/AAAAAAAADPw/FXOxTXmeXsY/s1600/homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583061488137115410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYUhfbznRqw/TXsE19eTlxI/AAAAAAAADPw/FXOxTXmeXsY/s320/homer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to take a minute and gush about my amazingly awesome husband Christopher...after much hard work, dedication, and endurance Chris has been offered a long term position as a junior Attorney at &lt;a href="http://www.naima.org"&gt;NAIMA&lt;/a&gt;. Chris has been working with them since June on contract, as a legal consultant. Chris has loved the work he has done, the employees, his boss, and that he only has to work from 9am-5pm. NAIMA was very flexible and supportive while Chris studied for the bar, and has been looking to keep him long term for quite a few months. The CEO and General Counsel were beaming when they came into the office to give Chris the good news. An associate even jumped up out of his chair during the executive board meeting, because he couldn't wait to tell Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a huge answer to months and months of prayers, and we couldn't be more thrilled. We have found a beautiful 3 bedroom townhouse to rent, and new furniture to fill it with. We look forward to buying a place within the next year or two. It's funny how the Lord works. When Chris and I first started law school I told him numerous times that I NEVER wanted to end up living back in VA/DC, and now I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next week is going to be filled with the delivery of our POD, furniture, unpacking, and moving out of our in-laws. Luckily we aren't too far away(still in ward boundaries) so we can visit often. I am excited to decorate and have all of our things back, as well as my old clothes that I thought I could never wear again. After next week my sister Mikelle and her boyfriend Kyle are coming for 9 days to visit! I can't wait to show off our new place, and the amazing surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Chris,&lt;br /&gt;I never have really liked when people gush and goo on blogs about each other, but I wanted the world to hear how much admiration I have for you. 2 years ago when Preslie died you could have thrown in the towel and given up. Many people thought you did, but you returned to school 2 days later and worked your tail off at the same time. Throughout our 5 years of marriage you have continually worked hard to support me and our family. We have had many speed bumps along the way, but you always knew that things would all work out in the end. You are one of the hardest workers I know, and everyone who works with you loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world tells you to give up, you don't. When I am lacking in faith, you build me up. When the future looks bleak, you still hold on. You are a rock, and an anchor, and I am so lucky and blessed to have you in not only my life but the lives of our daughters as well. You were amazing with Preslie, and held her with such care and admiration, despite the circumstance. You are such a great Dad to Arista, and she loves all the time you spend playing with her. You are a great Uncle, Brother, Husband, Son, etc... Most importantly, you are a valiant and faithful son of God who was put on this earth to spread your strength, forgiveness, and faith with all those around you. I can't wait to see what the Lord has in store for you in the future. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1496308411205511641?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1496308411205511641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1496308411205511641&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1496308411205511641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1496308411205511641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYUhfbznRqw/TXsE19eTlxI/AAAAAAAADPw/FXOxTXmeXsY/s72-c/homer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1078620762611673322</id><published>2011-03-02T14:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:23:53.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney On Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXKm6n8uONU/TW6ZEfxXmEI/AAAAAAAADPM/_PNmExAs6Ds/s1600/Disney%2Bon%2BIce%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXKm6n8uONU/TW6ZEfxXmEI/AAAAAAAADPM/_PNmExAs6Ds/s320/Disney%2Bon%2BIce%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579565290885716034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th of February Chris took Arista and I on a fun date to see Disney Princess' on Ice. We started our date by going to dinner at the Pentagon City Mall to pick up some Panda Express. We ate it in the car since Arista fell asleep. We then parked the car and rode the metro into the city to the Verizon Center. When we walked into the VC it was filled with little princesses with Mommy's and Daddy's. There were booths set up with toys, lights, and photo booths. We had a family picture taken together with Ariel. Chris got a hat with his purchase of cotton candy, and we thought it fit in real well with our picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIg3BrTaR0k/TW6YipqA3jI/AAAAAAAADO0/0SNW7klmXGo/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIg3BrTaR0k/TW6YipqA3jI/AAAAAAAADO0/0SNW7klmXGo/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579564709423668786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After browsing for awhile the show began. The first hour Arista was mesmerised by the characters and lights. After intermission she became tired and was ready to go. There was a woman and her daughter sitting next to us with a huge bucket of popcorn, Arista kept trying to sneak her hand into the bucket for a piece. Silly girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyOsjilOZHQ/TW6Yi_WQLTI/AAAAAAAADO8/rDfVZY4N_08/s1600/IMG_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyOsjilOZHQ/TW6Yi_WQLTI/AAAAAAAADO8/rDfVZY4N_08/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579564715246366002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was fantastic and so magical. This is the second time we have seen this ice show, and we loved it again. We are excited to one day take Arista to Disney Land or World. Chris and I both noted that the night would have been perfect had Preslie been there with us. She would have loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gkEkAhAyzI/TW6Yi0IRbjI/AAAAAAAADPE/ZMqlUwyV0UI/s1600/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gkEkAhAyzI/TW6Yi0IRbjI/AAAAAAAADPE/ZMqlUwyV0UI/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579564712234937906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the amazing date night Christopher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8s7MwfyfoHY/TW6YiD2QGuI/AAAAAAAADOs/bBKSq9x7klI/s1600/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8s7MwfyfoHY/TW6YiD2QGuI/AAAAAAAADOs/bBKSq9x7klI/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579564699274451682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1078620762611673322?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1078620762611673322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1078620762611673322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1078620762611673322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1078620762611673322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney On Ice'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXKm6n8uONU/TW6ZEfxXmEI/AAAAAAAADPM/_PNmExAs6Ds/s72-c/Disney%2Bon%2BIce%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5422028813185735810</id><published>2011-03-02T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:03:50.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0k1whb702o/TW6UiZfvJRI/AAAAAAAADOk/Rx3ZcalsiR0/s1600/x27896823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0k1whb702o/TW6UiZfvJRI/AAAAAAAADOk/Rx3ZcalsiR0/s320/x27896823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579560307039085842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista and I went to our ward's playgroup yesterday morning, and when I was getting into the car I saw I had a voicemail message. I got into the car and started listening to the message. It was an officer, I figured he was going to tell me that they were still working on our case. Instead he said that my weddings rings have been recovered, and that I could pick them up in a few hours at the police station. I started screaming, Arista started screaming, I had to pull over the car so I didn't get in an accident I was freaking out so badly. I called Chris at work and screamed! Of course he thought something horrible happened, but I slowed down and told him the rings were found he was just as ecstatic as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer called me back 30 minutes later to give me my property number and told me that the rings were found in an envelope on the fitness directors desk, after he had returned from a break. We are thinking the robber got spooked since the police were going around asking residents about it. We are not sure if they will continue to search for the robber or let it go since the rings have been given back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue, Arista and I went to pick them up and sure enough they are the right rings. I am going to take them in to get cleaned, and have the diamonds checked before I wear them again. For now they are sitting pretty in their comfy box safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith has been restored and strengthened throughout this ordeal. The Lord really does watch over us, and help us even in things that seem hopeless at times. We are grateful for the guilt the robber felt, and for his/her honesty in returning them. Miracles do happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5422028813185735810?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5422028813185735810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5422028813185735810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5422028813185735810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5422028813185735810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0k1whb702o/TW6UiZfvJRI/AAAAAAAADOk/Rx3ZcalsiR0/s72-c/x27896823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1431956070501930302</id><published>2011-02-19T22:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:38:51.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Day</title><content type='html'>Thursday was a gorgeous day outside, and it began with a special Valentine's Day gift from Grandma and Grandpa McDonald. Auntie Kipley also threw in some fun Valentine's for us as well as an adorable unicorn pony as a late Christmas gift. Arista has been carrying it around everywhere, and loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ssd1oc5S_6A/TWEoR_JOK3I/AAAAAAAADMc/P7wx-HMsg5I/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ssd1oc5S_6A/TWEoR_JOK3I/AAAAAAAADMc/P7wx-HMsg5I/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575782103134382962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Sue sent Grandma Mary some fabric to make a little blanket for Arista. Grandma Mary used her skills and put together an amazing quilt. Arista loved to lay on it and carry it around with her little pony. Chris and I were talking that we need a quilt for us. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckjHCzOjD9M/TWEoRfC8OSI/AAAAAAAADMU/TmSXxp1IzS8/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckjHCzOjD9M/TWEoRfC8OSI/AAAAAAAADMU/TmSXxp1IzS8/s320/IMG_0690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575782094518106402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take Arista to the Zoo since it was so nice outside. We brought Grandma Sue in on the fun too. We started out by staring at the Emu. Arista was a bit afraid of him, and I can't blame her. He was giving us the stare down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LA0g3RBAqJE/TWEoS0XXS6I/AAAAAAAADM0/jLXw_lZFJIM/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LA0g3RBAqJE/TWEoS0XXS6I/AAAAAAAADM0/jLXw_lZFJIM/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575782117420780450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panda bear was ADORABLE! She was just sitting on her cute little bum chewing on some bamboo. I think we were more enthralled with the panda than Arista was. Chris can we get one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2idGyNUvKTM/TWEu--yTqgI/AAAAAAAADM8/CD9n-Fu6NmU/s1600/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2idGyNUvKTM/TWEu--yTqgI/AAAAAAAADM8/CD9n-Fu6NmU/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575789473202153986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klEkubbmBPI/TWEu_ZkK0zI/AAAAAAAADNM/WGYKZPyLjD8/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-klEkubbmBPI/TWEu_ZkK0zI/AAAAAAAADNM/WGYKZPyLjD8/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575789480390611762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBBt-_O7XAA/TWEoSgEHFRI/AAAAAAAADMs/qLia_OUXhI4/s1600/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBBt-_O7XAA/TWEoSgEHFRI/AAAAAAAADMs/qLia_OUXhI4/s320/IMG_0752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575782111971317010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEbagK8r7gM/TWEoSLIwLbI/AAAAAAAADMk/UZBZNtAdUcI/s1600/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEbagK8r7gM/TWEoSLIwLbI/AAAAAAAADMk/UZBZNtAdUcI/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575782106353642930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista was not down on any family pictures this trip at the zoo. All she wanted to do was run around. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuTg1pT4YNM/TWEu_EI4TZI/AAAAAAAADNE/w_RmhQ_uWAg/s1600/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuTg1pT4YNM/TWEu_EI4TZI/AAAAAAAADNE/w_RmhQ_uWAg/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575789474639007122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvtc2YLxsbk/TWEyzsmNDiI/AAAAAAAADN0/9CBXOYaI4_M/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvtc2YLxsbk/TWEyzsmNDiI/AAAAAAAADN0/9CBXOYaI4_M/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575793677387501090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this cool kid's play area that is all about pizza. Arista had a blast playing on the giant cheese wedge and trying to pick up the giant mushroom. She was really sad to leave. Grandma Sue made the sauce while Arista played with the toppings. Too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKdyf7qOaQk/TWEy0CYtH_I/AAAAAAAADOE/TQH5anwb2yE/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKdyf7qOaQk/TWEy0CYtH_I/AAAAAAAADOE/TQH5anwb2yE/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575793683236462578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0UuC4TU6Ak/TWEyzx_vVLI/AAAAAAAADN8/s8YNmsI-bAY/s1600/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0UuC4TU6Ak/TWEyzx_vVLI/AAAAAAAADN8/s8YNmsI-bAY/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575793678836782258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSFHHP3Y_ok/TWEvACwJvRI/AAAAAAAADNc/WiyAv2Rexho/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSFHHP3Y_ok/TWEvACwJvRI/AAAAAAAADNc/WiyAv2Rexho/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575789491446725906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAcaNAioFSo/TWEu_6z5iXI/AAAAAAAADNU/I4yTlRR6Nm8/s1600/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAcaNAioFSo/TWEu_6z5iXI/AAAAAAAADNU/I4yTlRR6Nm8/s320/IMG_0778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575789489314957682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvIySpYY1nY/TWEyzK05nsI/AAAAAAAADNk/OBijhDOQN5c/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvIySpYY1nY/TWEyzK05nsI/AAAAAAAADNk/OBijhDOQN5c/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575793668322336450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye bye Zoo, bye bye Zoo, we will see you someday soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uFdI-Vyy3U/TWEyzes-zUI/AAAAAAAADNs/wLOuHTDelSM/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uFdI-Vyy3U/TWEyzes-zUI/AAAAAAAADNs/wLOuHTDelSM/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575793673657830722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1431956070501930302?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1431956070501930302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1431956070501930302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1431956070501930302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1431956070501930302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/02/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ssd1oc5S_6A/TWEoR_JOK3I/AAAAAAAADMc/P7wx-HMsg5I/s72-c/IMG_0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-7137960241227250564</id><published>2011-02-14T23:58:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:12:55.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOT Weekend in Hot Springs</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning Chris and I woke up and headed off for our weekend getaway to Hot Springs Virginia. It's a 4 hour drive, and I took the first 3 hours while Chris studied. I kept myself entertained while jamming to the radio and practising for my future American Idol audition. When we hit the 3 hour mark Chris drove the 60 mile windy road to The Homestead 1776 hotel. I was very excited to get out of the car, since I get motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Soe1LJdx2o/TVtCdL4QVZI/AAAAAAAADKU/japHnlwaw1Q/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Soe1LJdx2o/TVtCdL4QVZI/AAAAAAAADKU/japHnlwaw1Q/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574122032973501842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hotel around 2pm, checked in, and then went to the Casino restaurant for lunch. We both had delicious pizza's, then went back to the hotel to walk around. I have never been to a nicer hotel in my life. It was like an old southern mansion, with marble floors, old paintings, old furniture, and my favorite part...3:00pm tea time. Every day from 3-4 they serve all the guests tea with cucumber sandwiches and bread. To us non-tea drinkers they served hot chocolate with marshmallows. It was the best hot chocolate we have ever tasted. After sipping our drinks we browsed through the shops and then took a long nap in our beds. Yes, we had 2 full size beds in our room. We were a bit disappointed that we reserved a room with a king sized bed, and ended up with 2 full. However, we moved both beds together and made it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk1VU4s9UDw/TVs9xwGBtGI/AAAAAAAADJc/D1y53aCFaIM/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk1VU4s9UDw/TVs9xwGBtGI/AAAAAAAADJc/D1y53aCFaIM/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574116888734184546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ls5WIQTgqY/TVs9xlhOhxI/AAAAAAAADJU/wuxv9ExLi_g/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ls5WIQTgqY/TVs9xlhOhxI/AAAAAAAADJU/wuxv9ExLi_g/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574116885895481106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderfully long nap we woke up and started getting showered and ready for our night out. We both dressed up in fancy clothes and walked around the hotel. We checked out the pool, bowling ally, spa, and all the other amazing things the hotel had to offer. At around 8:30pm we went to the main dining room for our candlelit dinner. Our appetizers were crab cakes and braised beef with cheese grits. Then for our main course we had trout and apple bourbon pork. The food was the best we have ever tasted. Everything was perfect! For dessert we had a flour less chocolate cake, a cherry cordial cake, and an orange rum cake(free from our waiter). After stuffing ourselves with dessert we hit the dance floor. We requested "Come Fly With Me", and danced to 3 other romantic songs. The band was incredible, and the dancing was amazing. Right when the last song of the night was ending, I looked over and there was this woman wearing the SAME DRESS I WAS! What are the chances of that happening?! After leaving the dining hall we sat by the fire in the great hall, and my dress twin walked past us. I was hoping that they didn't see me but to no avail the husband ran back over and said "Cute Dress!". We all had a great laugh over it. I should have requested that we get a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fb49Pc_qnY/TVs9yWb4MZI/AAAAAAAADJ0/3vauZoznvZk/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fb49Pc_qnY/TVs9yWb4MZI/AAAAAAAADJ0/3vauZoznvZk/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574116899026383250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH9WPzlkl54/TVs9yM2igtI/AAAAAAAADJs/xBX8mY3_wRk/s1600/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH9WPzlkl54/TVs9yM2igtI/AAAAAAAADJs/xBX8mY3_wRk/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574116896453853906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVprzc0Dgms/TVtCbhCjgjI/AAAAAAAADJ8/JooIUW2Upno/s1600/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVprzc0Dgms/TVtCbhCjgjI/AAAAAAAADJ8/JooIUW2Upno/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574122004294107698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful evening we settled into our room and watched "Love and Other Drugs". We really enjoyed the movie, and thought it had a wonderful love story behind it. We exchanged gifts, and Chris loved what I got him.  I had a beautiful statue made of our family.  Chris gave me the new Katy Perry nail polish and a massage and body wrap! Waking up the next morning at 8:00am wasn't too much, but we had a fabulous breakfast put on by the hotel. It was huge with homemade donuts, and any breakfast food you could think of. Thinking about it makes me hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN2gy2EfI4A/TVtCb_v_EHI/AAAAAAAADKE/_MXNe-f9usI/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN2gy2EfI4A/TVtCb_v_EHI/AAAAAAAADKE/_MXNe-f9usI/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574122012537720946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDhfLdbx-pI/TVs9yJ_kGkI/AAAAAAAADJk/mGlPXq_Ynps/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDhfLdbx-pI/TVs9yJ_kGkI/AAAAAAAADJk/mGlPXq_Ynps/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574116895686400578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGBxL0CBVJ4/TVtCcStUXLI/AAAAAAAADKM/5HGJY2jrX0U/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGBxL0CBVJ4/TVtCcStUXLI/AAAAAAAADKM/5HGJY2jrX0U/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574122017626807474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From breakfast we went back to our room to pack up our things. After checking out we sat outside in the rocking chairs in the front of the hotel for awhile, then went bowling. I started out bowling really well, then Chris came from behind and bowled a turkey! He was very proud of his score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg14GI6tgk4/TVtCdTklkmI/AAAAAAAADKc/rN8V7Mp3Erg/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg14GI6tgk4/TVtCdTklkmI/AAAAAAAADKc/rN8V7Mp3Erg/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574122035038491234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChTtNOUe23g/TVtNza29AXI/AAAAAAAADLM/T-1QJ7_hBd4/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChTtNOUe23g/TVtNza29AXI/AAAAAAAADLM/T-1QJ7_hBd4/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134509579600242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling we walked around the grounds of the hotel, watched ice skaters skate, sat by the outside fire, and played a few games of checkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFdXwmt4Arw/TVtJ-VjzJzI/AAAAAAAADKs/02PY_L3XAKI/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFdXwmt4Arw/TVtJ-VjzJzI/AAAAAAAADKs/02PY_L3XAKI/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574130299089135410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6pb-b7586o/TVtJ-A2KRSI/AAAAAAAADKk/41RhXnxkkNg/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6pb-b7586o/TVtJ-A2KRSI/AAAAAAAADKk/41RhXnxkkNg/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574130293529003298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3:00pm we took a shuttle up to the horse ranch where we got suited up for our hour long ride. Chris is petrified of horses and watching him get on the horse was pure entertainment. I wish I could have taken a picture of his face. He was scared out of his mind. After about 10 minutes into our ride he finally realized enough to enjoy it. We rode through the beautiful mountains, with no problems what-so-ever. We had 2 very tame horses. Chris rode Lou, and I rode Rickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_34o6xh8nw4/TVtLSm5gq4I/AAAAAAAADK8/IF06qGWqT3w/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_34o6xh8nw4/TVtLSm5gq4I/AAAAAAAADK8/IF06qGWqT3w/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131746852612994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H0SlbBBwfoY/TVtLSPKyufI/AAAAAAAADK0/m3BpzB8oW8s/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H0SlbBBwfoY/TVtLSPKyufI/AAAAAAAADK0/m3BpzB8oW8s/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574131740482648562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From horseback riding we started our long journey home. The first hour was pure hell. That windy road was a killer, and I ended up throwing up all the way home. It was awful! What a nasty way to end such a great weekend! To make matters worse I ended up dropping my bag of throw-up on my foot and all over the car floor. We also left a lovely bag of vomit on the driveway of someones house on accident when we did a quick "pull over I am going to throw up!". Sorry whoever you are!! When we finally arrived home the nausea subsided just from seeing our little Arista's face. She was so happy to see up and was talking up A storm about all her adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XhKxGYykhE/TVtMVPn103I/AAAAAAAADLE/k2Mg2oh2d_U/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XhKxGYykhE/TVtMVPn103I/AAAAAAAADLE/k2Mg2oh2d_U/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574132891655721842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-7137960241227250564?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7137960241227250564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=7137960241227250564&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7137960241227250564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7137960241227250564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/02/hot-weekend-in-hot-springs.html' title='A HOT Weekend in Hot Springs'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Soe1LJdx2o/TVtCdL4QVZI/AAAAAAAADKU/japHnlwaw1Q/s72-c/IMG_0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-3626679859299587417</id><published>2011-02-14T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:58:23.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Box, Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_f53uPjG0A/TVoHthwDatI/AAAAAAAADJM/whzR1KKCWoc/s1600/1223-ring-box_we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_f53uPjG0A/TVoHthwDatI/AAAAAAAADJM/whzR1KKCWoc/s320/1223-ring-box_we.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573775967559838418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday Chris and I went over to workout at our community gym. While there I got onto the treadmill and started to run. After a few minutes I decided to take off my wedding ring and wedding band, since my fingers were beginning to swell up. After running I grabbed my ipod, water bottle, etc..and left the gym. For the first time ever I decided not to wipe off the machine because I didn't touch any of it. Around midnight I realized that I had left both of my rings in the tray on the treadmill. After a LONG night of anxiety and prayer I woke up at 4:55am to run over to the gym to see if my rings were there. I ran in the gym as fast as I could and the rings were GONE. No one working there that night has seen them, and the cleaning lady didn't see them. The gym closes at 11pm everynight and I left the gym at 9:45pm. Such a short time frame for some dishonest person to take them. We talked to many employees, managers, and made fliers but the rings have not shown up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days we realized that the rings would not be returned. We filed a police report, and have an officer working on talking to everyone who was at the gym that night. We are so lucky however that we insured both rings. It has been a challenge to gain receipts from our jeweler to turn in but this evening they finally found the receipt they had been searching for. We are hoping to have this all resolved soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been devastated by this loss. I know that it is just rings, but they have some serious meaning to me. I wore these rings through the most difficult experiences of my life. These rings symbolized the everlasting bond between Chris and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a very valuable lesson from this. NEVER take your rings off and leave them on a treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for an upgrade on my next ring. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-3626679859299587417?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3626679859299587417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=3626679859299587417&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/3626679859299587417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/3626679859299587417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/02/empty-box-broken-heart.html' title='Empty Box, Broken Heart'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_f53uPjG0A/TVoHthwDatI/AAAAAAAADJM/whzR1KKCWoc/s72-c/1223-ring-box_we.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5490809597292464443</id><published>2011-02-14T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:25:49.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30QhJ1uLOj0/TVmrwwKTFaI/AAAAAAAADJE/_PGvz3irks4/s1600/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573674867897865634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30QhJ1uLOj0/TVmrwwKTFaI/AAAAAAAADJE/_PGvz3irks4/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5490809597292464443?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5490809597292464443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5490809597292464443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5490809597292464443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5490809597292464443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-baby-valentine.html' title='My Baby Valentine'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30QhJ1uLOj0/TVmrwwKTFaI/AAAAAAAADJE/_PGvz3irks4/s72-c/IMG_0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-9070893513886462172</id><published>2011-02-02T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:49:17.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had A Million Dollars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TUlgXyuCWZI/AAAAAAAADIw/FQkFOrM4agY/s1600/Kate%2BSpade%2BFlat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TUlgXyuCWZI/AAAAAAAADIw/FQkFOrM4agY/s320/Kate%2BSpade%2BFlat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569088376088451474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be sporting these adorable shoes.  These shoes are like Dorthy gone pageant! With a pair of shoes like these, i'd need a whole new wardrobe.  Excuse me while I drool over these glitter goddesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-9070893513886462172?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/9070893513886462172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=9070893513886462172&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/9070893513886462172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/9070893513886462172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-had-million-dollars.html' title='If I Had A Million Dollars'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TUlgXyuCWZI/AAAAAAAADIw/FQkFOrM4agY/s72-c/Kate%2BSpade%2BFlat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-7946418093827986309</id><published>2011-01-21T09:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:46:12.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxed Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTmqNJZDpoI/AAAAAAAADIY/qjixorLy3KA/s1600/preslie%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTmqNJZDpoI/AAAAAAAADIY/qjixorLy3KA/s320/preslie%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564665957428995714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I felt this intense sadness for Preslie.  I remembered my Mom saying to me after she died that when I am deeply sad and missing Preslie, she is missing me too. I really felt that way the other night, that she was really missing me at that same moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pull out her memory box that the hospital gave us. I have not opened it since Arista has been born, and I didn't realize the emotions I would feel when I looked into the sacred box. As I pulled out each item I reflected back on the short moments I had with Preslie after she was born. I felt such guilt and regret. "Why didn't I hold her tighter? Why didn't I kiss her more? Why was I scared to hold my own daughter?" I kept thinking the recurring "If onlys". My heart ached to hold her tiny body again. All I have of my precious baby is this box, and the memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known a lot of babies that have been born the past few months, and I can't help but feel a little sad when I look at the pictures of them. I wonder if I will always feel this way. I would NEVER wish our situation on anyone, but I can't help but think about why Chris and I were chosen to say goodbye to our daughter way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for not doing more lately to remember Preslie. Chasing after a 14 month old has occupied much of my time, but I feel like I need to do something once in a while to let Preslie know that Mommy has not forgotten her. I have volunteered to be an area leader for a infant loss group in the area. The link is on the side of my blog, Faces of Loss, Faces of Hope. Our group Face2Face is going to meet once a month to share our stories and to meet others who know what we are feeling. I am excited to be able to talk freely about Preslie, and not feel judged or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't feel bad about talking about Preslie, but lately I have met a lot of women who happen to be pregnant who ask about Preslie. I explain what happened, and the women look terrified afterwards. I end up apologizing a million times, hoping I didn't scare them. I want to tell them that it won't happen to them, and that they shouldn't worry. Unfortunately no one has that guarantee. I've been attending different ward and church activities, and it seems like the minute Preslie is brought up the conversation ends. I didn't think it would be this hard to make friends. I am a normal, fun, Mom, who just happens to have an angel in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When writing this post It didn't even occur to me that 27 months ago today at this very time, I woke up to a still baby. A baby I would never feel move again. A baby that would eventually be buried with Grandpa in Utah. A baby that I would never see smile. A baby that won't grow up. A baby that was taken too soon. A baby that became an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preslie's headstone was laid a few weeks ago. My sister-in-law took and sent us pictures. It turned out beautifully. It looks exactly like the temporary we had in Michigan. Seeing the headstone made it seem so surreal. I, Rylie Quinn McDonald Martin have a child buried in a cemetery. Whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-7946418093827986309?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7946418093827986309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=7946418093827986309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7946418093827986309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7946418093827986309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/01/boxed-memories.html' title='Boxed Memories'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTmqNJZDpoI/AAAAAAAADIY/qjixorLy3KA/s72-c/preslie%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5642024846095010578</id><published>2011-01-16T15:53:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:53:29.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNmNFyVfCI/AAAAAAAADII/-CyGREpg90w/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNmNFyVfCI/AAAAAAAADII/-CyGREpg90w/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562902339810327586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little miracle baby is not quite a baby anymore. Miss Arista turns 14 months on Friday! I cannot believe how fast the time has flown, and how sad I am that she is growing up into a little toddler. I wanted to show you all a few of Arista's favorite things right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bath time. About 5 months ago we were giving Arista a bath and she decided she wanted to try swimming like a fish. Next thing we know she is diving into the water, swimming around. Before we knew it she slipped and bonked her head. Ever since that time she was terrified of taking a bath. We spent many nights wasting water, and praying that she would return to the water. We would take turns showering with her, and even then she still was scared. One day I had enough and sat her down in the water and hurried and put toys all around her and began showing her that it wasn't scary. It worked! Arista LOVES bath time now! In fact when we are upstairs she always runs into her bathroom, and tries to climb into the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNcmKRlchI/AAAAAAAADGQ/fGO3M3iUunk/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNcmKRlchI/AAAAAAAADGQ/fGO3M3iUunk/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562891775395590674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mess. Arista love love loves to get into anything and everything. If we turn our back for one second she will be in the bathroom unraveling the toilet paper, or opening cupboards and taking everything out. Her favorite cupboard is in the china closet, and inside is filled with all sorts of candles. Almost daily I am pulling wax out of her mouth. You may ask why we don't put a lock or rubber band on it, well we do! Late at night when everyone is asleep Chewy attacks all the rubber bands on the cupboards and hides them. Needless to say we may need to try something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNe5ymJZhI/AAAAAAAADGg/S3BBStn-JE8/s1600/IMG_9908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNe5ymJZhI/AAAAAAAADGg/S3BBStn-JE8/s320/IMG_9908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562894311660021266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNe5uWfPYI/AAAAAAAADGY/16uuEMaMwNE/s1600/IMG_9943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNe5uWfPYI/AAAAAAAADGY/16uuEMaMwNE/s320/IMG_9943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562894310520601986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go commando. Since Arista was born she has hated clothes, and diapers. Every time her diaper is changed or she is getting dressed, she cries. You would think after 14 months of the same thing she'd get use to it. Well Arista has learned how to take off her diaper, and it is now her favorite game. There have been numerous accidents on the floor, and a brand new chair we bought her. Luckily we have not had any poop accidents yet. There is no better way to explain her joy and excitement, then to show you in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhRJPYmHI/AAAAAAAADHI/5L1JhJjbjwM/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhRJPYmHI/AAAAAAAADHI/5L1JhJjbjwM/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562896911898810482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQ4OYrGI/AAAAAAAADHA/DvEwONmRyZI/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQ4OYrGI/AAAAAAAADHA/DvEwONmRyZI/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562896907331218530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQqgtXoI/AAAAAAAADG4/9XMBgmxai1Y/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQqgtXoI/AAAAAAAADG4/9XMBgmxai1Y/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562896903649975938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQZjMbjI/AAAAAAAADGw/ADhlcgbsOyM/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQZjMbjI/AAAAAAAADGw/ADhlcgbsOyM/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562896899096997426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQCa2s4I/AAAAAAAADGo/jZwzvADLv4s/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNhQCa2s4I/AAAAAAAADGo/jZwzvADLv4s/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562896892888003458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Torment Chewy. Arista's day is not complete unless she had pestered Chewy. We feel bad for Chewy, but at the same time he can always run away. I think he secretly enjoys some rough house, and loves Arista. Arista loves to squeal and chase after him all around the house, it is the funniest thing to watch. There have been times where we are shocked she has not been bitten or scratched. You are a good sport Chew-B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjv2PcTEI/AAAAAAAADHo/39KaUwU52nk/s1600/IMG_9963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjv2PcTEI/AAAAAAAADHo/39KaUwU52nk/s320/IMG_9963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562899638397979714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjvnfOddI/AAAAAAAADHg/ZWjoLQqLlJQ/s1600/IMG_9954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjvnfOddI/AAAAAAAADHg/ZWjoLQqLlJQ/s320/IMG_9954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562899634437649874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjvWuk03I/AAAAAAAADHY/uoem1W-nwhw/s1600/IMG_9925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjvWuk03I/AAAAAAAADHY/uoem1W-nwhw/s320/IMG_9925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562899629938627442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjvDp896I/AAAAAAAADHQ/WKP82GZ1U0Q/s1600/IMG_9929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNjvDp896I/AAAAAAAADHQ/WKP82GZ1U0Q/s320/IMG_9929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562899624818964386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat sweets. Arista LOVES cotton candy, and giant lollypops. She doesn't like chocolate, but will try it everytime. She has also learned to fold her arms when we are about to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNleHfEjpI/AAAAAAAADIA/KleCiqit12M/s1600/IMG_9984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNleHfEjpI/AAAAAAAADIA/KleCiqit12M/s320/IMG_9984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562901532812545682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNldxbocQI/AAAAAAAADH4/PWYPriXNcJM/s1600/IMG_9991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNldxbocQI/AAAAAAAADH4/PWYPriXNcJM/s320/IMG_9991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562901526892540162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNldgNhPtI/AAAAAAAADHw/B02fdk6ECFs/s1600/IMG_9980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNldgNhPtI/AAAAAAAADHw/B02fdk6ECFs/s320/IMG_9980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562901522269945554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Fun Things About Arista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite book is a Christmas book from Hallmark. It's a combination of the songs "Up on The Housetop" and "Jolly Old St. Nicolas". We have all sung that book till we were blue in the face, but Arista loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks Whole Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves participating in her Gymboree Music class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can say Yoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can do sign language for "milk", "more", and "all done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves watching Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate 2 entire tins of popcorn from Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves fruit snacks and turkey bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb up to her slide, and slide down by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can climb up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves and blows kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll arms. (Wheels on the bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite doll is a hideous baby troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started only nursing at night. (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful for the opportunity to have Arista in our lives. She has taught us patience, faith, hope, love, and has brought much happiness back into our lives. The Lord truly blessed us with such a happy and spunky baby, and we thank him everynight for giving us the chance to raise her here on earth. We have had many amazing experiences with Arista in the short 14 months she has been with us, and we will always cherish them. Even though life isn't always easy and we are still faced with challenges, we are grateful for each and every moment we have with Arista. We know what it feels like to lose a child you love, and because of that we love our daughters and the time with them, that much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista Miracle Martin, we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5642024846095010578?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5642024846095010578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5642024846095010578&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5642024846095010578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5642024846095010578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/01/miss-miracle.html' title='Miss Miracle'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TTNmNFyVfCI/AAAAAAAADII/-CyGREpg90w/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5726449874720271305</id><published>2011-01-02T23:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:27:29.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Family Theme and Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFdq4Skf-I/AAAAAAAADF4/HivgD0pIaVE/s1600/patience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFdq4Skf-I/AAAAAAAADF4/HivgD0pIaVE/s320/patience.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557826406398066658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I decided that every year we would have a family theme and word. Last year our word was focus. I wanted us to focus on the future, and to focus on the positive in life and not get stuck on the negative. Throughout 2010 we had a lot of positive and negative things happen to our little family. Despite all we've been through we are grateful for our health, the health of our family members, and for the job that Chris currently has. The past few days I have really been pondering and praying about what the focus of this next year should be for us. It wasn't until reading the Ensign today where I found the theme for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family theme for 2011 comes for the talk &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2011/01/make-yours-a-great-life?lang=eng"&gt;"Make Yours A Great Life"&lt;/a&gt; by Elder Paul V. Johnson. Our theme is... &lt;strong&gt;"Your future is not determined by the conditions around you. It is determined by your faith, your choices, and your efforts." &lt;/strong&gt; Throughout this year I want our family to be happy no matter where we live, and no matter what trials come our way. The article talks about historical figures who were faced with some major challenges, and how they got through them and didn't let them define who they were. I hope that through our trials we will make our lives great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family word this year is &lt;strong&gt;Patience&lt;/strong&gt;. Big word, and very difficult to achieve. However, with the Lord's help I know that our family will learn the true meaning of the word. I am not a patient person. When I want something I don't want to wait for it. I want to know where we will be in 2 months, 6 months etc. I want to lose 40 pounds by next week, have kid's without trying, not having to wait 9 months to see if we will get to take the baby home, where Chris will work. The list goes on and on and on and on. Waiting for Arista's arrival was one of the biggest trials of patience. I know that the Lord works in his own time and that if we are faithful and keep the commandments he will fulfill the desires of our heart. Although it can take quite a while sometimes, with patience it will become possible. This year our family is going to work on our patience and live more in the moment, and try to not worry what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to read &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2011/01/make-yours-a-great-life?lang=eng"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; talk, whether you are lds or not.  It really spoke to me, and kicked off my new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5726449874720271305?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5726449874720271305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5726449874720271305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5726449874720271305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5726449874720271305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-family-theme-and-word.html' title='2011 Family Theme and Word'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFdq4Skf-I/AAAAAAAADF4/HivgD0pIaVE/s72-c/patience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8924439976363312197</id><published>2011-01-02T21:50:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:47:54.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Bells Are Ringing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFUhbBc_fI/AAAAAAAADFw/ysKhtBbI2zY/s1600/IMG_8960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFUhbBc_fI/AAAAAAAADFw/ysKhtBbI2zY/s320/IMG_8960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557816348318170610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Christmas we spent it in Virgina. A few days before Christmas Chris and Arista got really bad colds. I thought I would miss out on all the cold/flu fun but unfortunately it hit me on Christmas Eve. I lost my voice, and had a terrible sore throat. No Christmas carols were sung by me, however we had an amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off our Christmas Eve festivities by visiting The National Botanical Gardens. They had fantastic replicas of famous sites made out of plants, dirt, twigs, seeds etc. There was also this train exhibit that was incredible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7XKOdcI/AAAAAAAADDI/VgKAyBlBrZI/s1600/IMG_9498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7XKOdcI/AAAAAAAADDI/VgKAyBlBrZI/s320/IMG_9498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557798102260151746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7D4E_LI/AAAAAAAADDA/H2Eu-Fo50pk/s1600/IMG_9483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7D4E_LI/AAAAAAAADDA/H2Eu-Fo50pk/s320/IMG_9483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557798097083759794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD6q_en_I/AAAAAAAADC4/2t75t6stRWQ/s1600/IMG_9493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD6q_en_I/AAAAAAAADC4/2t75t6stRWQ/s320/IMG_9493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557798090403913714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the gardens we ate at the American Grill at Union Station. We had a beautiful view of the Capital from our table, as well as a neat train display right below us. Arista enjoyed watching the trains go round and round as we waited for our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7xoOKtI/AAAAAAAADDY/U5nUo8PaTaQ/s1600/IMG_9533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7xoOKtI/AAAAAAAADDY/U5nUo8PaTaQ/s320/IMG_9533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557798109365283538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7lqMU4I/AAAAAAAADDQ/K9A-d2O8iec/s1600/IMG_9525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFD7lqMU4I/AAAAAAAADDQ/K9A-d2O8iec/s320/IMG_9525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557798106152326018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGxBJ4A_I/AAAAAAAADDo/l9ZSz4YMfVQ/s1600/IMG_9545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGxBJ4A_I/AAAAAAAADDo/l9ZSz4YMfVQ/s320/IMG_9545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557801223089292274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGw3FicnI/AAAAAAAADDg/m8PluqKazvQ/s1600/IMG_9538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGw3FicnI/AAAAAAAADDg/m8PluqKazvQ/s320/IMG_9538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557801220386746994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Union Station we drove to the Washington D.C. temple's visitor center. They had over millions of Christmas lights lit up as well as beautiful Christmas trees. We listened to the sister missionaries perform a beautiful melody of Christmas carols, and it really helped us remember the true meaning of Christmas. After the concert we walked around outside and took pictures. Poor Arista was so tired and sick she slept the entire time we were at the temple. That didn't stop us from taking many many pictures of her though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGx4yE65I/AAAAAAAADEA/47H3eqgV5Sg/s1600/IMG_9586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGx4yE65I/AAAAAAAADEA/47H3eqgV5Sg/s320/IMG_9586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557801238021860242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGxv9rjaI/AAAAAAAADD4/OqrsKS_yGCA/s1600/IMG_9576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGxv9rjaI/AAAAAAAADD4/OqrsKS_yGCA/s320/IMG_9576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557801235654610338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGxcurhEI/AAAAAAAADDw/6oxpLck7yCo/s1600/IMG_9574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFGxcurhEI/AAAAAAAADDw/6oxpLck7yCo/s320/IMG_9574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557801230491419714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista woke up at the perfect moment to open all her gifts from Grandma and Grandpa Martin, because they were leaving early the next morning for Texas. We gave Chad a frame with pictures of him and his grandchildren and Sue a Grandma bracelet and Deal or No Deal for her DS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnK7tcsI/AAAAAAAADEQ/Oi4CwGD0U00/s1600/IMG_9661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnK7tcsI/AAAAAAAADEQ/Oi4CwGD0U00/s320/IMG_9661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557807650985308866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnuHrvlI/AAAAAAAADEo/FungB8ysfY8/s1600/IMG_9654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnuHrvlI/AAAAAAAADEo/FungB8ysfY8/s320/IMG_9654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557807660430769746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas Chris bought me our first piece of art, Thomas Kincaid's Disney Castle. I am soo in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnd91zgI/AAAAAAAADEg/Qgnxj3H_3cQ/s1600/IMG_9687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnd91zgI/AAAAAAAADEg/Qgnxj3H_3cQ/s320/IMG_9687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557807656094518786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista was ecstatic with all the books she received as well as her building block truck, and Noah's Ark. We ended the night cleaning up, and watching Christmas with the Cranks. Arista didn't go to bed until well after 2am, so Santa had a very late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMm1QHsvI/AAAAAAAADEI/nYgdVG-BMSk/s1600/IMG_9620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMm1QHsvI/AAAAAAAADEI/nYgdVG-BMSk/s320/IMG_9620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557807645165335282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnaHQS-I/AAAAAAAADEY/OKsAzrWO7Y4/s1600/IMG_9671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFMnaHQS-I/AAAAAAAADEY/OKsAzrWO7Y4/s320/IMG_9671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557807655060261858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFOl6TLNAI/AAAAAAAADEw/ACzjZ-Sn6mg/s1600/IMG_9704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFOl6TLNAI/AAAAAAAADEw/ACzjZ-Sn6mg/s320/IMG_9704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557809828363711490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning we woke up around 10am and started opening our gifts. Arista didn't know what to think! I think Santa spoiled her way too much! Arista had a blast ripping all the paper and playing with all her new and fun toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFSv-6wTeI/AAAAAAAADFg/5nqLEVstI08/s1600/IMG_9720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFSv-6wTeI/AAAAAAAADFg/5nqLEVstI08/s320/IMG_9720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557814399448665570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ_Wks7eI/AAAAAAAADFQ/4IFAkVAAJiQ/s1600/IMG_9739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ_Wks7eI/AAAAAAAADFQ/4IFAkVAAJiQ/s320/IMG_9739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557812464473402850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ_DIYZaI/AAAAAAAADFI/p-kEJpdF2lA/s1600/IMG_9764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ_DIYZaI/AAAAAAAADFI/p-kEJpdF2lA/s320/IMG_9764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557812459254343074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ-2ztfII/AAAAAAAADFA/Ete2LsHqpCE/s1600/IMG_9800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ-2ztfII/AAAAAAAADFA/Ete2LsHqpCE/s320/IMG_9800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557812455946419330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ-nLnzUI/AAAAAAAADE4/5Fdx2j-8DYs/s1600/IMG_9715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ-nLnzUI/AAAAAAAADE4/5Fdx2j-8DYs/s320/IMG_9715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557812451751742786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found Chris' main gift this year I was ecstatic! I thought for sure Chris would do a cartwheel he would love it so much. Everyone I talked to said that the gift sounded awesome. Well you could not hide the disappointment on Chris' face when he opened a "make your own soda machine"...It took me a good 20 minutes to recover from the disappointment I felt in failing as santa this year. Fortunatly I made up for with with the Family Guy Star Wars Trilogy as well as other Star Wars related things. For once I wanted to buy my husband something that you would not purchase at a toy store. I'll stick with toys for now on. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFSwA7L48I/AAAAAAAADFo/We-nO0lX8Ks/s1600/IMG_9787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFSwA7L48I/AAAAAAAADFo/We-nO0lX8Ks/s320/IMG_9787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557814399987344322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ_c6Fo4I/AAAAAAAADFY/LwtmMk593Ng/s1600/IMG_9790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFQ_c6Fo4I/AAAAAAAADFY/LwtmMk593Ng/s320/IMG_9790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557812466173715330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a breakfast of pancakes and eggs we opened our stockings. I always loved opening my stocking more than the presents. Around 3pm a guy from our ward came over to spend Christmas day with us. He was unable to visit his family this year, so we gladly offered to have him come over for dinner and games. I made a yummy dinner of Pork Tenderloin, homemade rolls, sweet potatoes, corn, and pumpkin pie! After dinner we played Scattagories, and I beat everyone! Chris has never lost a game of Scattagories, so I walked around with pride the rest of the night. After our evening ended we were exhausted. We ended the night watching one of my favorite movies "The Sound Of Music". It was my Great Great Aunt Clara's favorite movie, and everytime I watch it I think of when I would visit her. We had a wonderful Christmas this year, and although Preslie could not join us we knew she was watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8924439976363312197?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8924439976363312197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8924439976363312197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8924439976363312197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8924439976363312197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Christmas Bells Are Ringing'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TSFUhbBc_fI/AAAAAAAADFw/ysKhtBbI2zY/s72-c/IMG_8960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5270992054616852450</id><published>2010-12-26T21:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:48:33.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Sue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Dear Grandma Sue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you couldn't be here with me for your birthday, I decided I would see what it was like to play in your shoes for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 7am and threw on a Yankee's sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf3u9LdTiI/AAAAAAAADCA/0hazcanl1u4/s1600/IMG_9815.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555181051453460002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf3u9LdTiI/AAAAAAAADCA/0hazcanl1u4/s320/IMG_9815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then grabbed a gumball to chew on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf3ufTlawI/AAAAAAAADB4/ejY_8GVC8yM/s1600/IMG_9826.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555181043434482434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf3ufTlawI/AAAAAAAADB4/ejY_8GVC8yM/s320/IMG_9826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into the bathroom to look into my magnification mirror. Did you know it shows even my small pores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2EeED5zI/AAAAAAAADBw/IuG9pJ5JOvo/s1600/IMG_9830.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555179222034802482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2EeED5zI/AAAAAAAADBw/IuG9pJ5JOvo/s320/IMG_9830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a few stray hairs and decided I needed to dye them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2D84QF7I/AAAAAAAADBo/yNY7z5yCztI/s1600/IMG_9838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555179213126899634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2D84QF7I/AAAAAAAADBo/yNY7z5yCztI/s320/IMG_9838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs and laid on the couch to watch TV, while eating some chocolate covered pomegranates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2Dio1GXI/AAAAAAAADBg/R6EDH0Qb2nU/s1600/IMG_9847.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555179206082894194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2Dio1GXI/AAAAAAAADBg/R6EDH0Qb2nU/s320/IMG_9847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2DKPtX4I/AAAAAAAADBY/zWQ9Ne5n9vo/s1600/IMG_9857.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555179199535079298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2DKPtX4I/AAAAAAAADBY/zWQ9Ne5n9vo/s320/IMG_9857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2CsoU8UI/AAAAAAAADBQ/cXPKQSxnrxw/s1600/IMG_9858.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555179191585272130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf2CsoU8UI/AAAAAAAADBQ/cXPKQSxnrxw/s320/IMG_9858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around Noon I decided I would fix dinner for everyone to eat later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf7r8PvZ7I/AAAAAAAADCw/YA7wH6tmld4/s1600/IMG_9861.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555185397709891506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf7r8PvZ7I/AAAAAAAADCw/YA7wH6tmld4/s320/IMG_9861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped into my car and drove to Safeway to get some Pepsi. I've had this cough for a few days now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6JshaunI/AAAAAAAADCo/O3oBXxXQVqg/s1600/IMG_9865.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183709861886578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6JshaunI/AAAAAAAADCo/O3oBXxXQVqg/s320/IMG_9865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my coupons and walked all around the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6JQbcgdI/AAAAAAAADCg/4ei5NGpHG3I/s1600/IMG_9876.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183702320644562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6JQbcgdI/AAAAAAAADCg/4ei5NGpHG3I/s320/IMG_9876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read stories to my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6I0YfdOI/AAAAAAAADCI/E1hQARGUCbs/s1600/IMG_9895.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183694792062178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6I0YfdOI/AAAAAAAADCI/E1hQARGUCbs/s320/IMG_9895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day I took my sleeping pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6JBnU_hI/AAAAAAAADCY/NeH85VFsGHI/s1600/IMG_9880.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183698343951890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6JBnU_hI/AAAAAAAADCY/NeH85VFsGHI/s320/IMG_9880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end my day I took a long drink of cold Pepsi, to help me go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6I4PQc4I/AAAAAAAADCQ/1f29-_OEUHo/s1600/IMG_9884.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555183695827071874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf6I4PQc4I/AAAAAAAADCQ/1f29-_OEUHo/s320/IMG_9884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma I hope that you have a fun birthday in Houston. Thank you for always taking such good care of me. I love when you watch me while Mommy goes to the gym, and when Mommy and Daddy go on dates. I love reading stories with you, and climbing up and down the stairs. I like all the crazy names you call me, and the funny noises you make. Thanks for all the presents and gifts you give me all the time, and for always making me laugh. I love you Grandma Sue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete&lt;br /&gt;(Crazy nickname from Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5270992054616852450?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5270992054616852450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5270992054616852450&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5270992054616852450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5270992054616852450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-grandma-sue.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma Sue!'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRf3u9LdTiI/AAAAAAAADCA/0hazcanl1u4/s72-c/IMG_9815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8813298066984826049</id><published>2010-12-25T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:28:46.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRWPBRrQG0I/AAAAAAAADBI/w_EUS9A-46A/s1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRWPBRrQG0I/AAAAAAAADBI/w_EUS9A-46A/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554502967518829378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8813298066984826049?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8813298066984826049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8813298066984826049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8813298066984826049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8813298066984826049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TRWPBRrQG0I/AAAAAAAADBI/w_EUS9A-46A/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8273618783690162602</id><published>2010-12-19T20:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:48:00.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Light Gazing From Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TQ8VbL62uuI/AAAAAAAADA0/rKdBdtS_cPw/s1600/christmas_tree_lights_silhouette_star_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TQ8VbL62uuI/AAAAAAAADA0/rKdBdtS_cPw/s320/christmas_tree_lights_silhouette_star_sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552680422371408610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of Christmas are all the beautiful lights. Growing up on Christmas Eve we would all be in our new pajamas and jump into the car and go look at lights. There was this neighborhood that would go all out with amazing lights. The feeling was so special and sparkly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few years living in Michigan there weren't many Christmas lights. I was shocked that not many people put them up. Last year when my parents came for Thanksgiving my Dad put up beautiful lights on our little house. It made such a huge difference to my Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Chris, Arista and I drove around the neighborhood and looked at the lights. There aren't as many here in Virginia as there are out west. Since we live in a townhouse community there is limited space for Christmas lights. However, I loved every minute of it. I loved looking at everyone's Christmas trees, and I especially loved all the many twinkling lights. I have been thinking a lot lately about how I am so excited for Christmas this year, and yet dreading it at the same time. How can you have conflicting feelings like that? I keep reflecting back on the past few Christmases and the feelings I had then and now. 2 years ago my world ended, and Christmas was VERY difficult. Last Christmas I was in heaven with my miracle baby, and this Christmas I feel a huge hole in my heart. I want to spend Christmas with my two daughters. I want Preslie to come down the stairs holding Arista and jumping for joy at what Santa has brought her. I want to see her crazy curly brown hair bouncing along with her. I want her to sit on my lap with Arista as we read the Nativity Story. I want to look at our two daughters opening gifts, and look at Chris and feel like my life is complete. I want Arista to have a mother who is 100% devoted to her, and not sad on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to terms with the fact that Preslie was only here to receive a body, and that she has a bigger purpose. I can't make 100% peace with not having her here with us right here and right now. I wonder if I ever will have that peace. As I have watched Arista grow, I have found myself becoming sad that she is growing up. When Preslie died I wanted that baby. I wanted a live baby to take care of. As Arista is becoming more independent and growing out of her baby stage that want of a baby is growing stronger. My mother tells me that is why it's time to have another child. My Mom just wants another grandbaby. ;) No, I want to go back in time and snatch my baby Preslie and take care of her and watch her grow. I want that empty feeling in my heart and arms to go away. I want Arista to meet the amazing sister she has, and to be able to look up to her and grow alongside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is a wonderful time to reconnect with our Savior. I am grateful the Savior was born on this earth and that he died for me. He died for me to be able to fill this whole in my heart, and to raise and see my little P again. I know that through him I can temporarily fill my void, however hard it may be. How lucky Preslie is to be able to spend Christmas with the reason for the season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel Daddy sent me this poem two years ago, and I love reading it during this Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas in Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the countless CHRISTMAS TREES around the world below &lt;br /&gt;with tiny lights like HEAVEN’S STARS reflecting on the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight is so SPECTACULAR please wipe away that tear &lt;br /&gt;for I am spending CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the many CHRISTMAS SONGS that people hold so dear &lt;br /&gt;but the SOUND OF MUSIC can't compare with the CHRISTMAS CHOIR up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to tell you of the JOY their voices bring &lt;br /&gt;for it is beyond description to HEAR THE ANGELS SING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know HOW MUCH YOU MISS ME, I see the pain inside your heart &lt;br /&gt;for I am spending CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you of the SPLENDOR or the PEACE here in this place &lt;br /&gt;Can you just imagine CHRISTMAS WITH OUR SAVIOR face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask him to LIFT YOUR SPIRIT as I tell him of your love &lt;br /&gt;so then PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER as you lift your eyes above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let your HEARTS BE JOYFUL and let your SPIRIT SING &lt;br /&gt;for I am spending CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN and I’m walking WITH THE KING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wanda White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at the Christmas lights on houses and trees I always think "I bet Preslie has an amazing view of all the lights around the world". I imagine myself sitting next to her in the clouds "Christmas light gazing". Someday we will all be together again gazing at the lights, but for now only in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8273618783690162602?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8273618783690162602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8273618783690162602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8273618783690162602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8273618783690162602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-light-gazing-from-heaven.html' title='Christmas Light Gazing From Heaven'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TQ8VbL62uuI/AAAAAAAADA0/rKdBdtS_cPw/s72-c/christmas_tree_lights_silhouette_star_sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1990864392835648220</id><published>2010-11-29T22:24:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:58:58.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Grinchy" Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR-jdlE6YI/AAAAAAAADAM/Hsma8wniODQ/s1600/IMG_8621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR-jdlE6YI/AAAAAAAADAM/Hsma8wniODQ/s320/IMG_8621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545196188900583810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Thanksgiving we shared it with friends and family. Marissa and Chris flew in from Utah, and even arrived a day earlier due to the "blizzard". My Thanksgiving preparations began Tuesday night by making a pumpkin roll. C3P0(Chris Coates, our brother-in-law)was craving a good pumpkin roll, so I took on the task. I added a little bit of lemon extract to the filling. It was yummy! Wednesday night C3P0 and Chris went and played basketball over at the church, while I baked and Arista played with Marissa and Grandma and Grandpa. I made 2 French Silk pies, homemade rolls, pumpkin pie, Jello, caramel sweet potatoes, and favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwnmme-rI/AAAAAAAAC-U/6J4xP14iyCQ/s1600/IMG_8652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwnmme-rI/AAAAAAAAC-U/6J4xP14iyCQ/s320/IMG_8652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545180866879093426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving started out with a big "Turkey Bowl" played at the church. All the men played including Marissa! Way to go! We had a wonderful dinner together along with our good friends Stan and Lea, and Chris' 3rd cousins Mary-Ann, James, Maria, and their little sons Noah and Moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwpL171ZI/AAAAAAAAC-s/WQQYGyar1f8/s1600/IMG_8669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwpL171ZI/AAAAAAAAC-s/WQQYGyar1f8/s320/IMG_8669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545180894055880082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwo87Lj6I/AAAAAAAAC-k/gsNUDDcy_Bg/s1600/IMG_8666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwo87Lj6I/AAAAAAAAC-k/gsNUDDcy_Bg/s320/IMG_8666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545180890051350434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwoHTBhcI/AAAAAAAAC-c/xguPdmvaKtA/s1600/IMG_8659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwoHTBhcI/AAAAAAAAC-c/xguPdmvaKtA/s320/IMG_8659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545180875655841218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwnS2RyoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/M8rkf5rEK2Q/s1600/IMG_8624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPRwnS2RyoI/AAAAAAAAC-M/M8rkf5rEK2Q/s320/IMG_8624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545180861576628866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we played games, while a few of us napped. At 10pm Chris and I headed over to Toys R Us to start our black Friday Christmas shopping. We could not believe how many people were there. The line wrapped around the building a few times. We thought we would never get in, and Chris was begging me to go. Fortunately I made him stay, and we only waited 20 minutes before we were running through the store grabbing anything that Arista would love. We ended up with a bundle of great toys for amazing deals. After Toys R Us we picked up Arista and all headed to Potomac Mills Mall. The mall opened at midnight, and I was one of the first people into Old Navy. I was given a free pair of cozy socks, and a free Dance Central X-box game! After Old Navy we all went our separate ways and shopped till we literally dropped into bed at 6am! Around 3am we stopped into Build-A-Bear to build "Hal". He was only $5 and Arista was awake, so we stuffed him. Right after building him Arista fell fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR0gk1xIsI/AAAAAAAAC-0/hrE_8how5AQ/s1600/IMG_8719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR0gk1xIsI/AAAAAAAAC-0/hrE_8how5AQ/s320/IMG_8719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545185144193753794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a blur to all of us. We all took turns napping and watching the football games. I didn't pay much attention to the games, other than the BSU game. I was beyond disappointed at the turnout. Hopefully they can still play in a good bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR1Zq1BrWI/AAAAAAAAC-8/aBw7GpjQNR8/s1600/IMG_8744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR1Zq1BrWI/AAAAAAAAC-8/aBw7GpjQNR8/s320/IMG_8744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545186125053799778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we still recovered from black Friday. I went and got my nails done, and then came home to a CRAZY Utah game. There were a lot of fun people over watching, and cheering. There wasn't a dry eye in the crowd when Utah blocked the last field goal. C3P0, Chad and Chris went to a Wizards basketball game that night, and missed the end of the game by 45 seconds. They thought for sure that Utah lost, but were shocked to see that they won! While the boys were at the game us girls watched "Eat Pray Love". I LOVED it! I thought it was such a great movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR1Z5J_0vI/AAAAAAAAC_E/_JbM6vTofys/s1600/IMG_8757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR1Z5J_0vI/AAAAAAAAC_E/_JbM6vTofys/s320/IMG_8757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545186128899855090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we woke up and all went out to the National Harbor to see "ICE". The theme this year is "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". These designers come in from China and chisel and sculpt over 2 millions blocks of ice for this Christmas event. It was incredible! They give us each a huge parka to wear because it is 9 degrees inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR3v7iywSI/AAAAAAAAC_c/mDACMI6DB3E/s1600/IMG_8787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR3v7iywSI/AAAAAAAAC_c/mDACMI6DB3E/s320/IMG_8787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545188706521104674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR3vcYuw3I/AAAAAAAAC_U/2JwM1RkuYCM/s1600/IMG_8779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR3vcYuw3I/AAAAAAAAC_U/2JwM1RkuYCM/s320/IMG_8779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545188698157400946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR3vEr3lZI/AAAAAAAAC_M/RQvwUgjFTnY/s1600/IMG_8824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR3vEr3lZI/AAAAAAAAC_M/RQvwUgjFTnY/s320/IMG_8824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545188691795219858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPSESPD4fcI/AAAAAAAADAc/kqV7MdOUuDc/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPSESPD4fcI/AAAAAAAADAc/kqV7MdOUuDc/s320/136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545202490015251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPSESGoTEwI/AAAAAAAADAU/2PtObKtINk4/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPSESGoTEwI/AAAAAAAADAU/2PtObKtINk4/s320/130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545202487752069890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loved looking at all the ice, but thought it was too cold. I swear her little nose was running like a faucet the entire time. There is an ice slide that you can go down, which we all did. Arista was too little so we went down for her. It went super fast and was freezing on your back side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR5Fo8TDqI/AAAAAAAAC_k/EfUXK8y28zE/s1600/IMG_8819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR5Fo8TDqI/AAAAAAAAC_k/EfUXK8y28zE/s320/IMG_8819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545190178996555426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the event there was a beautiful nativity made from clear ice, and a huge ice angel. I could not stop thinking of Preslie while walking through. I know she would have loved it, and would have loved going down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR5GNlxlMI/AAAAAAAAC_0/8xb-q_NF8x8/s1600/IMG_8847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR5GNlxlMI/AAAAAAAAC_0/8xb-q_NF8x8/s320/IMG_8847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545190188834198722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR5F1RcriI/AAAAAAAAC_s/1SgiQZSXSwc/s1600/IMG_8798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR5F1RcriI/AAAAAAAAC_s/1SgiQZSXSwc/s320/IMG_8798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545190182306491938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "ICE" we went into the Gaylord hotel and watched as Arista and Chris rode the train. Arista loved it! I love the bond this little girl has to her Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR8hL9kHFI/AAAAAAAADAE/XFAzylbE6yo/s1600/IMG_8877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR8hL9kHFI/AAAAAAAADAE/XFAzylbE6yo/s320/IMG_8877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545193950788459602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR8g4H9bMI/AAAAAAAAC_8/PlrAEKZSJsU/s1600/IMG_8879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR8g4H9bMI/AAAAAAAAC_8/PlrAEKZSJsU/s320/IMG_8879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545193945463352514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the train ride we walked to the Peep store and then went to grab some lunch before heading to church. Later that night we had our friends Marci and Craig over for a game of Cranium and Golf. It was a fantastic ending to a fun filled weekend. We are grateful for the wonderful family and friends we have. We are so grateful for all of our blessings, and for the opportunity to spend such a humbling holiday with our loved ones. Although we could not spend it with everyone, we are grateful that we were able to share other wonderful holidays and experiences with them through out the years. Most importantly this Thanksgiving we are grateful for our 2 beautiful daughters. Our daughter in heaven, Preslie and our daughter on earth, Arista. Without them our family would not be complete. We have become better because of them, and our faith has increased through the experiences shared with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPSESqiTy3I/AAAAAAAADAk/Jjvi6aypOP8/s1600/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPSESqiTy3I/AAAAAAAADAk/Jjvi6aypOP8/s320/143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545202497390627698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1990864392835648220?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1990864392835648220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1990864392835648220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1990864392835648220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1990864392835648220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/11/grinchy-thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='A &quot;Grinchy&quot; Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TPR-jdlE6YI/AAAAAAAADAM/Hsma8wniODQ/s72-c/IMG_8621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1422568529597233090</id><published>2010-11-23T11:11:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:04:53.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say it's Your Birthday!</title><content type='html'>We started out Arista's birthday on Saturday by taking her to the National Zoo. It was a beautiful day outside, but the animals thought it was too cold. Most of them were sleeping but, luckily we were able to see a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvplMGvB1I/AAAAAAAAC58/IYaibML_Bx0/s1600/IMG_7758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvplMGvB1I/AAAAAAAAC58/IYaibML_Bx0/s320/IMG_7758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542780591523432274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvpkx_CCdI/AAAAAAAAC50/hSlmQIZVkJo/s1600/IMG_7781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvpkx_CCdI/AAAAAAAAC50/hSlmQIZVkJo/s320/IMG_7781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542780584511801810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvplXQg2kI/AAAAAAAAC6E/SneiDckfyYc/s1600/IMG_7794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvplXQg2kI/AAAAAAAAC6E/SneiDckfyYc/s320/IMG_7794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542780594517236290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end our Zoo experience we bought some cotton candy. There was vending machine that made fresh cotton candy...how cool is that? Arista wasn't quite sure about it, so she fed some to Daddy. When she remembered how yummy it was, she went to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvq6PGoAAI/AAAAAAAAC6U/RlEr9f_phi4/s1600/IMG_7805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvq6PGoAAI/AAAAAAAAC6U/RlEr9f_phi4/s320/IMG_7805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542782052617158658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvq3gCughI/AAAAAAAAC6M/kNhZm9avvx4/s1600/IMG_7808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvq3gCughI/AAAAAAAAC6M/kNhZm9avvx4/s320/IMG_7808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542782005624603154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvseKPaf7I/AAAAAAAAC6s/YsX_a_S4fJw/s1600/IMG_7900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvseKPaf7I/AAAAAAAAC6s/YsX_a_S4fJw/s320/IMG_7900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542783769298763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvsdAz-oaI/AAAAAAAAC6k/iouymiZpFdc/s1600/IMG_7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvsdAz-oaI/AAAAAAAAC6k/iouymiZpFdc/s320/IMG_7891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542783749587902882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvscS2UJTI/AAAAAAAAC6c/sUMkrBooqWI/s1600/IMG_7838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvscS2UJTI/AAAAAAAAC6c/sUMkrBooqWI/s320/IMG_7838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542783737249670450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Zoo our friends Stan and Leah came over to meet Arista. They gave Arista 4adorable stuffed beanie babies. Her favorite is the pink and white polka dotted dog. Thanks Stan and Leah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvuCCqs5EI/AAAAAAAAC60/61CasXdqrEY/s1600/IMG_7992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvuCCqs5EI/AAAAAAAAC60/61CasXdqrEY/s320/IMG_7992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542785485252650050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvuC2zwNnI/AAAAAAAAC7E/FYm7gy0A_qE/s1600/IMG_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvuC2zwNnI/AAAAAAAAC7E/FYm7gy0A_qE/s320/IMG_7999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542785499249260146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvuCirtXUI/AAAAAAAAC68/DE5FfkflRAU/s1600/IMG_8003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvuCirtXUI/AAAAAAAAC68/DE5FfkflRAU/s320/IMG_8003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542785493846809922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night Arista played with Grandma and Grandpa while I started making her birthday cake. Chris and I decorated, wrapped, frosted, and cleaned until 3am! It was totally worth it. I decided to go with a Rainbow theme, because Arista is our Rainbow baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv1BOQlxHI/AAAAAAAAC7U/XpO9biqyOJE/s1600/IMG_8005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv1BOQlxHI/AAAAAAAAC7U/XpO9biqyOJE/s320/IMG_8005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542793167765881970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv1AWYopjI/AAAAAAAAC7M/ZRGK7SdnxWM/s1600/IMG_8009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv1AWYopjI/AAAAAAAAC7M/ZRGK7SdnxWM/s320/IMG_8009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542793152767239730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put Arista in her Ariel dress and took her downstairs to open her gifts. She was so excited to see everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv1BrkZeXI/AAAAAAAAC7c/ZP6T85CMAws/s1600/IMG_8052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv1BrkZeXI/AAAAAAAAC7c/ZP6T85CMAws/s320/IMG_8052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542793175633590642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista received many fun toys, clothes, books, etc. She had a blast playing with everything, and even got a little overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv5mk8reAI/AAAAAAAAC8M/YjzDRDQLBCU/s1600/IMG_8411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv5mk8reAI/AAAAAAAAC8M/YjzDRDQLBCU/s320/IMG_8411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542798207558055938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv5lhhamSI/AAAAAAAAC8E/A9oxHM7h7pA/s1600/IMG_8265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv5lhhamSI/AAAAAAAAC8E/A9oxHM7h7pA/s320/IMG_8265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542798189458528546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista wore her first birthday outfit to church, and everyone thought she looked adorable. After church Arista played with her toys and then we stripped her down to eat her first real dinner, spaghetti with meat sauce. She LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv67e7yWVI/AAAAAAAAC8c/_eBz-mg7EF4/s1600/IMG_8468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv67e7yWVI/AAAAAAAAC8c/_eBz-mg7EF4/s320/IMG_8468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542799666232580434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv66i5EEyI/AAAAAAAAC8U/IfeZpMi2c7Y/s1600/IMG_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv66i5EEyI/AAAAAAAAC8U/IfeZpMi2c7Y/s320/IMG_8432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542799650115031842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv67n9VZOI/AAAAAAAAC8k/qa0fqn1WJVs/s1600/IMG_8475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv67n9VZOI/AAAAAAAAC8k/qa0fqn1WJVs/s320/IMG_8475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542799668654990562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOV3kYiQI/AAAAAAAAC90/mHp5evMxLZw/s1600/IMG_8504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOV3kYiQI/AAAAAAAAC90/mHp5evMxLZw/s320/IMG_8504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542821010242832642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cakes I made. Arista's own personal one was german chocolate with buttercream frosting, and ours was german chocolate with the pecan frosting. They were so much fun to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv3soS5xJI/AAAAAAAAC78/cD8xEDJaDGM/s1600/IMG_8184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv3soS5xJI/AAAAAAAAC78/cD8xEDJaDGM/s320/IMG_8184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542796112512533650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv3sX5G6GI/AAAAAAAAC70/wFFMOGrckYU/s1600/IMG_8177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOv3sX5G6GI/AAAAAAAAC70/wFFMOGrckYU/s320/IMG_8177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542796108109375586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a chorus of singing "Happy Birthday" Arista dug right into her cake. She enjoyed squeezing the frosting inbetween her fingers, and throwing it all over the place. She didn't eat much of it, but had fun playing in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOUvrvfVI/AAAAAAAAC9s/4WItYoSYkjE/s1600/IMG_8513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOUvrvfVI/AAAAAAAAC9s/4WItYoSYkjE/s320/IMG_8513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542820990946344274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOWfyeIcI/AAAAAAAAC98/MTxT264u_ik/s1600/IMG_8520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOWfyeIcI/AAAAAAAAC98/MTxT264u_ik/s320/IMG_8520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542821021039337922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOXZXLhjI/AAAAAAAAC-E/HFLwhDQrBG0/s1600/IMG_8526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwOXZXLhjI/AAAAAAAAC-E/HFLwhDQrBG0/s320/IMG_8526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542821036494128690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK6OeK64I/AAAAAAAAC88/Mr3wJkRpg-w/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK6OeK64I/AAAAAAAAC88/Mr3wJkRpg-w/s320/085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542817236819569538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK5pGUtcI/AAAAAAAAC80/8OjqfgaI5c4/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK5pGUtcI/AAAAAAAAC80/8OjqfgaI5c4/s320/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542817226787435970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK5YvpeJI/AAAAAAAAC8s/V_ZEXRTJYDk/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK5YvpeJI/AAAAAAAAC8s/V_ZEXRTJYDk/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542817222397360274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "aftermath"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK6_nU-II/AAAAAAAAC9M/ja0t72VctMk/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK6_nU-II/AAAAAAAAC9M/ja0t72VctMk/s320/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542817250011314306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK6Uk91YI/AAAAAAAAC9E/NTEGfc0_PEw/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwK6Uk91YI/AAAAAAAAC9E/NTEGfc0_PEw/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542817238458684802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were mean parents and put her right into the tub afterwards, which she was not too happy about. After her bath she talked to Grandma Mary on webcam, and opened her main gift...a piano. It's a little upright piano, and she loves it. Even Chewy has been plunking a few notes on it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwL11fp01I/AAAAAAAAC9k/noD9qQkGFng/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwL11fp01I/AAAAAAAAC9k/noD9qQkGFng/s320/092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542818260907053906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwL1lIJlWI/AAAAAAAAC9c/JIIyhozF-UE/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwL1lIJlWI/AAAAAAAAC9c/JIIyhozF-UE/s320/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542818256513504610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwL1Ei2EqI/AAAAAAAAC9U/IK2TMQXMnn0/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOwL1Ei2EqI/AAAAAAAAC9U/IK2TMQXMnn0/s320/097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542818247767102114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and tiring birthday Arista fell fast asleep. We were thrilled with how everything turned out, and are so grateful to all our family and friends who thought of her this day. Arista truly is our Rainbow after the storm, and we are so blessed to have her in our lives. Happy First Birthday Arista!! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1422568529597233090?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1422568529597233090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1422568529597233090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1422568529597233090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1422568529597233090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/11/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='They Say it&apos;s Your Birthday!'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOvplMGvB1I/AAAAAAAAC58/IYaibML_Bx0/s72-c/IMG_7758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-168584882593691100</id><published>2010-11-21T21:06:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:32:23.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1rst Birthday Arista!!</title><content type='html'>A year ago today our miracle Arista was born. From the moment we laid eyes on her we were smitten by her. She has filled our lives with joy you only dream and wish for. Arista has taught us how to love more and play harder. Our faith has increased, and we know that miracles do happen. Arista's smile brightens anyone's day, and her laugh is contagious. Arista has showed us how to live again after our loss, and has returned happiness ten fold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful that the Lord has blessed us with the opportunity to raise Arista here on this earth. We love Arista so dang much! Happy Birthday our sweet Arista Miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnTtkl41cI/AAAAAAAAC38/s4lisxl64zI/s1600/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnTtkl41cI/AAAAAAAAC38/s4lisxl64zI/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542193596326270402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnUnv78MVI/AAAAAAAAC4c/wh8xYznfS-M/s1600/TuTu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnUnv78MVI/AAAAAAAAC4c/wh8xYznfS-M/s320/TuTu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542194595803967826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnTt2ACP2I/AAAAAAAAC4E/mLbivYkVWws/s1600/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnTt2ACP2I/AAAAAAAAC4E/mLbivYkVWws/s320/DSC03153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542193600999341922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnUndNRx3I/AAAAAAAAC4M/CjOsLgnjiI0/s1600/DSC03261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnUndNRx3I/AAAAAAAAC4M/CjOsLgnjiI0/s320/DSC03261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542194590776412018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnUnQWY-ZI/AAAAAAAAC4U/EYN3gUI96Gg/s1600/Valentines%2Bday%2Bpicture%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnUnQWY-ZI/AAAAAAAAC4U/EYN3gUI96Gg/s320/Valentines%2Bday%2Bpicture%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542194587324971410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnW-757SpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/wFrhfq86EEU/s1600/3-13-10%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnW-757SpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/wFrhfq86EEU/s320/3-13-10%2B047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542197193176992402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnW_JFKn6I/AAAAAAAAC4s/F8Nf9T2cs_M/s1600/4-12-10%2B144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnW_JFKn6I/AAAAAAAAC4s/F8Nf9T2cs_M/s320/4-12-10%2B144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542197196713795490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnW_UfoF6I/AAAAAAAAC40/3bFpSaz5RXQ/s1600/DSC04931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnW_UfoF6I/AAAAAAAAC40/3bFpSaz5RXQ/s320/DSC04931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542197199777568674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnegQDoA9I/AAAAAAAAC48/EH3FSVT8ep0/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnegQDoA9I/AAAAAAAAC48/EH3FSVT8ep0/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542205462103458770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnegosmt8I/AAAAAAAAC5E/ns-2ouS8NpI/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnegosmt8I/AAAAAAAAC5E/ns-2ouS8NpI/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542205468717791170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnfxg2xsmI/AAAAAAAAC5M/2TbcBBmR3b8/s1600/Hawaii%2B2010%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnfxg2xsmI/AAAAAAAAC5M/2TbcBBmR3b8/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542206858182373986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnf0oorxEI/AAAAAAAAC5c/CuXoLM9CVH4/s1600/September%2B2010%2B192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnhr6NBHTI/AAAAAAAAC5s/uuHg7irHXTc/s320/IMG_8039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542208960930585906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-168584882593691100?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/168584882593691100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=168584882593691100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/168584882593691100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/168584882593691100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-1rst-birthday-arista.html' title='Happy 1rst Birthday Arista!!'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOnTtkl41cI/AAAAAAAAC38/s4lisxl64zI/s72-c/IMG_1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-7863381868936099245</id><published>2010-11-15T13:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:40:51.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Friends</title><content type='html'>From the womb, Arista and Chewy had a special connection. Throughout the past year Arista and Chewy have been the best of friends. Now that Arista can walk and crawl, she loves to chase Chewy all over the place. Chewy is really sweet and goes along with the torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is their relationship in pictures, from the very beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF9PthL63I/AAAAAAAAC3c/Er_cwV_XSyQ/s1600/chew%2Band%2Ba"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF9PthL63I/AAAAAAAAC3c/Er_cwV_XSyQ/s320/chew%2Band%2Ba" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539846725512719218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7cH5IyZI/AAAAAAAAC28/s4lLpg1nWX4/s1600/Baby%2BArista%2527s%2BDay%2B2%2BGoing%2BHome%2B135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7cH5IyZI/AAAAAAAAC28/s4lLpg1nWX4/s320/Baby%2BArista%2527s%2BDay%2B2%2BGoing%2BHome%2B135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539844739727673746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF25O8HOxI/AAAAAAAAC2k/gb8GpUQstPw/s1600/DSC03742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF25O8HOxI/AAAAAAAAC2k/gb8GpUQstPw/s320/DSC03742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539839742277270290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7ceVozoI/AAAAAAAAC3E/dQPTJo-ZdwE/s1600/IMG_7169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7ceVozoI/AAAAAAAAC3E/dQPTJo-ZdwE/s320/IMG_7169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539844745752792706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF26SUp7KI/AAAAAAAAC20/fcwK3mok2Z4/s1600/September%2B2010%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF26SUp7KI/AAAAAAAAC20/fcwK3mok2Z4/s320/September%2B2010%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539839760365382818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7cnNGVeI/AAAAAAAAC3M/QuqzezT89Hg/s1600/IMG_7275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7cnNGVeI/AAAAAAAAC3M/QuqzezT89Hg/s320/IMG_7275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539844748132898274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7cw81-8I/AAAAAAAAC3U/MJ-pWVD_6m4/s1600/IMG_7313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF7cw81-8I/AAAAAAAAC3U/MJ-pWVD_6m4/s320/IMG_7313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539844750749072322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF25-uLBTI/AAAAAAAAC2s/u7QpkaYz_us/s1600/September%2B2010%2B147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF25-uLBTI/AAAAAAAAC2s/u7QpkaYz_us/s320/September%2B2010%2B147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539839755103700274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOKz5CB2x3I/AAAAAAAAC3s/OkXX9Lcx3Bc/s1600/IMG_7479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOKz5CB2x3I/AAAAAAAAC3s/OkXX9Lcx3Bc/s320/IMG_7479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540188283997702002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOKz4fSUN_I/AAAAAAAAC3k/ZOD1-E7rxxI/s1600/IMG_7493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOKz4fSUN_I/AAAAAAAAC3k/ZOD1-E7rxxI/s320/IMG_7493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540188274671499250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*No children or animals were hurt in these pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-7863381868936099245?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7863381868936099245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=7863381868936099245&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7863381868936099245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7863381868936099245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-of-friends.html' title='Best of Friends'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TOF9PthL63I/AAAAAAAAC3c/Er_cwV_XSyQ/s72-c/chew%2Band%2Ba' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8509332919917866806</id><published>2010-11-15T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:43:22.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Writing Challenge</title><content type='html'>"Faces of Loss, Faces of Hope" started a monthly writing challenge. I thought It was a great idea to share my feelings for fellow angel mommies, as well as those searching for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November’s topic&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s easy to focus on all the negative things that come from losing a baby, but have you discovered any ‘blessings in disguise’ throughout your journey? What can you find to be thankful for related to your loss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I will never find the loss of Preslie a blessing, many blessings have come from our loss. One of the biggest blessings has been our daughter Arista. We appreciate her so much, and don't take anything for granted because we know how precious and short this life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed with support. Support from all over the world, to bring our second daughter safely into this world. People we don't even know were praying for us, and offering their love during a long and anxious pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed to help others. Through our loss we have met many many other parents who have gone through similar situations we have, and together we have prayed and encouraged each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest blessing that has come from our loss, is knowing we have a guardian angel watching over us. We have someone to greet us when we cross over to the other side. We have a daughter that is perfect, and we will be able to raise her someday in a perfect world. This knowledge has blessed us with the faith to have hope and to love more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful for our daughter Preslie. Although our time with her was cut short, we will see her again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8509332919917866806?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8509332919917866806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8509332919917866806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8509332919917866806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8509332919917866806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/11/monthly-writing-challenge.html' title='Monthly Writing Challenge'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-2391084431392584746</id><published>2010-11-05T12:57:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:45:19.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ain't I A Stinker?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ5c3l1KMI/AAAAAAAAC1k/bLGW5-b6LE4/s1600/IMG_7334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ5c3l1KMI/AAAAAAAAC1k/bLGW5-b6LE4/s320/IMG_7334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536113010066925762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off Arista's first Halloween by carving pumpkins. We picked out a warty looking pumpkin this year, and it was very difficult to carve. I gave the carving job to Chris, and he did an excellent job! We weren't sure we wanted to carve pumpkins, because the last time we did was with Preslie. We are glad we decided to share the fun with Arista this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ4PoZl9SI/AAAAAAAAC1U/mKmB45EGU3A/s1600/IMG_7263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ4PoZl9SI/AAAAAAAAC1U/mKmB45EGU3A/s320/IMG_7263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536111683139138850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ90SZRFUI/AAAAAAAAC2U/uyXXKoSDKSI/s1600/IMG_7415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ90SZRFUI/AAAAAAAAC2U/uyXXKoSDKSI/s320/IMG_7415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536117810445489474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After carving pumpkins Arista and Chris put on their costumes and headed to the community Halloween party. While they were gone I made a yummy ground turkey stew in a pumpkin. I got the recipe from Chris' Grandma Janice. It was delicious, and made excellent leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ5dIX6RyI/AAAAAAAAC1s/OL2DTZt7Sv8/s1600/IMG_7370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ5dIX6RyI/AAAAAAAAC1s/OL2DTZt7Sv8/s320/IMG_7370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536113014571943714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I threw a costume together and we all headed out trick-or-treating. We were shocked at how many people were out and about. There were probably hundreds of people out, and almost every house passing out candy. Arista wasn't sure about it when we started, but after a few houses she had a blast. All night we heard comments about how adorable Arista was, and how cute her little skunk costume was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ85X2OGdI/AAAAAAAAC2M/xX8QPZVtNcc/s1600/IMG_7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ85X2OGdI/AAAAAAAAC2M/xX8QPZVtNcc/s320/IMG_7409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536116798296824274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ85N3uGWI/AAAAAAAAC2E/LDGKqoIlbYQ/s1600/IMG_7390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ85N3uGWI/AAAAAAAAC2E/LDGKqoIlbYQ/s320/IMG_7390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536116795618761058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ6mxoNgOI/AAAAAAAAC18/mB1gjJjmNzQ/s1600/IMG_7388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ6mxoNgOI/AAAAAAAAC18/mB1gjJjmNzQ/s320/IMG_7388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536114279776616674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ6muDpEEI/AAAAAAAAC10/xli8LS0A6FM/s1600/IMG_7386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ6muDpEEI/AAAAAAAAC10/xli8LS0A6FM/s320/IMG_7386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536114278817927234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night trick-or-treating to my Aunt and Uncle's house. We stayed and chatted with them for a while and then headed home. Our little skunk was exhausted after such a busy day. While Arista was asleep Chris and I enjoyed a slice of pumpkin pie and watched a Halloween movie. Arista's first Halloween goes down as one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ90hsZCgI/AAAAAAAAC2c/mJRlwjaaxrk/s1600/IMG_7416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ90hsZCgI/AAAAAAAAC2c/mJRlwjaaxrk/s320/IMG_7416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536117814552234498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-2391084431392584746?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2391084431392584746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=2391084431392584746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2391084431392584746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2391084431392584746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/11/aint-i-stinker.html' title='&quot;Ain&apos;t I A Stinker?&quot;'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNQ5c3l1KMI/AAAAAAAAC1k/bLGW5-b6LE4/s72-c/IMG_7334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-6115184973192000365</id><published>2010-11-04T13:17:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:13:20.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pumpkin Picker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLv2qsWt6I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/oM9-Gzp-kOc/s1600/IMG_7030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLv2qsWt6I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/oM9-Gzp-kOc/s320/IMG_7030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535750614444062626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Halloween we took Arista to a local church to pick out a pumpkin. Every year this church brings in thousands of pumpkins and sells them, while giving the proceeds to their church and other charities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLv3JTS0HI/AAAAAAAAC0g/3GH_TEROtyw/s1600/IMG_7059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLv3JTS0HI/AAAAAAAAC0g/3GH_TEROtyw/s320/IMG_7059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535750622660448370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let Arista choose which pumpkins to get. We also had her choose one for Chewy and Preslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLzMSXELjI/AAAAAAAAC1I/FUnps9adhmg/s1600/IMG_7110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLzMSXELjI/AAAAAAAAC1I/FUnps9adhmg/s320/IMG_7110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535754284404321842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLy1Cf8AYI/AAAAAAAAC1A/9qi6a8-AEyo/s1600/IMG_7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLy1Cf8AYI/AAAAAAAAC1A/9qi6a8-AEyo/s320/IMG_7105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535753885009576322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLxX1CpvWI/AAAAAAAAC0o/rH7N181Zrso/s1600/IMG_7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLxX1CpvWI/AAAAAAAAC0o/rH7N181Zrso/s320/IMG_7072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535752283669249378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista's favorite part of the day was the wagon. Had it not been so dirty we would have taken her for a ride in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLxYFxTREI/AAAAAAAAC0w/HPHJm9F9W1E/s1600/IMG_7155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLxYFxTREI/AAAAAAAAC0w/HPHJm9F9W1E/s320/IMG_7155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535752288159876162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLy01k6X0I/AAAAAAAAC04/JWTozZMwJSA/s1600/IMG_7161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLy01k6X0I/AAAAAAAAC04/JWTozZMwJSA/s320/IMG_7161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535753881540779842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast picking out pumpkins this year. We really wanted to go to a patch but, didn't feel like driving an hour away. This was perfect for us this year! I can't believe how grown up Arista looks in all these pictures. She is losing her baby look and becoming more and more toddler like. We love our sweet little pumpkin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-6115184973192000365?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6115184973192000365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=6115184973192000365&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6115184973192000365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6115184973192000365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretty-pumpkin-picker.html' title='Pretty Pumpkin Picker'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TNLv2qsWt6I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/oM9-Gzp-kOc/s72-c/IMG_7030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-2323380505748059400</id><published>2010-10-31T23:27:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:40:44.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 11 Months &amp; Walkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jOHMZpCI/AAAAAAAACyU/dHQ6aqVpmjY/s1600/IMG_6096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534751561162007586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jOHMZpCI/AAAAAAAACyU/dHQ6aqVpmjY/s320/IMG_6096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista turned 11 months while we were in Utah, and I swear once she turned the big 1-1 she was up and walking...literally. She figured out her balance and can now take 8-10 steps in a row! She pulls herself up with everything, and takes off running. She seems to love to have something either in her mouth or hand while she is walking. Maybe it helps her balance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41phZVF3I/AAAAAAAACxs/Gw6jxuK6dzA/s1600/IMG_7016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534419979540436850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41phZVF3I/AAAAAAAACxs/Gw6jxuK6dzA/s320/IMG_7016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41pbXdRDI/AAAAAAAACxk/lFo8vvaPQIk/s1600/IMG_7005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534419977921971250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41pbXdRDI/AAAAAAAACxk/lFo8vvaPQIk/s320/IMG_7005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41oa_xiHI/AAAAAAAACxU/M7digFmDcSo/s1600/IMG_6992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534419960642766962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41oa_xiHI/AAAAAAAACxU/M7digFmDcSo/s320/IMG_6992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41n2Px2JI/AAAAAAAACxM/rksHbFEEwME/s1600/IMG_6981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534419950777784466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41n2Px2JI/AAAAAAAACxM/rksHbFEEwME/s320/IMG_6981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing kisses is another one of Arista's favorite things to do. It usually turns into an indian chant, but we know she's blowing her kisses our way. She loves to give real kisses too, which can turn into a love bite at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41pN3a-YI/AAAAAAAACxc/eBdYCBO0Q-Q/s1600/IMG_6996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534419974297942402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM41pN3a-YI/AAAAAAAACxc/eBdYCBO0Q-Q/s320/IMG_6996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loves being outside, and going on walks, and seeing all the dogs and squirrels. We have been outside a lot the past month with touring DC, Arista has enjoyed it as much as we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jN_fZ68I/AAAAAAAACyM/jzRlI4xt5h8/s1600/IMG_6067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534751559094234050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jN_fZ68I/AAAAAAAACyM/jzRlI4xt5h8/s320/IMG_6067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jNizpiHI/AAAAAAAACyE/h7wDSxppkUc/s1600/IMG_5958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534751551394515058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jNizpiHI/AAAAAAAACyE/h7wDSxppkUc/s320/IMG_5958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jNTh0eDI/AAAAAAAACx8/A69A9cHmGB4/s1600/IMG_5924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534751547293202482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jNTh0eDI/AAAAAAAACx8/A69A9cHmGB4/s320/IMG_5924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some fun facts about miss Arista:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*From the day Arista was born she has hated her diaper changed, and putting clothes on. We still to this day have never been able to able to do these things without a few tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista loves to pull bows out of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista loves to wrestle with Chewy. He has not bit her yet, but she sure gives him some bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista does not like socks! She will not keep them on no matter what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista LOVE LOVE LOVES to sing! Her favorite song is "Rock-a-bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista is the fastest stair climber we know. She can climb up 2 flights of stairs in 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista fears the vaccumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista can say "Da Da" &amp;amp; "Ma Ma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista loves to laugh especially when we are laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista loves to drink from sippy cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista loves to brush her teeth by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista loves to pull everything out of my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista loves to suck on her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arista LOVED trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from all our adventures the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama puts this girl to sleep ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM94UNZ4TLI/AAAAAAAAC0E/rFh4Ml0m8Kc/s1600/IMG_5717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM94UNZ4TLI/AAAAAAAAC0E/rFh4Ml0m8Kc/s320/IMG_5717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534774755652553906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM930bAi_EI/AAAAAAAACz8/tpR6HG1ntk4/s1600/IMG_5689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM930bAi_EI/AAAAAAAACz8/tpR6HG1ntk4/s320/IMG_5689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534774209548581954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM910lImD_I/AAAAAAAACzk/M4DZ7rFw7i8/s1600/IMG_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM910lImD_I/AAAAAAAACzk/M4DZ7rFw7i8/s320/IMG_5640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534772013243437042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are still nursing. You wouldn't believe some of the places we've had to do this.  Hopefully we can figure out this weaning business soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM96AnB9DAI/AAAAAAAAC0M/-MQq5tBS8Bk/s1600/IMG_5781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM96AnB9DAI/AAAAAAAAC0M/-MQq5tBS8Bk/s320/IMG_5781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776617957395458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 11 months cuteness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-2323380505748059400?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2323380505748059400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=2323380505748059400&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2323380505748059400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/2323380505748059400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-whos-11-months-walkin.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 11 Months &amp; Walkin&apos;'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM9jOHMZpCI/AAAAAAAACyU/dHQ6aqVpmjY/s72-c/IMG_6096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-5577556564893472868</id><published>2010-10-31T22:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:26:28.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frightmares and Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4yoQvDHrI/AAAAAAAACxE/NTJUtEMgqXI/s1600/IMG_6855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4yoQvDHrI/AAAAAAAACxE/NTJUtEMgqXI/s320/IMG_6855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534416659353378482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our trip was a blast. Saturday Arista spent the day with my Mom and Aunt Pam, while Chris watched football with his family and I went to Lagoon with my siblings. It has been forever since I have been, and It was a blast! I went on the new "Wicked" ride, as well as the tidal wave, white roller coaster, and the ski lift swings. I also went through all the haunted houses. Kipley and her boyfriend Matt went through most of them with me as well. The best by far was called "Deception". It was pitch black inside and you literally had to feel your way through most of it. It rained really hard for an hour the entire day, but it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4x--HpUsI/AAAAAAAACw8/-CisTXIte9M/s1600/Lagoon"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4x--HpUsI/AAAAAAAACw8/-CisTXIte9M/s320/Lagoon" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534415949981635266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lagoon we went to visit with my Aunt Kari for a few minutes and then met Grandma Penny for dinner at the Rio Grande Restaurant. The food was really good but the service was horrible. I remember going there as a kid, because there is a woman laying in a giant taco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went over to my Aunt Pam;s and said goodbye to my family. It was hard to see everyone go, but we will see them at Christmas time. We had Arista wear her Halloween costume so everyone could see her. She such is the cutest little stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4sq-GlBgI/AAAAAAAACv0/eDpn398zcxM/s1600/IMG_6781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4sq-GlBgI/AAAAAAAACv0/eDpn398zcxM/s320/IMG_6781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534410108821636610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4sqjVoNYI/AAAAAAAACvs/DviZ42Te4nc/s1600/IMG_6786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4sqjVoNYI/AAAAAAAACvs/DviZ42Te4nc/s320/IMG_6786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534410101637002626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4sp2_2RUI/AAAAAAAACvk/k2qdKhue024/s1600/IMG_6754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4sp2_2RUI/AAAAAAAACvk/k2qdKhue024/s320/IMG_6754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534410089734489410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4spefu6eI/AAAAAAAACvc/v9R-5ou391s/s1600/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4spefu6eI/AAAAAAAACvc/v9R-5ou391s/s320/IMG_6748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534410083157338594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Sunday Grandma Janice made a wonderful pot roast dinner with apple sweet potatoes. Aunt Michelle and Uncle Wes along with cousin Tiffany came too. After visiting for a while we headed over to Uncle Val and Aunt Kathy's house. Arista was able to spend time with their grandson Noah, who is living with them for 3 years. It was great to chat with Tayci and see their beautiful house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4utV-5ThI/AAAAAAAACwM/n7uKR13EVI0/s1600/IMG_6835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4utV-5ThI/AAAAAAAACwM/n7uKR13EVI0/s320/IMG_6835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534412348614856210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4utEnwZQI/AAAAAAAACwE/9xHzkhc32YA/s1600/IMG_6806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4utEnwZQI/AAAAAAAACwE/9xHzkhc32YA/s320/IMG_6806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534412343954400514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4us3QmitI/AAAAAAAACv8/Qdhx_dKDgMk/s1600/IMG_6797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4us3QmitI/AAAAAAAACv8/Qdhx_dKDgMk/s320/IMG_6797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534412340367624914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Chris and I drove up Solitude canyon to take pictures of Arista in the snow. We drove up twelve miles until there was tons of snow. We got some great pictures, and then when it was time to go our car would not move. We finally were able to flag a woman down to help us get the car out. She acted as if she had done it a million times. We will forever be indebted to her. After driving back to Sandy we stopped at Cafe Rio for a quick lunch, and then Arista and I drove Chris to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w42OxAQI/AAAAAAAACws/CQAYqeGuatI/s1600/IMG_6959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w42OxAQI/AAAAAAAACws/CQAYqeGuatI/s320/IMG_6959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534414745273172226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w4fgrOyI/AAAAAAAACwk/upvNfH4Aa-U/s1600/IMG_6937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w4fgrOyI/AAAAAAAACwk/upvNfH4Aa-U/s320/IMG_6937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534414739174275874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w4ffbPFI/AAAAAAAACwc/5U1dTdskqCU/s1600/IMG_6918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w4ffbPFI/AAAAAAAACwc/5U1dTdskqCU/s320/IMG_6918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534414739169033298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w33miAYI/AAAAAAAACwU/CFqeFihC23s/s1600/IMG_6850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w33miAYI/AAAAAAAACwU/CFqeFihC23s/s320/IMG_6850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534414728461418882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Chris off Arista and I went to visit an old roommate/friend of mine Krista. She has an adorable 6 month old baby Evelyn. It was so great to catch up with her and meet her husband Jeff, and see her cute house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w5Er2LdI/AAAAAAAACw0/UOfDNll0ZO0/s1600/IMG_6961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4w5Er2LdI/AAAAAAAACw0/UOfDNll0ZO0/s320/IMG_6961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534414749153242578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening Arista and I went out to dinner with Aunt Gaylynn, Sue, and her good friend Joan joined us later. It was fun to chat with Gaylynn and see Joan again. After dinner I started packing things up, while Arista started walking all over the place. She started walking a little bit when we first arrived in Utah, and by the end she was going crazy. She's such a great little walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next morning Sue and I took off from SLC. Our flight was delayed due to horrible wind in Chicago. When we finally got on an airplane the turbulence was so bad I swore we were going down. My next flight wasn't too bad, but still pretty rocky. Once on the ground I decided that Arista and I need a break from flying for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista and I had such a great time in Utah. It was fun to have my sister Kelsey there along with us, to go and visit everyone! It was fun to see cousins we haven't seen in a while as well as drive all over Utah. I'm thinking we need to do a sister trip every year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-5577556564893472868?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5577556564893472868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=5577556564893472868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5577556564893472868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/5577556564893472868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/10/frightmares-and-snow.html' title='Frightmares and Snow'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM4yoQvDHrI/AAAAAAAACxE/NTJUtEMgqXI/s72-c/IMG_6855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1808666249082023727</id><published>2010-10-31T11:31:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:25:45.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Utah Angel-ersary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2zk5YeZ0I/AAAAAAAACu8/3r0qp2qOchs/s1600/IMG_6234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2zk5YeZ0I/AAAAAAAACu8/3r0qp2qOchs/s320/IMG_6234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534276963568346946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista and I flew into SLC and my older sister Kelsey met up with us that night. We spent the night at Chris' Grandma Janice's house, and then we headed to Provo for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2zmN3ckMI/AAAAAAAACvE/7RxOpUtLSp8/s1600/IMG_6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2zmN3ckMI/AAAAAAAACvE/7RxOpUtLSp8/s320/IMG_6248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534276986246828226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Provo we stayed with my sister-in-law Marissa and her husband Chris. My mother-in-law Sue was there too. We went shopping, out to eat at Jason's Deli, and watched movies. Kelsey and I also went to our first Zumba class, and LOVED it! Aunt Marissa and Uncle Chris gave Arista a bath while we were there, and Sue and Marissa stuck every bow in Arista's hair. She looked adorable! Arista's favorite part of the weekend was pushing kitchen chairs across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2znGmKkrI/AAAAAAAACvU/lH1bW3hpq-U/s1600/IMG_6279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2znGmKkrI/AAAAAAAACvU/lH1bW3hpq-U/s320/IMG_6279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534277001475166898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2zm78C4dI/AAAAAAAACvM/da4oNw0qYXE/s1600/IMG_6283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2zm78C4dI/AAAAAAAACvM/da4oNw0qYXE/s320/IMG_6283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534276998614147538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QTEuOsGI/AAAAAAAACq0/N54zthcFljE/s1600/IMG_6294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QTEuOsGI/AAAAAAAACq0/N54zthcFljE/s320/IMG_6294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534238174467764322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QRh9gDLI/AAAAAAAACqs/Jm54ibqc18Q/s1600/IMG_6292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QRh9gDLI/AAAAAAAACqs/Jm54ibqc18Q/s320/IMG_6292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534238147956706482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fun filled weekend we went to Sunday dinner at Janice's house. Chris' Aunt Tina and Uncle Matt where there, along with their children. Aunt Michelle and Uncle Wes came too! We had a wonderful pot roast dinner with a fabulous apple dessert. Arista loved the dessert just as much as we did, she loved playing with her 2nd cousins too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QVoFyKVI/AAAAAAAACrE/hiGZOdxvhyw/s1600/IMG_6305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QVoFyKVI/AAAAAAAACrE/hiGZOdxvhyw/s320/IMG_6305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534238218321537362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QUUvhEgI/AAAAAAAACq8/xuPjIR_0IAY/s1600/IMG_6299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QUUvhEgI/AAAAAAAACq8/xuPjIR_0IAY/s320/IMG_6299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534238195947999746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days we spent at my Great Grandmother Beth's house. We went out to lunch at Little America, grocery shopping, played spades with Grandmother Penny and Beth, made dinner, and did a lot of catching up. We also took a drive through a cemetery by my grandmothers house. There were deer playing among the headstones, I threw them some of Arista's snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2TnNU5vwI/AAAAAAAACrk/NZf2dLcJduY/s1600/IMG_6336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2TnNU5vwI/AAAAAAAACrk/NZf2dLcJduY/s320/IMG_6336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534241818909720322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2TlSfXnEI/AAAAAAAACrc/fKFtwN1Psy4/s1600/IMG_6335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2TlSfXnEI/AAAAAAAACrc/fKFtwN1Psy4/s320/IMG_6335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534241785936059458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2Tj0XLbrI/AAAAAAAACrU/lV25QYuOxbY/s1600/IMG_6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2Tj0XLbrI/AAAAAAAACrU/lV25QYuOxbY/s320/IMG_6333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534241760668774066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Grandma Beth has one of the biggest bath tubs I have ever seen. Arista had a blast swimming in it. I hope someday to have a giant tub like hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QWksrphI/AAAAAAAACrM/_Fg09OLab8w/s1600/IMG_6320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2QWksrphI/AAAAAAAACrM/_Fg09OLab8w/s320/IMG_6320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534238234590815762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful stay with Beth we headed back towards Provo. With a few stops to order flowers for the casket, and a cake for Preslie's birthday on Friday. We also got our nails done. I've never had them look better! After out errands we arrived at our cousin Tyler's house. His wife Michelle was very nice, and we ate dinner and played a dice game. They have 2 7 week old kittens which Arista loved. It was good to see them and their kids, and spend some time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2Tnv_Nv0I/AAAAAAAACr0/6e-ClQ2vgPo/s1600/IMG_6353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2Tnv_Nv0I/AAAAAAAACr0/6e-ClQ2vgPo/s320/IMG_6353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534241828213997378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2TnQuvPOI/AAAAAAAACrs/zka_e3llEAM/s1600/IMG_6362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2TnQuvPOI/AAAAAAAACrs/zka_e3llEAM/s320/IMG_6362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534241819823389922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we were onto our next adventure. We drove 12 miles to Payson that night to our cousin Melyssa's house. We stayed up until 3am talking to her and her husband Scott. Kelsey and I decided that Scott needs to be a motivation speaker. He gave us some of the greatest insight and advice we have ever received. Not only was the advice good, his spin was hilarious. We woke up and ate a yummy breakfast and then headed to Quilted Bear. I LOVE Quilted Bear! Kelsey worked at one in Boise, but I had never been inside. I wanted to buy everything in the store, but held back. Arista loved playing with Georgia, and play they did. They played a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YFXV-keI/AAAAAAAACsM/HFL19b9x0LI/s1600/IMG_6377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YFXV-keI/AAAAAAAACsM/HFL19b9x0LI/s320/IMG_6377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534246735041171938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YExwKoOI/AAAAAAAACsE/E9R6C7VRRdg/s1600/IMG_6393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YExwKoOI/AAAAAAAACsE/E9R6C7VRRdg/s320/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534246724950466786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YEcY7dQI/AAAAAAAACr8/jkrTNYC6JKg/s1600/IMG_6389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YEcY7dQI/AAAAAAAACr8/jkrTNYC6JKg/s320/IMG_6389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534246719215858946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to dinner at Red Lobster. A waitress came over and took a big lobster out of the tank and let us all see it. Arista grabbed it's claw, and thought it was pretty cool. After dinner we went back to Melyssa's house and I watched Hocus Pocus while Melyssa did eyelash extentions on Kelsey. It took her 2 hours, and Kelsey's eyes looked amazing. We didn't have time to do mine, so I was quite envious. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YGberS5I/AAAAAAAACsU/Ipk-bL5Yz_4/s1600/IMG_6404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YGberS5I/AAAAAAAACsU/Ipk-bL5Yz_4/s320/IMG_6404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534246753331268498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YIrtAZHI/AAAAAAAACsc/kQ3dDHk3dQQ/s1600/IMG_6406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2YIrtAZHI/AAAAAAAACsc/kQ3dDHk3dQQ/s320/IMG_6406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534246792046077042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up and packed up the car. We headed back to Sandy, and ate lunch and then went to look for a sweater for the memorial. We met Melyssa, Maddy and Georgia at Gardner Village. I was in heaven looking at all the witches, and browsing through the stores. Arista loved riding in the wagon, especially when Georgia wanted to pull it. We were only able to spend a short amount of time there, then it was off to the airport to pick up Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aYBAP5AI/AAAAAAAACtE/eXe2d4rLY0Y/s1600/IMG_6507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aYBAP5AI/AAAAAAAACtE/eXe2d4rLY0Y/s320/IMG_6507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534249254485222402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aXKQglsI/AAAAAAAACs8/euw84LU-G0M/s1600/IMG_6461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aXKQglsI/AAAAAAAACs8/euw84LU-G0M/s320/IMG_6461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534249239789475522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aWnnbjhI/AAAAAAAACs0/oQtVJ3m1uLg/s1600/IMG_6439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aWnnbjhI/AAAAAAAACs0/oQtVJ3m1uLg/s320/IMG_6439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534249230490373650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aWWJr7yI/AAAAAAAACss/F6gM791ifOc/s1600/IMG_6451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aWWJr7yI/AAAAAAAACss/F6gM791ifOc/s320/IMG_6451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534249225802215202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aWJMqNXI/AAAAAAAACsk/uTVx1wgHQy4/s1600/IMG_6426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2aWJMqNXI/AAAAAAAACsk/uTVx1wgHQy4/s320/IMG_6426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534249222325024114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up Chris at the airport we headed to the Gateway mall to pick up free movie tickets. We went to dinner at Cafe Rio and then Kelsey and I went and saw Easy A, while Marissa, Chris and Chris went to see Paranormal Activity. They said that it was soo freaky, Kelsey and I were glad we didn't watch it. After the movie Kelsey went to sleep at Grandma Penny's, and Chris and I slept at his Aunt Gaylynns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we woke up, got ready, and then headed to the cemetary. There was a woman there with her husband and daughter, who I did not recognize. They were there putting flowers on their son's grave who died when he was 5 days old. They stuck around because they saw Preslie's little casket, and recognized Grandpa's name. Come to find out it was my Mom's cousin! They were passing through to Washington and stopped to visit their little son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2mUJo4e8I/AAAAAAAACtM/E8ljjKltkns/s1600/IMG_6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2mUJo4e8I/AAAAAAAACtM/E8ljjKltkns/s320/IMG_6550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534262382223195074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the service by singing "Families can be Together Forever", and then Chad gave the opening prayer. After the prayer Chris spoke, and read a beautiful letter he had written to Preslie. I then said a few words, followed by my Dad giving the Dedicatory prayer. It was beautiful, and I know Preslie was very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2okHzHlkI/AAAAAAAACtk/f9Q3K07jiWM/s1600/IMG_6566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2okHzHlkI/AAAAAAAACtk/f9Q3K07jiWM/s320/IMG_6566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534264855630419522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2ojmrrnoI/AAAAAAAACtc/DkQkgjlAIiA/s1600/IMG_6577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2ojmrrnoI/AAAAAAAACtc/DkQkgjlAIiA/s320/IMG_6577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534264846740856450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2oipAtyyI/AAAAAAAACtU/9Ju7hBJl8HU/s1600/IMG_6584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2oipAtyyI/AAAAAAAACtU/9Ju7hBJl8HU/s320/IMG_6584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534264830186081058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then were all given 2 balloons to release into the sky for little P. We stood and watched as all the balloons danced into the heavens. They danced into different shapes including a "P" and a butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q6kkG3-I/AAAAAAAACuM/YyPsLW-Grcw/s1600/IMG_6669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q6kkG3-I/AAAAAAAACuM/YyPsLW-Grcw/s320/IMG_6669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534267440332464098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q6TdsWtI/AAAAAAAACuE/72W7fM02Ksg/s1600/IMG_6662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q6TdsWtI/AAAAAAAACuE/72W7fM02Ksg/s320/IMG_6662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534267435742157522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q5M3rjrI/AAAAAAAACts/6NOcJgso1zU/s1600/IMG_6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q5M3rjrI/AAAAAAAACts/6NOcJgso1zU/s320/IMG_6608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534267416792239794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q6GkX3SI/AAAAAAAACt8/cKWya-SP0fc/s1600/IMG_6648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q6GkX3SI/AAAAAAAACt8/cKWya-SP0fc/s320/IMG_6648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534267432280513826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q5hW-w1I/AAAAAAAACt0/tiJJMULjWj4/s1600/IMG_6619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2q5hW-w1I/AAAAAAAACt0/tiJJMULjWj4/s320/IMG_6619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534267422292230994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the balloons disappeared it was time to bury the little casket. Chris, Arista and I said goodbye and then Chris and I threw dirt into the grave before the casket was laid inside. Then Kipley threw some dirt on top. We then watched as the men respectfully burried the casket into the ground. It was a very sacred experience I will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2wG9WtfAI/AAAAAAAACuc/HQhcH6uwHlQ/s1600/IMG_6695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2wG9WtfAI/AAAAAAAACuc/HQhcH6uwHlQ/s320/IMG_6695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534273150703729666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I placed the flowers onto Preslie's grave. I was so pleased at how they turned out. I loved the heart bouquet made out of pink carnations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2wGuutTaI/AAAAAAAACuU/6_7VRMYq9rw/s1600/IMG_6727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2wGuutTaI/AAAAAAAACuU/6_7VRMYq9rw/s320/IMG_6727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534273146777849250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate Preslie's birthday we headed out to eat at Litzi's pizza. Litzi's is my favorite pizza place, and I am grateful we were able to go. We all ate pizza, and then sang "Happy Birthday" and had a piece of cake. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2xoGvc1mI/AAAAAAAACu0/OJrrUicda2M/s1600/IMG_6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2xoGvc1mI/AAAAAAAACu0/OJrrUicda2M/s320/IMG_6742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534274819670726242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2xnj5_6II/AAAAAAAACus/Yq4IXwyPHFA/s1600/IMG_6740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2xnj5_6II/AAAAAAAACus/Yq4IXwyPHFA/s320/IMG_6740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534274810319726722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2xnJiuinI/AAAAAAAACuk/Y9jIH52EBgA/s1600/IMG_6739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2xnJiuinI/AAAAAAAACuk/Y9jIH52EBgA/s320/IMG_6739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534274803242797682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I want to thank everyone who came and showed their support to us during Preslie's burial. We are grateful for all the letters, texts, messages, emails, and prayers sent our way from those who could not attend. It was not easy saying goodbye one last time, but we feel that now we finally have the peace we have been searching for. I'll express my feelings of the event in a future blog, but I could not have asked for a more beautiful tribute to her. We also want to thank all my Aunts and Uncles for letting us bury Preslie with Grandpa. It feels good to know that Preslie is being laid with him, for I know that they are together in heaven. 2 days before Grandpa passed he waved and smiled at Arista, it melted my heart. It brings me peace to know that he is up there taking care of my other daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Due to the length of this post, the rest of our trip will be posted in a future post. More pictures to come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1808666249082023727?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1808666249082023727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1808666249082023727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1808666249082023727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1808666249082023727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/10/utah-angel-ersary.html' title='A Utah Angel-ersary'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TM2zk5YeZ0I/AAAAAAAACu8/3r0qp2qOchs/s72-c/IMG_6234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-8389655344507533648</id><published>2010-10-20T23:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:49:09.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preslie And The Terrible 2's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TL-04jFlndI/AAAAAAAACpk/jqYGSOd0RLs/s1600/Baby+Preslie+016+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TL-04jFlndI/AAAAAAAACpk/jqYGSOd0RLs/s320/Baby+Preslie+016+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530337751018610130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today our beloved angel returned to heaven. Preslie Quinn Martin, our future tennis star, our first born baby girl, our daughter, our angel, our baby Princess and our hopes and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the day like it was yesterday. Getting a panicked call, running home from work on that cold autumn day, and rushing to the hospital. I remember the movie we watched the night before, the green polo I wore for the next three days, the sound of silence, and the breaking of two young parent's hearts. I remember my courageous bride who was able to hold me together and deliver Preslie only as a Mother could. I remember the beautiful baby P who had curly hair, long legs, big feet, and chubby cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time has passed. My Dad and I were talking the other day and he stated in some ways it feels like it was just yesterday and in other ways it feels like its been 20 years. I think it is a mixture of both and while it does seem like just yesterday that Preslie returned to heaven, time does heal and although we will never forget there seems to be more good days than bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive by a day-care on the way home from work every day and look at the little two-year olds strapped together and smiling. Even though it makes me sad to do this it brings me happiness to know that little Preslie is two. I often think of Preslie as a two year old and what she would be like. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TL-2knPDT8I/AAAAAAAACp8/0ZUsV2eeUgI/s1600/2JY4D00Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TL-2knPDT8I/AAAAAAAACp8/0ZUsV2eeUgI/s320/2JY4D00Z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530339607557918658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she would be a little adventurer getting into mischief. I think she would love playing with Chewy and Arista and teaching them new things. I think she would love to make a mess and then laugh about it. I think she would love to smile and cuddle with us. I think she would love to play dress up and change her outfits a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often told Rylie that I didn't know if I would be a good Daddy with an infant but once they started walking and talking that I would do a good job. I still feel like that is the case but how I was looking forward to teaching Preslie how to play tennis, having tea-time with her and watching Princess movies with her. Tonight I sat here and watched cartoons and looked at pictures of her and the sweet little angel that will always be in our hearts until that sweet day we are reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we will lay Preslie to rest in the Murray City Cemetery. We want to thank all those who have loved and supported us through all the ups and downs of the last two years. The list of names would be too long to list but you know who you are and we are eternally grateful for your Christlike acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Preslie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of your 2nd birthday we bought a little tikes castle with slide and swing for your baby sister to play with. When we saw it we knew that you would have had so much fun playing with her that we had to get it. Your brother Chewy loves it too and even slides down the slide. We want you to know how much we love you and wish the very best for you. Have a Happy Happy Birthday up in heaven and enjoy the balloons that we are sending up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy, Chewy, and Arista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-8389655344507533648?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8389655344507533648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=8389655344507533648&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8389655344507533648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/8389655344507533648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/10/preslie-and-terrible-2s.html' title='Preslie And The Terrible 2&apos;s'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TL-04jFlndI/AAAAAAAACpk/jqYGSOd0RLs/s72-c/Baby+Preslie+016+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-984848667763834542</id><published>2010-10-05T22:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:59:45.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvylJC5F6I/AAAAAAAACpc/xJAqAIzxvI0/s1600/tear+drop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvylJC5F6I/AAAAAAAACpc/xJAqAIzxvI0/s320/tear+drop.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524776087797176226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colder weather, crunchy leaves, and little pumpkins brings me back 2 years ago. Fall used to be my favorite season. There is a different feel in the air, a unique smell of the fallen leaves, and the colors are beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall brings on a whole new meaning to me. The pumpkins remind me of my last night with Preslie. I remember carving the littlest one for her, and calling it the "Jack Skelington" pumpkin. The rain reminds me of my due date, October 15th. It rained all day long, but it didn't matter...Preslie would be arriving soon. The leaves. The leaves will forever be ingrained in my memory...riding up to the cemetery sitting next to Preslie's little casket. Watching through the hearse windows the colors outside were amazingly beautiful, and the sun shone through the bitter wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sit trying to push out the pain and sorrow, while failing miserably to do so. All of these reminders bring back some of my most tender feelings and thoughts. Wanting answers, but knowing there are none. Wishing I could go back for even just a minute to tell Preslie that I love her and will never forget her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting in the car the other day I watched a little girl(around age 2)playing in the leaves while her pregnant mother stood nearby. I couldn't help but think "That should be me". Playing with Preslie, while being pregnant with Arista. Although I enjoy every minute with Arista, I sometimes can't help to think of what would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Preslie's second "Angelversary" this year we are burying her with my grandfather, who passed away in June. She will be laid to rest in the Murray Cemetery among family. We are all flying out for the event in a few weeks, and I have mixed feelings about how it will go. And questions that have been keeping me awake long into the night. Will it bring back all the pain and grief? Will I be able to finally move forward? How will I react to seeing the little casket again? One thing that has gotten me through is knowing that I will see Preslie's little casket again. How will it be knowing that it will be the last time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, a former month of happiness and joy. &lt;br /&gt;Now, a month I struggle to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;With leaves and pumpkins reminding me, &lt;br /&gt;of what was not meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny cry I never heard,&lt;br /&gt;A mother's hope and dream now blurred.&lt;br /&gt;Cold fall winds awaken me &lt;br /&gt;"Where is my sweet little P?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asleep I see her standing there&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes with curly light brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll see you soon, my Mommy dear&lt;br /&gt;Tell Daddy Hi, and Arista I'm here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, laced with sorrow, grief and pain&lt;br /&gt;brought us our angel, who we will see again.&lt;br /&gt;Preslie will forever and always be,&lt;br /&gt;A special guardian angel over our eternal family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-984848667763834542?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/984848667763834542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=984848667763834542&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/984848667763834542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/984848667763834542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-sorrow.html' title='October Sorrow'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvylJC5F6I/AAAAAAAACpc/xJAqAIzxvI0/s72-c/tear+drop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-6269278321198379789</id><published>2010-10-05T21:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:13:45.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Terrific Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvbHMVokjI/AAAAAAAACpM/hFtcGvPRRUw/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvbHMVokjI/AAAAAAAACpM/hFtcGvPRRUw/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524750284517577266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe how much we love this cute little stink. With each passing month Arista grows more and more beautiful. Her personality stronger and more independent along with her. We spend our days going up and down the stairs, reading stories, watching Barney,cheering on BSU, and going on walks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvUB1luZsI/AAAAAAAACoM/nj6YIrz1Drk/s1600/IMG_5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvUB1luZsI/AAAAAAAACoM/nj6YIrz1Drk/s320/IMG_5455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524742495930312386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvQWYPW85I/AAAAAAAACnk/Ij1Dky3Ku2U/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvQWYPW85I/AAAAAAAACnk/Ij1Dky3Ku2U/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524738450782614418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Idaho Arista would hold onto her rocking toy and walk around and around in circles. She is so close to walking! She pulls herself up to everything and anything, and can stand for 10-20 seconds. Give her a few weeks and she will be a walker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvUCCxbM_I/AAAAAAAACoU/BLaJtlY2rhI/s1600/IMG_5466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvUCCxbM_I/AAAAAAAACoU/BLaJtlY2rhI/s320/IMG_5466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524742499469046770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month Arista has mastered the art of destruction. She loves to pull the laundry out of the basket, rip magazines, throw things out of bags, and pull all her toys out of her toy basket. She especially loves to get into the pots and pans in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvQWyY6j1I/AAAAAAAACns/IHP5W_4nT30/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvQWyY6j1I/AAAAAAAACns/IHP5W_4nT30/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524738457802018642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvSMdC7LEI/AAAAAAAACoE/EwhVJixpuEk/s1600/IMG_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvSMdC7LEI/AAAAAAAACoE/EwhVJixpuEk/s320/IMG_5444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524740479297203266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loves dogs, especially her auntie's dog Yeager. A few days ago our friend CJ and Bev came over and brought their dog Griffin. Arista loved watching him play and run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvYIZtHKZI/AAAAAAAACo8/7c9rmRrLGdY/s1600/IMG_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvYIZtHKZI/AAAAAAAACo8/7c9rmRrLGdY/s320/IMG_5498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524747006750697874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvWZmW4LMI/AAAAAAAACo0/PuV2ElThc8s/s1600/IMG_5531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvWZmW4LMI/AAAAAAAACo0/PuV2ElThc8s/s320/IMG_5531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524745103181622466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading is another one of Arista's favorite things to do. Arista has a very long attention span, and sits still for the entire story. Grandma Mary loved reading to Arista everyday while we were visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvSMJgM8BI/AAAAAAAACn8/j9EiJVnpKxg/s1600/IMG_5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvSMJgM8BI/AAAAAAAACn8/j9EiJVnpKxg/s320/IMG_5421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524740474051293202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista's number one favorite thing of all time is "the swing". When Arista swings she is in her own world. She sings her songs while her eyes become heavy. Nothing makes her happier and more calm then to swing. When it is time to go she gets really upset, but she knows we will visit the swings again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvWZdQNTZI/AAAAAAAACos/_awD2_bwgsU/s1600/IMG_5516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvWZdQNTZI/AAAAAAAACos/_awD2_bwgsU/s320/IMG_5516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524745100737727890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvWZD_-n0I/AAAAAAAACok/IhcIT4klp_g/s1600/IMG_5527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvWZD_-n0I/AAAAAAAACok/IhcIT4klp_g/s320/IMG_5527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524745093958770498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista loves sweet potatoes and banana yogurt. She is a very picky eater and would prefer to just drink milk. However, her nursing days are limited due to her new pearly whites. Arista loves to bite me while eating, and finds it the funniest thing. I know I should be more stern about her biting, but I can't help but laugh at her naughty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvSLxLaseI/AAAAAAAACn0/waZdslgomVk/s1600/IMG_5414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvSLxLaseI/AAAAAAAACn0/waZdslgomVk/s320/IMG_5414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524740467521663458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have this little angel in our lives. We love you so much Arista kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvYIs5KFII/AAAAAAAACpE/rYPCKthwQGg/s1600/IMG_5620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvYIs5KFII/AAAAAAAACpE/rYPCKthwQGg/s320/IMG_5620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524747011901494402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-6269278321198379789?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6269278321198379789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=6269278321198379789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6269278321198379789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/6269278321198379789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/10/ten-terrific-months.html' title='Ten Terrific Months'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKvbHMVokjI/AAAAAAAACpM/hFtcGvPRRUw/s72-c/Kelsey%27s+wedding+502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-7518254835529464797</id><published>2010-09-22T02:10:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:28:34.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqL3njpxWI/AAAAAAAACnE/ysW55nDn_Bc/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqL3njpxWI/AAAAAAAACnE/ysW55nDn_Bc/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524381680550921570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 18th was a big day in our family, my older sister Kelsey married her fiance Craig. The night before we had a rehearsal with most of the bridal party. We set up chairs and tables in my Mom's good friend Leann's backyard. Her backyard is beautiful, and was the perfect place to have a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride, or "Zilly" as we called her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKk8DXZwhuI/AAAAAAAACjc/pCYPb__1tF4/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524012446465951458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKk8DXZwhuI/AAAAAAAACjc/pCYPb__1tF4/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Groomsmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp6-8X30gI/AAAAAAAACkM/RChIavJ0jwY/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524363114700067330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp6-8X30gI/AAAAAAAACkM/RChIavJ0jwY/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have too much fun together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp8IL2gKHI/AAAAAAAACkc/y-mB0EXLqEw/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp8IL2gKHI/AAAAAAAACkc/y-mB0EXLqEw/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524364372985522290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrick and Collin used their P90X skills to move tables and chairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp8HE0ZqwI/AAAAAAAACkU/GpbSM-DAdqE/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp8HE0ZqwI/AAAAAAAACkU/GpbSM-DAdqE/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524364353917790978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom's cake I made &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp9213PuxI/AAAAAAAACk0/obZJGpTe4lI/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp9213PuxI/AAAAAAAACk0/obZJGpTe4lI/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524366274048539410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridal party minus a few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp92BGiF_I/AAAAAAAACks/RUsk32ZL3pE/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp92BGiF_I/AAAAAAAACks/RUsk32ZL3pE/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524366259885578226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Kels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp91eAMvqI/AAAAAAAACkk/ppWNkjsV5XQ/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp91eAMvqI/AAAAAAAACkk/ppWNkjsV5XQ/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524366250463772322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris surprised me weeks ago with a plane ticket, so he could fly out and attend the wedding as well. My Grandmother and Great-Grandmother drove up for the weekend too. The weather was beautiful all weekend, and the wedding was stunning. I have never seen my sister look more beautiful. There are over thousands of pictures, here are a few of my favorite from my camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful sister before taking her vows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp_rHXb-NI/AAAAAAAACk8/KveONr281Mg/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp_rHXb-NI/AAAAAAAACk8/KveONr281Mg/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524368271611787474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Kipley and her boyfriend Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp_riG7bsI/AAAAAAAAClM/F27saOg8Edk/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp_riG7bsI/AAAAAAAAClM/F27saOg8Edk/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524368278790303426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqO0p7Mh1I/AAAAAAAACnM/2EBb0WQE4ig/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqO0p7Mh1I/AAAAAAAACnM/2EBb0WQE4ig/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384928181815122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp_rSC7a7I/AAAAAAAAClE/YO-gbkySiVA/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKp_rSC7a7I/AAAAAAAAClE/YO-gbkySiVA/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524368274478558130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrick and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqCD37YtqI/AAAAAAAAClk/0raQcHSg0pM/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqCD37YtqI/AAAAAAAAClk/0raQcHSg0pM/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524370895987586722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqCDTbd5uI/AAAAAAAAClU/Tld9mEkYquA/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqCDTbd5uI/AAAAAAAAClU/Tld9mEkYquA/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524370886190032610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are pictures of all of us walking down the aisle, that I will post when I receive them. Since Arista can't walk Chris carried her down and threw the flowers while she chewed on them. It was the sweetest thing. We sisters were all very emotional as we watched my Dad walk Kelsey down the aisle. There was dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come to My Garden"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqD8b9XJbI/AAAAAAAACl8/hYZdnDlwseQ/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqD8b9XJbI/AAAAAAAACl8/hYZdnDlwseQ/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524372967243851186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Bless the Broken Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqD8N5qwZI/AAAAAAAACl0/-vqhmi_bVzU/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqD8N5qwZI/AAAAAAAACl0/-vqhmi_bVzU/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524372963470262674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best Years of Our Lives"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqD70NUSVI/AAAAAAAACls/9_s9moPEsVk/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqD70NUSVI/AAAAAAAACls/9_s9moPEsVk/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524372956573354322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all weddings have some kind of a mishap, here is my sister's bad luck in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqGKzrmaaI/AAAAAAAACmE/XCIGeNhjayc/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqGKzrmaaI/AAAAAAAACmE/XCIGeNhjayc/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524375413153229218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqGLPqx_WI/AAAAAAAACmM/Uc-G9Knkc6c/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqGLPqx_WI/AAAAAAAACmM/Uc-G9Knkc6c/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524375420665986402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqGLRlboKI/AAAAAAAACmU/onBhAi2TWns/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqGLRlboKI/AAAAAAAACmU/onBhAi2TWns/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524375421180420258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqI_ZdHlnI/AAAAAAAACmc/I79jYOSFqoc/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqI_ZdHlnI/AAAAAAAACmc/I79jYOSFqoc/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524378515669489266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqI_6VffBI/AAAAAAAACms/CZIfDzB3Idc/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqI_6VffBI/AAAAAAAACms/CZIfDzB3Idc/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524378524495870994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the cake toppled over. Not only did the cake smash to the ground, the cake topper was decapitated. Some people thought that maybe it was a sign...We think it was just a really poorly made cake. This didn't ruin my sister's day one bit! She was a beautiful bride, and her wedding was great. Congrats Craig and Kelsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqQRVN3SAI/AAAAAAAACnU/cD6qpm7mR0c/s1600/Kelsey%27s+wedding+574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqQRVN3SAI/AAAAAAAACnU/cD6qpm7mR0c/s320/Kelsey%27s+wedding+574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524386520350803970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-7518254835529464797?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7518254835529464797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=7518254835529464797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7518254835529464797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/7518254835529464797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-and-marriage-love-and-marriage.html' title='&quot;Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage&quot;'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TKqL3njpxWI/AAAAAAAACnE/ysW55nDn_Bc/s72-c/Kelsey%27s+wedding+867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-9074952212072586864</id><published>2010-09-13T00:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:09:47.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Crackers in My Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2vu87ymhI/AAAAAAAACic/-pSOzNKYGig/s1600/September+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2vu87ymhI/AAAAAAAACic/-pSOzNKYGig/s320/September+2010+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516258339764476434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been beautiful the past few days so Chris and I decided it would be a great weekend to go to the National Zoo.  Arista took a nap in the car ride over, and when we arrived she was ready to go.  We saw all sorts of animals including prairie dogs, horses, gorrillas, orangutans,elephants, and the famous panda bears.  Arista loved staring at all the excited children that would walk past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p4Cb34FI/AAAAAAAAChE/kRRmMf0jCq4/s1600/September+2010+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p4Cb34FI/AAAAAAAAChE/kRRmMf0jCq4/s320/September+2010+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516251898790273106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p3aN1kOI/AAAAAAAACg8/dJoZsG8Uygo/s1600/September+2010+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p3aN1kOI/AAAAAAAACg8/dJoZsG8Uygo/s320/September+2010+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516251887993983202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p20GsHOI/AAAAAAAACg0/1YKzum38oDM/s1600/September+2010+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p20GsHOI/AAAAAAAACg0/1YKzum38oDM/s320/September+2010+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516251877763456226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p2fTtaRI/AAAAAAAACgs/Yq7Lqjc30g8/s1600/September+2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p2fTtaRI/AAAAAAAACgs/Yq7Lqjc30g8/s320/September+2010+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516251872180922642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p184zgDI/AAAAAAAACgk/B_9jyZCzqIU/s1600/September+2010+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2p184zgDI/AAAAAAAACgk/B_9jyZCzqIU/s320/September+2010+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516251862941270066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to say that Arista's favorite part of the day is found in the following pictures.  They speak for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t8JNg2nI/AAAAAAAACiM/oWhVMLo-WHw/s1600/September+2010+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t8JNg2nI/AAAAAAAACiM/oWhVMLo-WHw/s320/September+2010+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516256367375080050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t7pSqqnI/AAAAAAAACiE/T8j2ZUM4NDc/s1600/September+2010+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t7pSqqnI/AAAAAAAACiE/T8j2ZUM4NDc/s320/September+2010+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516256358806760050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t7BucFcI/AAAAAAAACh8/sdws8in9bTo/s1600/September+2010+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t7BucFcI/AAAAAAAACh8/sdws8in9bTo/s320/September+2010+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516256348185826754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t6z0-gaI/AAAAAAAACh0/m-UJai5bzM0/s1600/September+2010+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t6z0-gaI/AAAAAAAACh0/m-UJai5bzM0/s320/September+2010+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516256344455152034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t6Ujyu8I/AAAAAAAAChs/Rlt8gR70zRo/s1600/September+2010+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2t6Ujyu8I/AAAAAAAAChs/Rlt8gR70zRo/s320/September+2010+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516256336061578178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends from the ward let us borrow their zoo pass for free parking.  We found out that if you buy this pass then you can get into over 100 zoos around the country, and park for free.  We decided it was a deal we couldn't pass up, so we bought one.  Along with it came this adorable stuffed Panda bear we named "Po".  Arista has been chewing on him since we got him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2ucQbF0fI/AAAAAAAACiU/OLsJjmPft-A/s1600/September+2010+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2ucQbF0fI/AAAAAAAACiU/OLsJjmPft-A/s320/September+2010+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516256919066890738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-9074952212072586864?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/9074952212072586864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=9074952212072586864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/9074952212072586864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/9074952212072586864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/09/animal-crackers-in-my-soup.html' title='Animal Crackers in My Soup'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2vu87ymhI/AAAAAAAACic/-pSOzNKYGig/s72-c/September+2010+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-1944217838319599730</id><published>2010-09-12T23:06:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:21:40.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors and Football Games</title><content type='html'>I know it's time to update my blog, when my dad mentions that it's been far too long since he has seen updated pictures of Arista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been very eventful. First with a visit from Chris' aunt Gaylynne and her best friend Joan. Gaylynne and Joan invited Arista and I tag along with them one day downtown. We went to the castle Smithsonian for lunch, the National Aquarium, and the National Botanical garden. At the National Aquarium we saw some really neat looking fish and sea creatures. I would not recommend this place to anyone though, it was $9 and not worth it. Arista loved it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aA6k4AdI/AAAAAAAACec/hXAWFxj0RwM/s1600/September+2010+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aA6k4AdI/AAAAAAAACec/hXAWFxj0RwM/s320/September+2010+171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234459113325010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Freer art museum and saw some interesting art, and the peacock room. Arista wasn't much of a fan of them museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aAqizcAI/AAAAAAAACeU/SYtsPSJVxWw/s1600/September+2010+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aAqizcAI/AAAAAAAACeU/SYtsPSJVxWw/s320/September+2010+176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234454809669634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went with Joan and Gaylynne to Mt. Vernon to tour George Washington's estate and house. It was incredible. His house was HUGE, and plantation beautiful. We also saw his tomb, and where a lot of his relatives are buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2b5j6WnWI/AAAAAAAACfE/d5IswB9c9PA/s1600/September+2010+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2b5j6WnWI/AAAAAAAACfE/d5IswB9c9PA/s320/September+2010+249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236531793567074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2b5TDxDaI/AAAAAAAACe8/4uajS5JXi7Y/s1600/September+2010+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2b5TDxDaI/AAAAAAAACe8/4uajS5JXi7Y/s320/September+2010+244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236527269645730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2b6FYxERI/AAAAAAAACfM/WydyVDF0QDo/s1600/September+2010+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2b6FYxERI/AAAAAAAACfM/WydyVDF0QDo/s320/September+2010+255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236540779499794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we witnessed Chad and Sue's "U-torium". Many friends from the ward come over to the Martin house for each Utah Ute football game. There was lots of red worn, and yummy treats made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aBTREfMI/AAAAAAAACek/QYekpGcdnm8/s1600/September+2010+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aBTREfMI/AAAAAAAACek/QYekpGcdnm8/s320/September+2010+182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234465741143234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aB23kw7I/AAAAAAAACes/wdjnQG8HT0U/s1600/September+2010+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aB23kw7I/AAAAAAAACes/wdjnQG8HT0U/s320/September+2010+195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234475297883058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista played with her friend Nora who is a month older than her. Nora and Arista were having a jump off. It was adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aCSIonSI/AAAAAAAACe0/bRsPJMFVzOw/s1600/September+2010+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aCSIonSI/AAAAAAAACe0/bRsPJMFVzOw/s320/September+2010+212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516234482617195810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Labor day this year Chad, Sue, Gaylynne, Joan, Tom, Chris, Arista and I rode the metro to the Redskins stadium for the Boise State VS Virginia Tech football game. The game was deafening it was so loud, and we were behind some crazy people who were more interested in Arista than the game. The game was a real nail bitter, and there were times when we gave up on the broncos. We were thrilled however, that they pulled through and won!!! Arista was dressed in a BSU cheerleader outfit and all the VA tech fans couldn't help but agree. It was a LONG ride home. We ended up rolling in around 2am!! Arista was exhausted but it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jtqezytI/AAAAAAAACfU/w2DoW1JRQBY/s1600/September+2010+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jtqezytI/AAAAAAAACfU/w2DoW1JRQBY/s320/September+2010+288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516245123491678930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jv5fVxKI/AAAAAAAACf0/pjvwZPSWAqk/s1600/September+2010+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jv5fVxKI/AAAAAAAACf0/pjvwZPSWAqk/s320/September+2010+302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516245161880175778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jvm9dJOI/AAAAAAAACfs/gvGvRvut7XU/s1600/September+2010+348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jvm9dJOI/AAAAAAAACfs/gvGvRvut7XU/s320/September+2010+348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516245156906214626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jufelVdI/AAAAAAAACfk/iMdB8zX2fxg/s1600/September+2010+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2jufelVdI/AAAAAAAACfk/iMdB8zX2fxg/s320/September+2010+321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516245137717810642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2juNtlCCI/AAAAAAAACfc/aZCRwCkraTA/s1600/September+2010+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2juNtlCCI/AAAAAAAACfc/aZCRwCkraTA/s320/September+2010+297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516245132948867106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with Gaylynne and Joan and were sad when they had to leave back to Utah. We can't wait to see them again in October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-1944217838319599730?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1944217838319599730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387584637430140356&amp;postID=1944217838319599730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1944217838319599730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387584637430140356/posts/default/1944217838319599730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rylieandchris.blogspot.com/2010/09/visitors-and-football-games.html' title='Visitors and Football Games'/><author><name>Rylie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/SmyPl3DLjII/AAAAAAAABRc/1FjQqesUoDw/S220/Kalamazoo+Trip+March+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/TI2aA6k4AdI/AAAAAAAACec/hXAWFxj0RwM/s72-c/September+2010+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387584637430140356.post-7299021006272556061</id><published>2010-08-24T16:40:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:11:09.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 4th Anniversary at the National Harbor</title><content type='html'>Chris and I celebrated our 4th anniversary this past weekend at the National Harbor. Chris' parents anniversary is the day before ours so they stayed at the harbor the night before we did. I was really worried about leaving Arista overnight, but after much reassurance we headed out for an amazing mini vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Gaylord hotel, which is massive. Our room was on the 17th floor right in the middle of the hotel, with a fantastic view of the harbor and the inside of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THQw3tblW2I/AAAAAAAACb8/G3UKw1hMQs8/s1600/August+2010+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THQw3tblW2I/AAAAAAAACb8/G3UKw1hMQs8/s320/August+2010+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509081977827187554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THQw3WtPuNI/AAAAAAAACb0/MVnn4e9QrSg/s1600/August+2010+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THQw3WtPuNI/AAAAAAAACb0/MVnn4e9QrSg/s320/August+2010+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509081971727251666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out our room we walked the streets, and checked out the shops. There were all kinds of neat little stores, but my favorite store had to be the Peep store. Yes, a store all about Peeps, Mike and Ikes, and Hot Tamales. They had everything from the Peep bunnies, to Peep pens, and even Peep art! It was crazy! We tried a new candy that will be coming out in Spring 2011 which is a chocolate candy with marshmallow filling. Mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THRzi18GveI/AAAAAAAACcE/QRdyseXXeKU/s1600/August+2010+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THRzi18GveI/AAAAAAAACcE/QRdyseXXeKU/s320/August+2010+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509155286612884962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping we went down to the harbor to check out the "Awakening" monument. We have seen it before, but weren't ever able to touch it. We couldn't leave without a picture in the giant hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR0OH2TJnI/AAAAAAAACcM/sWkzEOqy6rM/s1600/August+2010+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR0OH2TJnI/AAAAAAAACcM/sWkzEOqy6rM/s320/August+2010+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509156030154745458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When through site seeing we went back to the hotel and changed for dinner. We decided to eat at Moon Bay Coastal Cuisine which was inside the hotel. We had a crab cake for an appetizer, Chris has fish and chips and I had the best crab ever! To top it off we received free dessert for being part of the anniversary package. The dessert was 2 drumsticks covered in caramel, it wasn't anything special. Then when they brought out the check they also brought out complementary COTTON CANDY! It was the coolest thing! The cotton candy came out in a beautiful glass, and it was delicious! I have never had banana flavored cotton candy before, but it is now my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR1gJllQKI/AAAAAAAACcc/gxeexF6kHiU/s1600/August+2010+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR1gJllQKI/AAAAAAAACcc/gxeexF6kHiU/s320/August+2010+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509157439370772642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR1fnp8pCI/AAAAAAAACcU/6ULAKYpbgJA/s1600/August+2010+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR1fnp8pCI/AAAAAAAACcU/6ULAKYpbgJA/s320/August+2010+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509157430262277154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we walked around the hotel, and I played on their grand piano. It had a beautiful sound. Chris printed out our wedding song "Come What May" and I played it for us. After a little while we had an audience...the picture says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR19YtbdAI/AAAAAAAACck/aSxTDSFsV-g/s1600/August+2010+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR19YtbdAI/AAAAAAAACck/aSxTDSFsV-g/s320/August+2010+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509157941646423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking many more pictures we changed into our swimming suits and headed for the pool. Every night they play a children's movie on a huge projection screen over the pool. We watched the movie for a little bit, sat in the jacuzzi,then went outside and sat on the lawn and watched fireworks. It was so magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR2-Kz35xI/AAAAAAAACc0/5BIcAqIYNTQ/s1600/August+2010+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR2-Kz35xI/AAAAAAAACc0/5BIcAqIYNTQ/s320/August+2010+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509159054606853906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR294jN0lI/AAAAAAAACcs/JGnN_7RPJos/s1600/August+2010+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR294jN0lI/AAAAAAAACcs/JGnN_7RPJos/s320/August+2010+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509159049705149010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fireworks were finished we went back to our room and rented "Get Him to the Greek". It was a pretty funny movie! Then we crashed. I haven't slept that great since Arista was born! Chris woke up and headed down to the spa while I slept longer. Part of our Anniversary Package included free entry into their spa which included a sauna, whirl pool and tons of free stuff! After the spa Chris ran out and got Arista from his parents and brought her up to the room. She had a blast crawling around on the marble floors, and staring at herself in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR4P4FCRCI/AAAAAAAACdE/9mgrKBB6UI8/s1600/August+2010+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR4P4FCRCI/AAAAAAAACdE/9mgrKBB6UI8/s320/August+2010+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509160458327835682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR4PXMuQkI/AAAAAAAACc8/5_ybM3nJTQY/s1600/August+2010+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR4PXMuQkI/AAAAAAAACc8/5_ybM3nJTQY/s320/August+2010+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509160449501708866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed a quick Cinnamon roll for breakfast, and then took Arista to the pool. They have a little fountain area outside for little kids, and she LOVED crawling through. Chris took her in the pool for a while, and they had a blast there as well. Arista was a huge fan of riding the glass elevator, and crawling all over the place in the lobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6xfSKN2I/AAAAAAAACds/4S4ht4EeVLg/s1600/August+2010+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6xfSKN2I/AAAAAAAACds/4S4ht4EeVLg/s320/August+2010+209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509163234810804066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6w-QuEJI/AAAAAAAACdk/nq2LK59wcKM/s1600/August+2010+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6w-QuEJI/AAAAAAAACdk/nq2LK59wcKM/s320/August+2010+201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509163225946394770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6wmOWYfI/AAAAAAAACdc/tKUHEoIihvs/s1600/August+2010+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6wmOWYfI/AAAAAAAACdc/tKUHEoIihvs/s320/August+2010+223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509163219494003186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6wNGh98I/AAAAAAAACdU/M4Coj6f05go/s1600/August+2010+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6wNGh98I/AAAAAAAACdU/M4Coj6f05go/s320/August+2010+290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509163212750321602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6vxNRz4I/AAAAAAAACdM/FAJBIbc_KXE/s1600/August+2010+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR6vxNRz4I/AAAAAAAACdM/FAJBIbc_KXE/s320/August+2010+349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509163205262430082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arista was wiped by the time we got home, and so were we! We made it just in time to change and race to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR7n65CcfI/AAAAAAAACd0/TACqQugmo2M/s1600/August+2010+369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5oxPWp6lAZU/THR7n65CcfI/AAAAAAAACd0/TACqQugmo2M/s320/August+2010+369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509164169934565874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot thank Chad and Sue enough for watching Arista overnight for us.  It was great to spend quality time together for our anniversary, and to feel like we were on vacation for a little while.  Thank you Chris for setting this great weekend up for all of us, and for a wonderful time!  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387584637430140356-7299021006272556061?l=rylieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' hr
