<?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-284536701640239664</id><updated>2012-01-30T17:10:50.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shields Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3962371054318201949</id><published>2012-01-28T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:02:43.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Independant Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Idh3xUq-bs/TyTN218HeII/AAAAAAAADSM/rzIbug7s9Mw/s1600/IMG_4485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Idh3xUq-bs/TyTN218HeII/AAAAAAAADSM/rzIbug7s9Mw/s320/IMG_4485.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carson loves to eat... luckily almost anything. He's a pretty particular little boy and has to have his own fork, along with anything&amp;nbsp;anyone else had. If we have ketchup, ranch, salt, pepper... Carson wants some too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfJv4NJt5Zg/TyTN7w7ZE6I/AAAAAAAADSU/fIPd4ncKI-w/s1600/IMG_4489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfJv4NJt5Zg/TyTN7w7ZE6I/AAAAAAAADSU/fIPd4ncKI-w/s320/IMG_4489.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Usually, after eating always follows with a bath,&amp;nbsp;his second favorite thing next to basketball. He'll sit and play in the water with his bath toys until he's wrinkled like a prune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhXAfRTQ4xQ/TyTeHfSbLvI/AAAAAAAADSs/EZdOtIgH9Jg/s1600/DSC04087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhXAfRTQ4xQ/TyTeHfSbLvI/AAAAAAAADSs/EZdOtIgH9Jg/s400/DSC04087.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I told Carson I wanted a picture one morning and he ran over next to his basketball hoop, and posed with the cheesiest grin. Don't you love my headband on his head that looks like a sweatband on him!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iK3Lvx4Ur4/TyTeJ0gcFHI/AAAAAAAADS0/n8-DcY4Vdy8/s1600/DSC04101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iK3Lvx4Ur4/TyTeJ0gcFHI/AAAAAAAADS0/n8-DcY4Vdy8/s400/DSC04101.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He insisted on sitting in his blocks dump truck to watch his morning cartoons. Carson's become quite the creature of habit lately. If he does something once, then he has to do it e.v.e.r.y. single time. It's crazy how much of a sponge he is, and what he remembers. I like the stage he's at in life. He's becoming so independant and big to me, but still lets me cuddle him at night.&amp;nbsp;I'm just hoping as we approach the 'terrible two's' his smart, funny personality outweighs his&amp;nbsp;stubborn self-sufficient side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3962371054318201949?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3962371054318201949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3962371054318201949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3962371054318201949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3962371054318201949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-boy.html' title='Growing Independant Boy'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Idh3xUq-bs/TyTN218HeII/AAAAAAAADSM/rzIbug7s9Mw/s72-c/IMG_4485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3244628345324091365</id><published>2012-01-28T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:38:21.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Spatula &amp; Cookie Dough Eater</title><content type='html'>Carson loves to help bake. One night he helped me make brownies, and was in charge of licking the spatula and bowl when we were done mixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-270_KN4v_1U/TyTHTq29c4I/AAAAAAAADR0/z7P51BRrlp8/s1600/DSC03861+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-270_KN4v_1U/TyTHTq29c4I/AAAAAAAADR0/z7P51BRrlp8/s400/DSC03861+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdGjKCvbSyA/TyTHSbP0nnI/AAAAAAAADRs/Bmm10r8c74E/s1600/DSC03860+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdGjKCvbSyA/TyTHSbP0nnI/AAAAAAAADRs/Bmm10r8c74E/s400/DSC03860+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Grandma's been baking up a storm and making lots of cookies lately.&amp;nbsp;Carson's become her new best friend in the kitchen. If he see's her getting out her Bosch, it doesn't matter what we're doing, he runs over, climbs himself up the stool and wants to help every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZRtG4H-kBs/TyTJt4SYfOI/AAAAAAAADR8/e7z66_A2A54/s1600/IMG_4586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZRtG4H-kBs/TyTJt4SYfOI/AAAAAAAADR8/e7z66_A2A54/s400/IMG_4586.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usz-FmUf_zs/TyTKZoO9gDI/AAAAAAAADSE/rWUamgBbaUI/s1600/DSC04143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-usz-FmUf_zs/TyTKZoO9gDI/AAAAAAAADSE/rWUamgBbaUI/s400/DSC04143.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿He even decided that he needed an apron like Grandma too. I guess we'll have to look into getting one a little more boy-ish. He looks like he's wearing a dress. I was tempted to throw a headband with a bow on top of his head but I'm not so sure Jordan would appreciate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3244628345324091365?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3244628345324091365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3244628345324091365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3244628345324091365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3244628345324091365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-spatula-cookie-dough-eater.html' title='#1 Spatula &amp; Cookie Dough Eater'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-270_KN4v_1U/TyTHTq29c4I/AAAAAAAADR0/z7P51BRrlp8/s72-c/DSC03861+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7373315128421283567</id><published>2012-01-04T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:26:20.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Thousand Twelve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odzP-4QsaQM/TyS6ayxE_AI/AAAAAAAADRk/1dzkt6xwoXQ/s1600/DSC04038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odzP-4QsaQM/TyS6ayxE_AI/AAAAAAAADRk/1dzkt6xwoXQ/s400/DSC04038.JPG" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We rang in the New Year at the cabin. It was warmer than usual with only a little bit of&amp;nbsp;snow but we still managed to find enough for a little sled run for Carson. I splurged the week before and bought him Lightening McQueen snow boots just in case, and boy was I glad I did. He just couldn't stand to be inside. He had to be out and about running around with the girls all day. He looked like the michelen man all bundled in snow gear, haha - but cuter right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7373315128421283567?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7373315128421283567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7373315128421283567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7373315128421283567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7373315128421283567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-thousand-twelve.html' title='Two Thousand Twelve.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odzP-4QsaQM/TyS6ayxE_AI/AAAAAAAADRk/1dzkt6xwoXQ/s72-c/DSC04038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2752532386396141155</id><published>2012-01-04T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:16:26.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hafen Farm</title><content type='html'>Jordan's grandparents are originally from Mesquite and inherited a farm-house, and land&amp;nbsp;with cows and horses and lots of fun farm-sy type&amp;nbsp;things. Being the wonderful grandson that he is :), Jordan stops by and feeds the cows since he's in town already&amp;nbsp;for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXXeHlRUMJI/TyScSTSAglI/AAAAAAAADQs/A4jbLNEUI6s/s1600/DSC04048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXXeHlRUMJI/TyScSTSAglI/AAAAAAAADQs/A4jbLNEUI6s/s400/DSC04048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ol9Qn2TmSss/TyScxwQJ0wI/AAAAAAAADQ0/6hYDLhDG-HM/s1600/DSC04058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ol9Qn2TmSss/TyScxwQJ0wI/AAAAAAAADQ0/6hYDLhDG-HM/s400/DSC04058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOeq_UjMezo/TySc---w0FI/AAAAAAAADQ8/b7a0Y9KDBZQ/s1600/DSC04061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOeq_UjMezo/TySc---w0FI/AAAAAAAADQ8/b7a0Y9KDBZQ/s400/DSC04061.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we were driving through on our way to the cabin,&amp;nbsp;we stopped to feed them. Carson loved it and I couldn't believe he could actually carry hay, it's turning into our little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2752532386396141155?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2752532386396141155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2752532386396141155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2752532386396141155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2752532386396141155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2012/01/hafen-farm.html' title='Hafen Farm'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qXXeHlRUMJI/TyScSTSAglI/AAAAAAAADQs/A4jbLNEUI6s/s72-c/DSC04048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-751646410712946004</id><published>2011-12-29T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:10:50.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRi-koXmkJE/Tyc-22re2xI/AAAAAAAADS8/fILuu3x5bFE/s1600/IMG_4555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="385" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRi-koXmkJE/Tyc-22re2xI/AAAAAAAADS8/fILuu3x5bFE/s400/IMG_4555.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, Carson wasn't interested in Santa, we'll try again&amp;nbsp;next year.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had a lovely Christmas spent with family. We were able to spend Christmas Eve with my family and Christmas day with Jordan's, including talking to our&amp;nbsp;missionaries Zack [for the last time] from Africa (bright and early at 6am) and Skype with Sam in Spokane later in the afternoon. It was so&amp;nbsp;nice to go to sacrament meeting, and enjoy the spirit that was felt through music. I love Christmas music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carson was spoiled by all and it was really fun to experience the joy of Christmas with a little one. He was excited about unwrapping and playing, too bad he wanted to play with every toy after it was unwrapped before opening another ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take too many pictures, but managed to steal a few of Carson and his new truck, that he absolutely loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zK-ZpDGHMTU/TyStBrEmMnI/AAAAAAAADRM/hOzVQt4uNdg/s1600/383078_10150449885259317_589324316_8664007_659040641_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zK-ZpDGHMTU/TyStBrEmMnI/AAAAAAAADRM/hOzVQt4uNdg/s400/383078_10150449885259317_589324316_8664007_659040641_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O72Rk4FjYzk/TyStTomsIkI/AAAAAAAADRc/Tlb7lwgvGhQ/s1600/IMG_4566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O72Rk4FjYzk/TyStTomsIkI/AAAAAAAADRc/Tlb7lwgvGhQ/s400/IMG_4566.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went back and forth about sending out a Christmas card letter. I really wanted too,&amp;nbsp;but by the time I&amp;nbsp;actually had time to think about it (December was a busy month, especially with moving and then being put in charge of&amp;nbsp;our new wards Christmas Party...) I just didn't get around to it, so I'll just include it on here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2011 has brought many changes for our family and we're so excited for the new adventures in the coming year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xMyPAvh4kM/TySsLVB-QmI/AAAAAAAADRE/_OJFri35MEY/s1600/IMG_4569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xMyPAvh4kM/TySsLVB-QmI/AAAAAAAADRE/_OJFri35MEY/s400/IMG_4569.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jordan graduated from UNLV in Dec. 2010 with a BA in Communications. We were so proud of all his hard work, and glad that chapter for him is over. He still works in Mesquite for his dad's stucco company and really enjoys it, although this year's been slow. He also decided he wanted to open a little side business and started Legacy Home Inspections, doing property inspections for home buyers. Being small business owners has been a new thing for us, but so far it's going well. He loves serving in his church callings and is currently the Teacher's Quorum advisor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenn quit her job at the law firm in September after six years to have more flexible hours and be home with Carson more. She started substitute teaching for the school district and enjoys the ability to plan out her own schedule. Now that Jordan's done with school, she's headed back to UNLV to finish her bachelor's in Criminal Justice. She enjoyed her time this year serving as the secretary in Young Women's and will miss it so much. For the new year, she was called to teach the 16-18 year old Sunday School class so she's anxiously nervous for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carson turned 1 in March, and he's growing like a weed. He loves basketball, swimming in the pool, and anything to do with being outdoors. He loves spending time with the Grandmas' while Jenn is subbing. We were so excited to send him off to nursery at church in September, and are grateful he loves it as much as we do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are so grateful for the holiday season, and the time to reflect the blessings and hand the Savior has had in our lives this year. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-751646410712946004?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/751646410712946004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=751646410712946004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/751646410712946004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/751646410712946004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRi-koXmkJE/Tyc-22re2xI/AAAAAAAADS8/fILuu3x5bFE/s72-c/IMG_4555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1991885075198165996</id><published>2011-11-25T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:26:23.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Turkey Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjpY-Aq9eIM/TtAyXMReS1I/AAAAAAAADPs/ld7E7IpO78Y/s1600/DSC03921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjpY-Aq9eIM/TtAyXMReS1I/AAAAAAAADPs/ld7E7IpO78Y/s400/DSC03921.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6VJkA_ikYY/TtAyF586MkI/AAAAAAAADPU/EN79mmmXkBA/s1600/IMG_4505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P6VJkA_ikYY/TtAyF586MkI/AAAAAAAADPU/EN79mmmXkBA/s400/IMG_4505.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With most holidays we spend some time at both parents houses, but this year my parents and siblings were all celebrating elsewhere, so we were able to spend the whole day and night with Jordan's extended family. The feast was at his parents house, and it turned out so cute with name tags and even a kids table that Carson loved.&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lloQmwswHvo/TtA_HrPN-wI/AAAAAAAADQU/oJ9RwbMVZVc/s1600/DSC03933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lloQmwswHvo/TtA_HrPN-wI/AAAAAAAADQU/oJ9RwbMVZVc/s400/DSC03933.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0DMpSG2LL4/TtBAEsdBcjI/AAAAAAAADQc/gV85dNNRFCs/s1600/DSC03940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0DMpSG2LL4/TtBAEsdBcjI/AAAAAAAADQc/gV85dNNRFCs/s400/DSC03940.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F87sgPlQ8Vk/TtAx9qDWoxI/AAAAAAAADPM/ohGJSF-9hyk/s1600/DSC03941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F87sgPlQ8Vk/TtAx9qDWoxI/AAAAAAAADPM/ohGJSF-9hyk/s400/DSC03941.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIDoQSBZt0I/TtA9z7eKn6I/AAAAAAAADQM/UGa93uoGNwA/s1600/IMG_4524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIDoQSBZt0I/TtA9z7eKn6I/AAAAAAAADQM/UGa93uoGNwA/s400/IMG_4524.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hafen Family, minus a few (or actually alot)... I love getting together at holidays with Jordan's extended family. Their growing leaps and bounds but I have so much fun chatting with his aunts &amp;amp; uncles, cousins and playing games. I really lucked out with his family all the way around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Irz8eh-9mfA/TtAyLLckD6I/AAAAAAAADPk/_i3ZrM0Is4c/s1600/IMG_4501-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Irz8eh-9mfA/TtAyLLckD6I/AAAAAAAADPk/_i3ZrM0Is4c/s400/IMG_4501-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Shields Family&lt;/span&gt; (minus our missionaries, Zack &amp;amp; Sam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trisha, Garrett, Ian, Carson, Jordan, Jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pete &amp;amp; Terri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8n8gc0c8rw/TtAyH5YKa7I/AAAAAAAADPc/3Ny4Cg83-mw/s1600/IMG_4500-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8n8gc0c8rw/TtAyH5YKa7I/AAAAAAAADPc/3Ny4Cg83-mw/s640/IMG_4500-1.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful for my little family. I love Jordan so much.&amp;nbsp;Last week was our 4th anniversary. It's&amp;nbsp;hard to believe we've been married four years already and&amp;nbsp;he still makes me the happiest girl in the world. He's&amp;nbsp;the best dad to Carson. He loves to play with him and teach him to be his little helper. I couldn't have lucked out with a better parenting&amp;nbsp;partner!&amp;nbsp;This little boy&amp;nbsp;keeps us laughing and smiling and always on our toes. I&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;imagine life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1991885075198165996?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1991885075198165996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1991885075198165996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1991885075198165996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1991885075198165996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-turkey-feast.html' title='Our Turkey Feast'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjpY-Aq9eIM/TtAyXMReS1I/AAAAAAAADPs/ld7E7IpO78Y/s72-c/DSC03921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8900421473714537457</id><published>2011-11-13T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:11:28.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty Years Young.</title><content type='html'>My Grandpa turned {80} so to celebrate, my aunt threw him a birthday bash at a local park. I'm so sad that I didn't take a picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my twin sister Bekah, who was visiting from Boston with my Grandpa Marx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0IPbjrtiBk/TtAsQfQDkTI/AAAAAAAADOk/hNQCjaz9G-0/s1600/390062_263297123717980_100001130833040_730269_1613972915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0IPbjrtiBk/TtAsQfQDkTI/AAAAAAAADOk/hNQCjaz9G-0/s400/390062_263297123717980_100001130833040_730269_1613972915_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;To say that Carson loved the bounce house would be a HUGE understatement. We could absolutely not get him out of there. Jordan and I, were so exhausted from carrying him up the stairs and sending him down. He loved it. I'm glad we got there early enough that Carson could enjoy it without having the bigger kids trample him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDYa5VqmjUE/TtAsXp5QUvI/AAAAAAAADOs/oruQmMTudyA/s1600/DSC03841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sDYa5VqmjUE/TtAsXp5QUvI/AAAAAAAADOs/oruQmMTudyA/s400/DSC03841.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmsUnbAwwPQ/TtAsuvrrviI/AAAAAAAADO0/9iHPK7ZjAXs/s1600/DSC03850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmsUnbAwwPQ/TtAsuvrrviI/AAAAAAAADO0/9iHPK7ZjAXs/s400/DSC03850.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDjSPp47I-A/TtAs8Kg9rMI/AAAAAAAADO8/iDVOWYM_Ifw/s1600/DSC03845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDjSPp47I-A/TtAs8Kg9rMI/AAAAAAAADO8/iDVOWYM_Ifw/s400/DSC03845.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday Grandpa.. we sure LOVE you lots and lots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8900421473714537457?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8900421473714537457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8900421473714537457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8900421473714537457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8900421473714537457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/11/bounce-house.html' title='Eighty Years Young.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0IPbjrtiBk/TtAsQfQDkTI/AAAAAAAADOk/hNQCjaz9G-0/s72-c/390062_263297123717980_100001130833040_730269_1613972915_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8677281544448149810</id><published>2011-11-13T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:54:17.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty + Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rB1HKPFePac/TtAkE1O7AbI/AAAAAAAADMs/J407C0VeOKw/s1600/IMG_9678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rB1HKPFePac/TtAkE1O7AbI/AAAAAAAADMs/J407C0VeOKw/s400/IMG_9678.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My little brother Scotty was married to his sweetheart Ashley on the magical day 11.11.11. The wedding was really sweet,&amp;nbsp;the luncheon my mom prepared was amazing, and the reception was to die for. So. Cute. As you can imagine, Jordan and I were busy chasing Carson around and I didn't take many pictures, but Ashley's mom did a cute recap post &lt;a href="http://barnesfamlv.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZLsPpDZQ7Q/TtAkD053jaI/AAAAAAAADMk/wYyex8mf4nY/s1600/391291_2392554165706_1006453844_32597875_1676247454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZLsPpDZQ7Q/TtAkD053jaI/AAAAAAAADMk/wYyex8mf4nY/s640/391291_2392554165706_1006453844_32597875_1676247454_n.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Congrats lovebirds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We're excited to officially have Ashley Noel a part of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kBj-oCIxRE/TtAkCZ8_aAI/AAAAAAAADMc/qnrnScWevLw/s1600/DSC03837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kBj-oCIxRE/TtAkCZ8_aAI/AAAAAAAADMc/qnrnScWevLw/s400/DSC03837.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WeLccFNrcFM/TtAj5up-PmI/AAAAAAAADMU/JLYgsSOsmW0/s1600/IMG_4476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WeLccFNrcFM/TtAj5up-PmI/AAAAAAAADMU/JLYgsSOsmW0/s400/IMG_4476.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now, doesn't Carson look so handsome in his 'big boy' outfit. I'm loving the tie - I think I'm going to buy more for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/284536701640239664-8677281544448149810?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8677281544448149810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8677281544448149810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8677281544448149810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8677281544448149810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/11/scotty-ashley.html' title='Scotty + Ashley'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rB1HKPFePac/TtAkE1O7AbI/AAAAAAAADMs/J407C0VeOKw/s72-c/IMG_9678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6663998436771916384</id><published>2011-11-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:54:05.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>My parents planned a fun family vacation at Disneyland. We went with my parents, and my brother Matt's family. It was so much fun and the kids were great. The weather was perfect. It sprinkled a little hear and there, which was great because it kept the crowds away. We walked onto pretty much every ride or only waited a max 15 minutes, and with anxious kids and squirmy babies -- that is ideal. We rode every ride at least once, mostly twice and some favorites even more. Buzz, Autotopia, and Fanatasyland rides were all major hits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGxf_eK3uDE/TtAmPl-sxJI/AAAAAAAADM8/U4EgV4fsnn0/s1600/DSC03766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGxf_eK3uDE/TtAmPl-sxJI/AAAAAAAADM8/U4EgV4fsnn0/s400/DSC03766.JPG" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Carson only had one &lt;u&gt;major&lt;/u&gt; meltdown. But the reason for the meltdown is what makes me chuckle.&amp;nbsp;We'd been on buzzlighter quite a few times. It was like the go-to ride when the babies couldn't go on the rides that Drew and Charlie could.&amp;nbsp;Until this particular time we could just walk right into the entrance room and&amp;nbsp;Carson could see the walls and the talking buzz, but this time the line&amp;nbsp;was a little longer. It&amp;nbsp;went passed the&amp;nbsp;entrance door and&amp;nbsp;curved around and came back.&amp;nbsp;Carson saw the entrance, then realized we&amp;nbsp;werent going in&amp;nbsp;as we passed and went into complete meltdown mode. Kicking and screaming,&amp;nbsp;arching the back, pointing. I would but him down to take a break from wrestling and he would B-line it for the&amp;nbsp;door. It was 15 minutes of torture. The guests in line&amp;nbsp;were probably thinking I was crazy for keeping him in line and not taking him out, but I knew what he wanted... he wanted to go inside and see buzz. So as soon as we walking into the&amp;nbsp;door it was like turning off the faucet of tears. He started clapping and screaming and getting all excited about the ride. The smile on his face was ear-to-ear and the guests next to us in line that had endured the nightmare&amp;nbsp;along with me&amp;nbsp;were amazed that a kid so&amp;nbsp;small actually knew what he wanted. And once on the ride, he gets his own guns and shoots it. We're creating a monster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te7fBtp-tlM/TtAmeOZ2zAI/AAAAAAAADNE/SgYY-auxn2A/s1600/DSC03777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te7fBtp-tlM/TtAmeOZ2zAI/AAAAAAAADNE/SgYY-auxn2A/s400/DSC03777.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdaRuNsgyrU/TtAmzKeZhxI/AAAAAAAADNM/iXeeqoOCFtM/s1600/DSC03778.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdaRuNsgyrU/TtAmzKeZhxI/AAAAAAAADNM/iXeeqoOCFtM/s400/DSC03778.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oni2fY0yd0A/TtAm-C7nk2I/AAAAAAAADNU/6ZMUHQNgqLE/s1600/DSC03779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp3xEB3ga4o/TtApKD_WvYI/AAAAAAAADOU/m_Zb91iHM5g/s400/DSC03827.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxZXwzsLRYY/TtApMeEY1wI/AAAAAAAADOc/rHsbLka8_r0/s1600/DSC03831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxZXwzsLRYY/TtApMeEY1wI/AAAAAAAADOc/rHsbLka8_r0/s400/DSC03831.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a great time, and I'm glad to got to spend some time with part of my family at Disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6663998436771916384?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6663998436771916384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6663998436771916384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6663998436771916384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6663998436771916384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/11/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGxf_eK3uDE/TtAmPl-sxJI/AAAAAAAADM8/U4EgV4fsnn0/s72-c/DSC03766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-533248101310137389</id><published>2011-11-02T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:38:37.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack time</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;opened the backdoor to let Carson rome in and out as he played, while I was packing up the kitchen. My mom gave him some crackers to snack on... and I didn't notice that he'd ventured outside. When I couldn't hear him like normal my mom went to go check on him and this is what we found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UILAkbvzqCg/Tr8B9GsqzaI/AAAAAAAADLM/8keIZokjfmo/s1600/DSC03709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UILAkbvzqCg/Tr8B9GsqzaI/AAAAAAAADLM/8keIZokjfmo/s400/DSC03709.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Carson was just chillin' on the lawnmower using it as his own little table to eat. This boy has quite the imagination, and he loves to be outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adCOCGzq4m4/Tr8DV_dyWPI/AAAAAAAADLc/heLbCLbpqbk/s1600/DSC03712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adCOCGzq4m4/Tr8DV_dyWPI/AAAAAAAADLc/heLbCLbpqbk/s400/DSC03712.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-533248101310137389?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/533248101310137389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=533248101310137389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/533248101310137389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/533248101310137389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/11/snack-time.html' title='Snack time'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UILAkbvzqCg/Tr8B9GsqzaI/AAAAAAAADLM/8keIZokjfmo/s72-c/DSC03709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-9060923321883418004</id><published>2011-11-02T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:09:30.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you moving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLBGEMZKjZM/Tr78cUuF5bI/AAAAAAAADLE/kQibLsYLcOk/s1600/DSC03700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLBGEMZKjZM/Tr78cUuF5bI/AAAAAAAADLE/kQibLsYLcOk/s400/DSC03700.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes.&amp;nbsp;We rented our house and moved a couple miles away. We now reside with Jordan's parents at Casa de Shields. It was a decision that took lots of thought and prayer and we're happy about it.&amp;nbsp;We've been blessed&amp;nbsp;as little things have just fallen into place along the way. So next year, we may move back to&amp;nbsp;Mazeno Peak, or maybe we'll just keep&amp;nbsp;our home as a rental, who knows. For now, Carson loves being spoiled by grandpa and grandma twenty-four-seven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-9060923321883418004?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/9060923321883418004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=9060923321883418004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9060923321883418004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9060923321883418004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-you-moving.html' title='Are you moving?'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLBGEMZKjZM/Tr78cUuF5bI/AAAAAAAADLE/kQibLsYLcOk/s72-c/DSC03700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5575609903622919457</id><published>2011-11-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:31:27.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity and Beyond</title><content type='html'>Carson wasn't so in love with his costume at first. I don't think he liked the hood portion of the costume, but eventually he forgot about it and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_43Y4fQptk/Tr7399UyteI/AAAAAAAADKs/iGodo4uTbeY/s1600/DSC03725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_43Y4fQptk/Tr7399UyteI/AAAAAAAADKs/iGodo4uTbeY/s400/DSC03725.JPG" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to our ward trunk or treat on Halloween night with our little Buzzlighter. And it didn't take Carson long to get the hang of trunk or treating.&amp;nbsp;He would walk from car to car and just hold up his bucket and shoot his gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2unooiR-yY/Tr744ZtIuCI/AAAAAAAADK0/qug9MQ4TXig/s1600/DSC03732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2unooiR-yY/Tr744ZtIuCI/AAAAAAAADK0/qug9MQ4TXig/s400/DSC03732.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juKxHuHoEu4/Tr8dyvGe0KI/AAAAAAAADLs/W1bJh2BiEPw/s1600/IMG_4475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juKxHuHoEu4/Tr8dyvGe0KI/AAAAAAAADLs/W1bJh2BiEPw/s400/IMG_4475.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-5575609903622919457?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5575609903622919457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=5575609903622919457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5575609903622919457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5575609903622919457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='To Infinity and Beyond'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_43Y4fQptk/Tr7399UyteI/AAAAAAAADKs/iGodo4uTbeY/s72-c/DSC03725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5403075265434633677</id><published>2011-10-22T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:28:25.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01vlmkbJR3U/Tr7xz_B87SI/AAAAAAAADJc/0qgeXhXS4j0/s1600/DSC03684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01vlmkbJR3U/Tr7xz_B87SI/AAAAAAAADJc/0qgeXhXS4j0/s400/DSC03684.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmn9QBYlqMQ/Tr8dJKX9JZI/AAAAAAAADLk/hwThU04m1pk/s1600/IMG_4444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmn9QBYlqMQ/Tr8dJKX9JZI/AAAAAAAADLk/hwThU04m1pk/s400/IMG_4444.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our stake was involved in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/service/humanitarian/helping-hands?lang=eng"&gt;Helping Hands&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;a day of service cleaning up our community&amp;nbsp;in the city of North Las Vegas. We had over 2,000 members of our stake participate at&amp;nbsp;various locations. At our specific location, some professional landscaping had been done when a street was built&amp;nbsp;by a developer, but had&amp;nbsp;never been upkept&amp;nbsp;when turned&amp;nbsp;back over to the&amp;nbsp;city.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;looked like a jungle of craziness. We tackled the beast of over grown bush and weeds. It was great to make a difference in the very city we live.&amp;nbsp;I am grateful for the opportunity we had to go&amp;nbsp;out and serve those in our community. I know we were blessed from this experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afgmqHke5-o/Tr7x41wo5tI/AAAAAAAADJk/0hmDkbpgX3I/s1600/312907_2479161108194_1527520653_32659708_2137397670_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afgmqHke5-o/Tr7x41wo5tI/AAAAAAAADJk/0hmDkbpgX3I/s400/312907_2479161108194_1527520653_32659708_2137397670_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtg1Pi5-MPY/Tr7yIb55GDI/AAAAAAAADJs/tPPyGcp6ldo/s1600/DSC03678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtg1Pi5-MPY/Tr7yIb55GDI/AAAAAAAADJs/tPPyGcp6ldo/s400/DSC03678.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;During&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwslGQvRI3c/Tr7ysET-8GI/AAAAAAAADKE/gzQO8mw5tLw/s400/DSC03657.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXBWa5arkKg/Tr7zFq7iAcI/AAAAAAAADKU/D1zBtXC5dpk/s1600/312540_2479162308224_1527520653_32659709_1080347396_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXBWa5arkKg/Tr7zFq7iAcI/AAAAAAAADKU/D1zBtXC5dpk/s400/312540_2479162308224_1527520653_32659709_1080347396_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-5403075265434633677?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5403075265434633677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=5403075265434633677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5403075265434633677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5403075265434633677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/10/helping-hands.html' title='Helping Hands'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01vlmkbJR3U/Tr7xz_B87SI/AAAAAAAADJc/0qgeXhXS4j0/s72-c/DSC03684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6747733387727902835</id><published>2011-09-18T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:48:00.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZwJGuxVT7I/TnzwP8Uo5bI/AAAAAAAADJQ/57_RH83diX0/s1600/DSC03499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZwJGuxVT7I/TnzwP8Uo5bI/AAAAAAAADJQ/57_RH83diX0/s400/DSC03499.JPG" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day early, we dropped off Carson to Nursery, and I never turned back. For the past few weeks the nursery leaders told me I could bring him in if I stayed the entire time to watch him, which was awesome since we were walking/running the halls for&amp;nbsp;both&amp;nbsp;block hours&amp;nbsp;anyway. He loves the toys, and enteracting/playing with the other kids.&amp;nbsp;He even towers over most of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than ready to say good-bye and sitting in Sunday School next to my husband, listening and participating has never felt better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6747733387727902835?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6747733387727902835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6747733387727902835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6747733387727902835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6747733387727902835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/09/nursery.html' title='Nursery.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZwJGuxVT7I/TnzwP8Uo5bI/AAAAAAAADJQ/57_RH83diX0/s72-c/DSC03499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7460411286403262168</id><published>2011-09-14T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:57:14.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mr. "low-key" didn't want a fuss for his [twenty-seventh] birthday. We had decorations, went to dinner and had&amp;nbsp;ice cream cake and presents anyway. Jordan's my better half and I can't wait to celebrate many more birthdays together with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HI-q3f9tDY/TnzyG-VDS6I/AAAAAAAADJY/Zk6_Ojg2Oik/s1600/IMG_4401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HI-q3f9tDY/TnzyG-VDS6I/AAAAAAAADJY/Zk6_Ojg2Oik/s400/IMG_4401.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He even lets Carson help blow out the candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7460411286403262168?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7460411286403262168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7460411286403262168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7460411286403262168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7460411286403262168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/09/birthday-treats.html' title='Birthday Treats'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HI-q3f9tDY/TnzyG-VDS6I/AAAAAAAADJY/Zk6_Ojg2Oik/s72-c/IMG_4401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3821398724555518985</id><published>2011-09-03T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:39:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Game Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That time has come. I will be husband-less every Thursday-Saturday for the next 4.5 months. Jordan is obsessed with College Football. No joke, we plan errands, lunch dinner and who knows what else around what time the BYU game starts. Today, it was 2pm. I thought perfect, we could go run some errands be back 1:30ish. Little did I know BYUtv now has a pre-game show. That meant we had to be home by 1 on the dot. I swear it's an addiction. And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one with a husband like this. Can I say I'm just really glad they won so I could go get my free meal at Cafe Rio with a happy husband :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-komVNuG3jI8/TmMXuUCn_TI/AAAAAAAADJM/EA_3mgT7o1k/s1600/DSC03483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-komVNuG3jI8/TmMXuUCn_TI/AAAAAAAADJM/EA_3mgT7o1k/s400/DSC03483.JPG" width="266" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We made a special game day breakfast with BYU hand towels and all... haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDptB7fTSHM/TmMXFTsCaII/AAAAAAAADJE/5c99H13vT4Y/s1600/DSC03491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDptB7fTSHM/TmMXFTsCaII/AAAAAAAADJE/5c99H13vT4Y/s320/DSC03491.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is how I entertained Carson after his nap while the other tv was being occupied by football. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2lY0NfGyww/TmMXRHPw74I/AAAAAAAADJI/uVj7xHQuzZI/s1600/DSC03494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2lY0NfGyww/TmMXRHPw74I/AAAAAAAADJI/uVj7xHQuzZI/s320/DSC03494.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes.&amp;nbsp;Carson was whinning for the game chair. So Jordan&amp;nbsp;turned on the xbox, set him up in the chair&amp;nbsp;with a paddle and took off upstairs to watch&amp;nbsp;some more football. I looked over and saw Carson actively&amp;nbsp;engaged&amp;nbsp;pushing&amp;nbsp;buttons. I'm am in serious trouble.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3821398724555518985?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3821398724555518985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3821398724555518985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3821398724555518985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3821398724555518985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/09/college-game-day.html' title='College Game Day!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-komVNuG3jI8/TmMXuUCn_TI/AAAAAAAADJM/EA_3mgT7o1k/s72-c/DSC03483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8002209125169588825</id><published>2011-09-02T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:39:39.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Change</title><content type='html'>I've officially given my notice. I'm really going to quit. It's somewhat a bittersweet feeling. Its been a back-and-forth battle for a while and definately something that&amp;nbsp;I've had to&amp;nbsp;ponder and pray&amp;nbsp;about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked at the law firm for 6+ years, most of my young adult life with the same attorneys and assistants. They were&amp;nbsp;really great role models and mentors to me. The&amp;nbsp;ladies became like second mom's&amp;nbsp;that taught and gave me countless&amp;nbsp;advice. They were there with me through my relationships, marriage and my first baby. It makes me sad to think we won't eat our lunch salads together in the summer and soup during the winter, or walk to McDonalds and complain about how much we'd wish there was something better within walking distance but always just seemed to go there anyway. We'd swap stories about our crazy and needy clients, I always had the best doing criminal defense. We'd scratch our heads about the ideas the three/foursome had for expanding. Overall, until the bitterend... I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to work there and be surrounded by such good people with the same values and morals I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firm has gone through multiple&amp;nbsp;changes the last long while. With each new direction, I&amp;nbsp;jumped in feet first and started treading water&amp;nbsp;as long&amp;nbsp;as I could. I have just made the decision I'm tired&amp;nbsp;of drowning. I'm not the first to jump ship, and with&amp;nbsp;every departure, the&amp;nbsp;writing just becomes more clear on the wall - it's not the place for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing was deciding what to do. Eventually I would love to stay home. Economically, it's just not the right time. So I could go to another law firm - make more money and&amp;nbsp;go back to full-time, but take a step back in my long term goal to stay home with Carson&amp;nbsp;or find something that would be more flexible. So, I've decided to substitute teach. The money isn't fabulous but the schedule is as&amp;nbsp;nice and flexible as it gets. I can work as much&amp;nbsp;or as little as I need each month to make ends meet and that to me is ideal. If I need to, it's there and if not, I won't.&amp;nbsp;I'm excited for the new schedule it will give me. I'm not so much an early riser so going into work at 11 was awesome but the longer commute and some late nights were starting to ware. With teaching, I can be home by late afternoon and actually for the first time in our marriage&amp;nbsp;prepare and cook dinner.&amp;nbsp;(I know that's hard for some to comprehend, Jenn actually cooking, but I'm really looking forward to it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little anxiety come next summer when subbing/working for three months is not an option but I found a new quote reading the Ensign this month that's really given me peace of mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...when we do what the Lord wants us to do first, everything else will fall neatly into place. - Elder Oaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8002209125169588825?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8002209125169588825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8002209125169588825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8002209125169588825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8002209125169588825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/09/career-change.html' title='Career Change'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1711701705743961353</id><published>2011-08-22T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:04:21.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HB 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We weren't sure if we were going to make it to the beach this year but the last minute, plans changed and we were headed for beach bliss. We stayed again at the Huntington by the Sea, and enjoyed lazy days at the beach,&amp;nbsp;morning/afternoon/evening&amp;nbsp;bike rides with Carson in tow, nights sitting in the jacuzzi, and&amp;nbsp;ventures to Disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOQoHFLRDck/TmMGQHj9KII/AAAAAAAADIU/O7n1fU00kz0/s1600/DSC03337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOQoHFLRDck/TmMGQHj9KII/AAAAAAAADIU/O7n1fU00kz0/s400/DSC03337.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Within the first hour we were there, Carson took a tumble down the metal stairs of the trailer. The door was open&amp;nbsp;with the screen door closed. Carson was pounding on the door wanting to go outside, when the screen popped open and&amp;nbsp;he went head first out the door. I screamed bloody murder and watched in slow motion as his feet flipped over his body and heared the thumping sounds of the stairs.&amp;nbsp;It was heartwrenching. I know it could have been must worse but&amp;nbsp;he just ended up with a nice shiner underneath his right eye. I should have taken a picture but I didn't have my camera near when the thought crossed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;just beginning to realize that taking (a) kid in my case, on vacation is a lot of work. Thank goodness the adult to kid ratio was 7:1 and Carson couldn't be more loved by all. I&amp;nbsp;really took advantage.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;was so good all week. I can't believe for the most part how even-keeled and easy-going he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFig_FGvxdo/TmMFT27vusI/AAAAAAAADH8/bjRfSRgUKJg/s1600/DSC03260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFig_FGvxdo/TmMFT27vusI/AAAAAAAADH8/bjRfSRgUKJg/s400/DSC03260.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carson loved playing in the sand. He would dig, fill up his bucket, dump out his bucket over and over ALL day long with Grandpa. He was not interested in the water one bit, wouldn't even go close - which made watching him pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNAo0JHPM48/TmMFbyOs7vI/AAAAAAAADIA/doDfiGI0fd8/s1600/DSC03263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNAo0JHPM48/TmMFbyOs7vI/AAAAAAAADIA/doDfiGI0fd8/s400/DSC03263.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jordan could play catch and throw a football with Sam for hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxVTqlr8iRs/TmMFvdqYzoI/AAAAAAAADIE/9WHNhT0dpa0/s1600/DSC03298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxVTqlr8iRs/TmMFvdqYzoI/AAAAAAAADIE/9WHNhT0dpa0/s400/DSC03298.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oa5GAFjY3g4/TmMF8VCIB_I/AAAAAAAADII/OuNORn4wJUE/s1600/DSC03306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oa5GAFjY3g4/TmMF8VCIB_I/AAAAAAAADII/OuNORn4wJUE/s400/DSC03306.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carson was absolutely in love with the bubble gun Aunt Trishy bought him. He laughed and laughed and cried when the bubbles were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VsuYxUzQ5o/TmMGFf9WiKI/AAAAAAAADIM/CxcrL0yFTqE/s1600/DSC03319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VsuYxUzQ5o/TmMGFf9WiKI/AAAAAAAADIM/CxcrL0yFTqE/s400/DSC03319.JPG" width="266px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jordan can tan really easy, and hardly gets burned. We all know how ghost white I can be. I was hoping Carson would get Jordan's great skin, but no such luck. He's cursed with my whiteness. I trained him for weeks before going to the beach with his hat. I would put it on him everyday and make him wear it. It took persistance, but it finally paid off because by the time we went to the beach he'd actually wear&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;for long periods of time&amp;nbsp;without immediately pulling it off. It ended up being a lifesaver to Carson's cute cheeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-BgdPVXW6k/TmMGb-vdRYI/AAAAAAAADIY/HSr4TlWi0PA/s1600/DSC03344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-BgdPVXW6k/TmMGb-vdRYI/AAAAAAAADIY/HSr4TlWi0PA/s400/DSC03344.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8UNMGUc5i4/TmMGqCYAV_I/AAAAAAAADIc/0nehk7VdKM4/s1600/DSC03356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8UNMGUc5i4/TmMGqCYAV_I/AAAAAAAADIc/0nehk7VdKM4/s400/DSC03356.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had intense paddle ball tournaments. We would play singles and doubles. I'm sure Terri was probably the ultimate champion for the week. She can be pretty competative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlqn6gbabyw/TmMG3zCPmLI/AAAAAAAADIg/ASc9R2uO18U/s1600/DSC03365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlqn6gbabyw/TmMG3zCPmLI/AAAAAAAADIg/ASc9R2uO18U/s400/DSC03365.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know how many times I can say I just love peeps magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjpH9khO-J4/TmMGLwMllFI/AAAAAAAADIQ/Bi58yDHBFzE/s1600/DSC03331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjpH9khO-J4/TmMGLwMllFI/AAAAAAAADIQ/Bi58yDHBFzE/s400/DSC03331.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Slowly, Aunt Trishy introduced Carson to the water and for a little while I think he loved it! It was cold! Too cold for me, but Carson didn't seem to mind one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ywzBqNfCJ0/TmMG979_rWI/AAAAAAAADIk/kKosLLKmYDQ/s1600/DSC03373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ywzBqNfCJ0/TmMG979_rWI/AAAAAAAADIk/kKosLLKmYDQ/s400/DSC03373.JPG" width="266px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d13Fgk0GNbk/TmMHHCMlfqI/AAAAAAAADIo/AVwF4pmfWjQ/s1600/DSC03384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d13Fgk0GNbk/TmMHHCMlfqI/AAAAAAAADIo/AVwF4pmfWjQ/s400/DSC03384.JPG" width="266px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuFxrr_cYNo/TmMHQ3paojI/AAAAAAAADIs/Aaxo7d7UCuw/s1600/DSC03387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuFxrr_cYNo/TmMHQ3paojI/AAAAAAAADIs/Aaxo7d7UCuw/s400/DSC03387.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnyQuiIH29s/TmMHZje0cCI/AAAAAAAADIw/ym9x069H--o/s1600/DSC03390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnyQuiIH29s/TmMHZje0cCI/AAAAAAAADIw/ym9x069H--o/s400/DSC03390.JPG" width="266px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE Carson's cheesy smile when he gets excited. He starts doing this happy dance that is the cutest thing to watch. One day I'm going to be quick enough to capture it on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucMhbGSWFoQ/TmMHro_mfcI/AAAAAAAADI4/-vU3-KKja6c/s1600/DSC03398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ucMhbGSWFoQ/TmMHro_mfcI/AAAAAAAADI4/-vU3-KKja6c/s400/DSC03398.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We hadn't even gotten to Disneyland on the last day and he was already exhausted. But I couldn't resist the sweetness of this picture - he's cuddling with his mickey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqVpXsLgIxg/TmMRMcn0VsI/AAAAAAAADI8/-KgojqRT_Nc/s1600/DSC03403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqVpXsLgIxg/TmMRMcn0VsI/AAAAAAAADI8/-KgojqRT_Nc/s400/DSC03403.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNYNXzZm68k/TmMRZ87lUaI/AAAAAAAADJA/oZMDZwPAZRE/s1600/DSC03408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNYNXzZm68k/TmMRZ87lUaI/AAAAAAAADJA/oZMDZwPAZRE/s400/DSC03408.JPG" width="266px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I thought for sure Carson would crash on the way home... not so much.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQteAIqeQyM/TmMHfyJwbJI/AAAAAAAADI0/YOJOfxQKlsk/s1600/DSC03394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQteAIqeQyM/TmMHfyJwbJI/AAAAAAAADI0/YOJOfxQKlsk/s400/DSC03394.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We enjoyed our vacation to the beach. It's&amp;nbsp;a tradition&amp;nbsp;Jordan looks forward to every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1711701705743961353?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1711701705743961353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1711701705743961353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1711701705743961353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1711701705743961353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/08/hb-2011.html' title='HB 2011'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOQoHFLRDck/TmMGQHj9KII/AAAAAAAADIU/O7n1fU00kz0/s72-c/DSC03337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1194914942126629171</id><published>2011-08-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:15:43.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I have these memories growing up of watching shark week every year with my dad. When Drew was little, he use to come over and watch it with us too. It turned into a silly little tradition, but I kind of like traditions and want my kids to enjoy those too. Even if they don't end up watching (like this year) it's just another excuse to spend time with their grandpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYvd4uAjXBc/TmKzcnq6ugI/AAAAAAAADHo/4vDxFl_TcuU/s1600/DSC03237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYvd4uAjXBc/TmKzcnq6ugI/AAAAAAAADHo/4vDxFl_TcuU/s400/DSC03237.JPG" width="266" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRUyK9vWshA/TmKzmNkkNsI/AAAAAAAADHs/pRZ88BFszUw/s1600/DSC03238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRUyK9vWshA/TmKzmNkkNsI/AAAAAAAADHs/pRZ88BFszUw/s400/DSC03238.JPG" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMFUCxkFl5g/TmKz3vRtKwI/AAAAAAAADHw/vXwg4a6WSN8/s1600/DSC03239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMFUCxkFl5g/TmKz3vRtKwI/AAAAAAAADHw/vXwg4a6WSN8/s400/DSC03239.JPG" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLIn4cA-iIQ/TmK0KBtV7bI/AAAAAAAADH4/LoPY0nyTK3Q/s1600/DSC03241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLIn4cA-iIQ/TmK0KBtV7bI/AAAAAAAADH4/LoPY0nyTK3Q/s400/DSC03241.JPG" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w1F8H0r9BA/TmK0BsnFEcI/AAAAAAAADH0/cTvRYgoguAk/s1600/DSC03240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w1F8H0r9BA/TmK0BsnFEcI/AAAAAAAADH0/cTvRYgoguAk/s400/DSC03240.JPG" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1194914942126629171?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1194914942126629171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1194914942126629171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1194914942126629171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1194914942126629171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/08/shark-week.html' title='Shark Week'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYvd4uAjXBc/TmKzcnq6ugI/AAAAAAAADHo/4vDxFl_TcuU/s72-c/DSC03237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-9096280167657312947</id><published>2011-08-05T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:31:21.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGr_6wsjmkc/TjwYBmeROyI/AAAAAAAADHU/EYtBwCu0zHc/s1600/DSC02550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGr_6wsjmkc/TjwYBmeROyI/AAAAAAAADHU/EYtBwCu0zHc/s400/DSC02550.JPG" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿I took this picture a couple months ago when Jordan and I decided we better start teaching Carson how to brush his teeth. Back then, he had maybe 4 on top and two on bottom or something like that. Since then, he's pretty much blossomed into a mouth full. I counted 15 this morning but he doesn't keep his mouth open very long, then he bites my finger, and that hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Teething for the most part has been easy-peezy with Carson. Sometimes, I didn't even notice a new tooth had popped through - Sad, I know.&amp;nbsp;Last&amp;nbsp;Thurs-Sun (with some help with TLC from the awesome&amp;nbsp;grandma's...) we endured a few days&amp;nbsp;of cutting one, two, three, FOUR teeth at once, two of them little molars! It was a lovely experience.&amp;nbsp;Fever. No eating. Whining... my not so favorite. And Clingy... this time my favorite&amp;nbsp;:) It kinda felt&amp;nbsp;good to be wanted (over Jordan). We lounged alot and watched mickey mouse episodes all weekend and by Sunday afternoon our energizer boy was back to himself running around non-stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-9096280167657312947?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/9096280167657312947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=9096280167657312947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9096280167657312947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9096280167657312947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/08/mouth-full.html' title='Mouth Full'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGr_6wsjmkc/TjwYBmeROyI/AAAAAAAADHU/EYtBwCu0zHc/s72-c/DSC02550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5698448186365236713</id><published>2011-08-05T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:12:40.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stocking Shelves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opOJkeNESXQ/TjwV1tnUR3I/AAAAAAAADHQ/C7RCYF97df8/s1600/1-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opOJkeNESXQ/TjwV1tnUR3I/AAAAAAAADHQ/C7RCYF97df8/s640/1-tile.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's never too early to give a kid a job right? Carson's new job.... stocking the fridge with water. It keeps him entertained while I'm putting away groceries, he loves it - I love it. Win, win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-5698448186365236713?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5698448186365236713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=5698448186365236713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5698448186365236713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5698448186365236713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/08/stocking-shelves.html' title='Stocking Shelves'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opOJkeNESXQ/TjwV1tnUR3I/AAAAAAAADHQ/C7RCYF97df8/s72-c/1-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8867649049558315053</id><published>2011-07-21T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:36:31.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North Stake YW High Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I survived our stake young women’s high adventure to Moab, UT. The stake decided they wanted to plan a trip especially for girls&amp;nbsp;14+,&amp;nbsp;in addition to girls camp this summer.&amp;nbsp;They figured since the girls&amp;nbsp;complain that the boys "always get to do fun stuff," they wanted to give them the same opportunity. Each had to complete some personal progress goals and have 80% seminary attendance to go. And&amp;nbsp;I was more than willing to skip&amp;nbsp;girls camp to&amp;nbsp;spend six days and five nights&amp;nbsp;with these cute girls that went from our ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvXO8ycsf2s/TiesEk1GaqI/AAAAAAAADD0/9IGORCO4fjs/s1600/DSC02802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvXO8ycsf2s/TiesEk1GaqI/AAAAAAAADD0/9IGORCO4fjs/s400/DSC02802.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Kylie, Becca, Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so lucky I got to go as our ward’s leader. It may or may not be a once in a lifetime opportunity - I would love to go back with my husband and kids one day to do some of these fun adventures with them, so we’ll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our schedule was jammed packed. We woke up early, went to bed late and were busy, busy in-between. I’m going to highlight our days, and add a few pictures along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I drove up a day early with the in-laws to set up camp at the Nordfelts cabin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent the morning preparing some camp-sites for the girls to spread out and set up the outdoor kitchen. By early afternoon, all the groups of girls started arriving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had dinner, and a devotional by Bishop Stewart and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went target shooting, on a walk to hunt dinosaur tracks, and a nature hike through the forest. That night we went on a hike through streams flowing from the Power Dam to waterfall ponds.&amp;nbsp;The Dam&amp;nbsp;was busy with tourists and scout groups, who quickly turned around when they saw the sea of girls headed for the waterfalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNii788TU0A/TietsUCrPUI/AAAAAAAADD4/jic4NqgoS_A/s400/DSC02824.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EasCXjEEVE/Tiet4RhqQdI/AAAAAAAADD8/EeFDhbW36Sc/s1600/DSC02828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EasCXjEEVE/Tiet4RhqQdI/AAAAAAAADD8/EeFDhbW36Sc/s400/DSC02828.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udG9TNouhcU/TieuF1sFUkI/AAAAAAAADEA/ZnJk2l1Mhu4/s1600/DSC02836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-udG9TNouhcU/TieuF1sFUkI/AAAAAAAADEA/ZnJk2l1Mhu4/s400/DSC02836.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3L9d8imC0s/TieucOcZIrI/AAAAAAAADEE/hgvFF6pq41g/s1600/DSC02847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3L9d8imC0s/TieucOcZIrI/AAAAAAAADEE/hgvFF6pq41g/s400/DSC02847.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Angela, with Jordan's cousin Nicole. They are both such sweethearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjgv-l0nkSQ/TieuoJlStEI/AAAAAAAADEI/HtvCtPimwmo/s1600/DSC02853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjgv-l0nkSQ/TieuoJlStEI/AAAAAAAADEI/HtvCtPimwmo/s400/DSC02853.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ye0oMydv8uk/Tieu0jPubtI/AAAAAAAADEM/Or_po63hNU8/s1600/DSC02872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ye0oMydv8uk/Tieu0jPubtI/AAAAAAAADEM/Or_po63hNU8/s400/DSC02872.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXWfqOtBHM4/TievACyNWAI/AAAAAAAADEQ/mNlv4oHSrvc/s1600/DSC02877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXWfqOtBHM4/TievACyNWAI/AAAAAAAADEQ/mNlv4oHSrvc/s400/DSC02877.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's a HUGE dinosaur footprint at their feet. It was so cool to&amp;nbsp;see their tracks everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0UC5su9CtQ/TievLgfTVlI/AAAAAAAADEU/VdoVKTGRXPg/s1600/DSC02879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0UC5su9CtQ/TievLgfTVlI/AAAAAAAADEU/VdoVKTGRXPg/s400/DSC02879.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went white water rafting 11 miles down the Colorado River, then the stake rented out the local Moab Rec Center so we could go swimming and the girls could shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUfZCpKFOGs/TievXE72zKI/AAAAAAAADEY/3cqGvvnSrPc/s400/DSC02880.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRbLtScm3aM/TievjHoJ1xI/AAAAAAAADEc/M8pQYZ1_E1E/s1600/DSC02888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRbLtScm3aM/TievjHoJ1xI/AAAAAAAADEc/M8pQYZ1_E1E/s400/DSC02888.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first 7 miles were awesome on the river. We pretty much rocked the river, had some ragging splash fights and flipped some other rafts in the process. It was so much fun and I think all the girls had a blast. Halfway through we stopped at this restaurant on the river and had a great buffet lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgbQJT7E8qY/TievwVqVPXI/AAAAAAAADEg/LDMVAy2yDS4/s1600/DSC02903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgbQJT7E8qY/TievwVqVPXI/AAAAAAAADEg/LDMVAy2yDS4/s400/DSC02903.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0RoQSex7GQ/TiewHcNavoI/AAAAAAAADEo/8u33fe2u42c/s1600/DSC02907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0RoQSex7GQ/TiewHcNavoI/AAAAAAAADEo/8u33fe2u42c/s400/DSC02907.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY6JjKeJkpM/TiexGY02hEI/AAAAAAAADEs/nkUzftkd4-c/s1600/DSC02908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uY6JjKeJkpM/TiexGY02hEI/AAAAAAAADEs/nkUzftkd4-c/s400/DSC02908.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last 4 miles of our rafting experience was more on the adventurous side. The winds picked up, the fun and games were over and it was strickly business. We rowed the entire way and endured some intense rapids until take-out beach. White water rafting was definately my favorite activity of the entire trip and I can't wait to do it again... and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWfV3Tx-QoQ/TiexSVd7--I/AAAAAAAADEw/XpoTA3GLsA8/s1600/DSC02913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWfV3Tx-QoQ/TiexSVd7--I/AAAAAAAADEw/XpoTA3GLsA8/s400/DSC02913.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We hiked 3 miles roundtrip to the Delicate Arch in the Arches National Park. This is the famous arch that’s on the Utah license plates. I was expecting it to be a strenuous hike, and it wasn’t easy but not as hard as I had imagined it to be. We hiked it like champs, and the view along the way was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6C5LOAtTsQ/TifFEFDX1NI/AAAAAAAADGU/y_rzgRNTVhk/s400/DSC02959.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaHkjGuFwSM/TifE4KK2rbI/AAAAAAAADGQ/AybQixHk1_o/s1600/DSC02956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaHkjGuFwSM/TifE4KK2rbI/AAAAAAAADGQ/AybQixHk1_o/s400/DSC02956.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch we hiked 3 miles roundtrip to Corona Arch. This arch sits just outside Arches National Park, and the stake had arranged for any of the girls and leaders who wanted to, the chance to repel. Now, I‘ve repelled before so I had imagined going-in that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I was ok, sorta, until we had to go on the backside of the arch and rock-climb straight up the 150+ feet. That part didn’t go so well... I cried. Hysterically. Maybe hyperventilated just a little. I did make it up the climb. Barely. But not without lots of tears. Tears that started before it was even my turn. Rest assure, I conquered the free fall repel, checked it off my bucket list and will only be a spectator if ever given the chance again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmouusj9GLE/TifFbPBbt9I/AAAAAAAADGc/pOkbagKMS2I/s400/DSC02961.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_y7aIwijW0g/TifFxs8B1WI/AAAAAAAADGk/Anld7AnTApQ/s400/DSC02975.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JiKkXj77r0M/TifGKvcPEXI/AAAAAAAADGs/WyORojbZnhU/s400/DSC02994.JPG" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_pgktaAymE/TifGYBYOUZI/AAAAAAAADGw/vMKhQRdRVyY/s400/DSC02999.JPG" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0QtX3zY0eM/TifGksqHE4I/AAAAAAAADG0/UACAPM4d4iU/s1600/DSC03004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0QtX3zY0eM/TifGksqHE4I/AAAAAAAADG0/UACAPM4d4iU/s400/DSC03004.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_Ukx4Qj3gM/TifF-RCY-RI/AAAAAAAADGo/eBAafFjMyS8/s1600/DSC02986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_Ukx4Qj3gM/TifF-RCY-RI/AAAAAAAADGo/eBAafFjMyS8/s400/DSC02986.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night the stake rented out the Moab Rec Center again for swimming and showers. The pool was so nice and relaxing after 6 miles of hiking in the hot tempatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JK8MV1AYYKg/TifESOyR9OI/AAAAAAAADGE/s_qhgrepNbw/s1600/DSC02943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JK8MV1AYYKg/TifESOyR9OI/AAAAAAAADGE/s_qhgrepNbw/s400/DSC02943.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPR5PY984go/TifEgN7rs7I/AAAAAAAADGI/gAgl0BWcxAI/s1600/DSC02944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPR5PY984go/TifEgN7rs7I/AAAAAAAADGI/gAgl0BWcxAI/s400/DSC02944.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAPWWgEbp0Q/TifErVBgLRI/AAAAAAAADGM/vryjVE60Jhc/s1600/DSC02952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAPWWgEbp0Q/TifErVBgLRI/AAAAAAAADGM/vryjVE60Jhc/s400/DSC02952.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWgoVv8_vxw/TifFmI5qT5I/AAAAAAAADGg/LVF-CoQHhMM/s1600/DSC02969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWgoVv8_vxw/TifFmI5qT5I/AAAAAAAADGg/LVF-CoQHhMM/s400/DSC02969.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the rosey cheek me. I am a white girl. I am one of two colors... white or red. No in-between. I have never, will probably never, and don't care (anymore) to ever tan. My cheeks were rosey red all week from just being outside. It's lovely. My freckles were in full bloom. But I was so delighted with myself. I applied sunblock like a mad woman and I didn't burn, not even a little. That's a record, considering I'm usually the one who's a lobster the first day at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dE_Z8tvY2v8/TifKKkgjejI/AAAAAAAADG4/ahqY9SJL3dI/s1600/DSC03073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dE_Z8tvY2v8/TifKKkgjejI/AAAAAAAADG4/ahqY9SJL3dI/s400/DSC03073.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the majority of our group "B", minus a few. We were all split up into groups to do&amp;nbsp;the activities and it was so fun to get to know the girls from Hidden Canyon and Mountain Shadows. We love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to church in the Castle Valley Branch. They normally have about 6-10 in attendance each week. So to have well over 100ish was quite the change for them. We provided the speakers, and priesthood for sacrament meeting and a lesson for young womens. It was a great meeting to set the tone for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That evening we had a great testimony meeting... and I’m grateful for the opportunity I had to go on this&amp;nbsp;amazing trip planned and experience hard things with the girls that I serve in young womens.&amp;nbsp;Many prayers were said during this trip, blessings were given and I felt first hand the peace and comfort from my Heavenly Father throughout the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was more than ready to come home. I missed Jordan. I missed Carson. Being away from them was hard. I didn't really sleep, and I'm pretty sure I was the first one up and ready to go for the day. Jordan was awesome. He managed being&amp;nbsp;a single working dad for a week. I feel so lucky to have a husband who&amp;nbsp;supports me in my calling, when missing work, and being away from home&amp;nbsp;was definately a sacrifice for us&amp;nbsp;- he is always more than willing to step up and take on the extra and that's one of the many reasons why&amp;nbsp;I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8867649049558315053?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8867649049558315053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8867649049558315053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8867649049558315053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8867649049558315053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/07/north-stake-yw-high-adventure.html' title='North Stake YW High Adventure'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvXO8ycsf2s/TiesEk1GaqI/AAAAAAAADD0/9IGORCO4fjs/s72-c/DSC02802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4779914180208077268</id><published>2011-07-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:17:17.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jordan and I took a quick trip to Salt Lake for his cousin Kendra's wedding. And when I mean quick, the airport parking receipt said we were gone a total of 15 hours and 9 minutes... which made for a long day. But we had a great time, and I'm glad we got to be there with her and the rest of his extended family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRiuuexEG6E/ThCodyIl09I/AAAAAAAADDU/5FN604S1XnA/s1600/DSC02722-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRiuuexEG6E/ThCodyIl09I/AAAAAAAADDU/5FN604S1XnA/s400/DSC02722-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love Kendra, she's so funny.... I wasn't quick enough to get a "coming out" picture, but this one just makes me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2P2DAWVrd8Y/ThCxVBGpcOI/AAAAAAAADDo/z6M99fBkCbo/s1600/267372_2215690670097_1182497512_32761858_3124212_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2P2DAWVrd8Y/ThCxVBGpcOI/AAAAAAAADDo/z6M99fBkCbo/s400/267372_2215690670097_1182497512_32761858_3124212_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kendra was so giddy and had a smile from ear-to-ear all day, while Brach wasn't so keen&amp;nbsp;on all the attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PoEEcNJ-mbk/ThCobHBuM7I/AAAAAAAADDQ/6-R8t5LQUnw/s1600/DSC02720-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PoEEcNJ-mbk/ThCobHBuM7I/AAAAAAAADDQ/6-R8t5LQUnw/s400/DSC02720-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've never been inside the Salt Lake Temple, and the sealing was perfect. I would love to go back one day and do an actual session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8mQxFCXGHUM/ThCo9uH80_I/AAAAAAAADDc/5SQ1jvRe3dQ/s1600/DSC02725-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8mQxFCXGHUM/ThCo9uH80_I/AAAAAAAADDc/5SQ1jvRe3dQ/s400/DSC02725-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM25P3OO6Ws/ThCpVdwMY_I/AAAAAAAADDg/vSQOtKvUMwY/s1600/DSC02726-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM25P3OO6Ws/ThCpVdwMY_I/AAAAAAAADDg/vSQOtKvUMwY/s400/DSC02726-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Out of nowhere it started to downpour. I guess when the weather says 30% rainshowers, they mean business. Luckily, it wasn't very long and we took cover in the bride/groom exit, then in the Jospeh Smith Memorial Building until the luncheon began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dYr9bOOgnM/ThCprnycpsI/AAAAAAAADDk/UkSjMDRBXFA/s1600/DSC02728-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dYr9bOOgnM/ThCprnycpsI/AAAAAAAADDk/UkSjMDRBXFA/s400/DSC02728-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We found out some random trivia about SLC temple weddings from the temple patrons and the &lt;a href="http://paramountphotography.blogspot.com/2011/06/kendra-brach.html"&gt;photographer&lt;/a&gt;. During the summer months they have on average 140 weddings &lt;strong&gt;a day&lt;/strong&gt;. That's insane. No wonder people get married on days other than Fri, and Sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtRIlE2jp80/ThCoiayF_jI/AAAAAAAADDY/swQOoKKo-NQ/s1600/DSC02723-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtRIlE2jp80/ThCoiayF_jI/AAAAAAAADDY/swQOoKKo-NQ/s400/DSC02723-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Janell and Kendra have such a special bond. Seeing them together reminded me of the special relationship I have with my mom and especially on my own wedding day. I don't know what I would have done without her. Mom's do so much for the brides&amp;nbsp;- they just want the day to be perfect for their little girls. And Janell was no exception, she went above and beyond with all the little details. The backyard garden reception was beautiful and I wish we could have stayed longer to enjoy the amazing surrounding.&amp;nbsp;But even better about flying up and back&amp;nbsp;was knowing we didn't have to make the 7 hour drive home&amp;nbsp;from Grantsville when the reception was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4779914180208077268?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4779914180208077268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4779914180208077268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4779914180208077268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4779914180208077268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/07/utah-bound.html' title='Utah Bound'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRiuuexEG6E/ThCodyIl09I/AAAAAAAADDU/5FN604S1XnA/s72-c/DSC02722-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-576036433829879880</id><published>2011-07-03T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:16:06.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Aunt Bekah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NSleI0uN8w/ThChDiLB5xI/AAAAAAAADDI/jKbp7bfeZcc/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NSleI0uN8w/ThChDiLB5xI/AAAAAAAADDI/jKbp7bfeZcc/s400/shoes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got your package in the mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for the&amp;nbsp;awesome new&amp;nbsp;kicks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I can run away from my mom even faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbKupRdAEok/ThCjVhxAVSI/AAAAAAAADDM/gv9Dln_ZWVs/s1600/DSC02783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbKupRdAEok/ThCjVhxAVSI/AAAAAAAADDM/gv9Dln_ZWVs/s400/DSC02783.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Come back and visit me soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Carson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-576036433829879880?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/576036433829879880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=576036433829879880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/576036433829879880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/576036433829879880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/07/mail.html' title='MAIL!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NSleI0uN8w/ThChDiLB5xI/AAAAAAAADDI/jKbp7bfeZcc/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2005604183058216334</id><published>2011-07-03T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:00:25.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday treat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYvqZePOKNI/ThCezotKXII/AAAAAAAADC8/Cr1vdnUyipo/s1600/DSC02676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYvqZePOKNI/ThCezotKXII/AAAAAAAADC8/Cr1vdnUyipo/s400/DSC02676.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jordan is obsessed with slurpees. He has his typical Saturday errands that always involve stopping for a slurpee to go along with is subway and funyons :) One Saturday, Carson lucked out and got his own. Boy, did he think he was hot stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyHDZAbw3Yc/ThCfseOpnqI/AAAAAAAADDE/hc1B2MZNjrE/s1600/DSC02679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LyHDZAbw3Yc/ThCfseOpnqI/AAAAAAAADDE/hc1B2MZNjrE/s400/DSC02679.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDN-SGVaBFk/ThCfLVv4F4I/AAAAAAAADDA/cUp0yp1tlEQ/s1600/DSC02680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDN-SGVaBFk/ThCfLVv4F4I/AAAAAAAADDA/cUp0yp1tlEQ/s400/DSC02680.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2005604183058216334?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2005604183058216334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2005604183058216334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2005604183058216334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2005604183058216334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-treat.html' title='Saturday treat.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYvqZePOKNI/ThCezotKXII/AAAAAAAADC8/Cr1vdnUyipo/s72-c/DSC02676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1517068969380883905</id><published>2011-07-03T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:46:48.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Helper</title><content type='html'>Carson is in big boy mode. He wants to "help" with everything. I get sad and excited that&amp;nbsp;he's growing. I love that he's starting to be a tad-bit more independant. It sure helps me out not&amp;nbsp;having to carry him everywhere, but some nights when I'm rocking&amp;nbsp;him before bed I think, "where did all the time go -- you use to be so small, I could fit your whole body in my arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRZnTIV0vPE/ThCXLVz-BXI/AAAAAAAADCs/75pA1kjhhzE/s1600/DSC02687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRZnTIV0vPE/ThCXLVz-BXI/AAAAAAAADCs/75pA1kjhhzE/s400/DSC02687.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRd96vl7mCM/ThCWUEjH2XI/AAAAAAAADCc/BzVlV2KItNk/s1600/DSC02688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRd96vl7mCM/ThCWUEjH2XI/AAAAAAAADCc/BzVlV2KItNk/s400/DSC02688.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dchFHApBdVA/ThCWm9jGDPI/AAAAAAAADCg/KK8Mf8tsJlw/s1600/DSC02690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dchFHApBdVA/ThCWm9jGDPI/AAAAAAAADCg/KK8Mf8tsJlw/s400/DSC02690.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBanTNn5_mo/ThCWzor0dPI/AAAAAAAADCk/myaf6fClARU/s1600/DSC02691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBanTNn5_mo/ThCWzor0dPI/AAAAAAAADCk/myaf6fClARU/s400/DSC02691.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loved helping me create quite the mess for Father's day breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdDacREwhEg/ThCW_l_crbI/AAAAAAAADCo/bXhEbTO_fKg/s1600/DSC02696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdDacREwhEg/ThCW_l_crbI/AAAAAAAADCo/bXhEbTO_fKg/s400/DSC02696.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He likes helping daddy take out the trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR4yZU6iA4/ThCXWikt3LI/AAAAAAAADCw/YejbGnOESuA/s1600/DSC02765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcR4yZU6iA4/ThCXWikt3LI/AAAAAAAADCw/YejbGnOESuA/s400/DSC02765.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it was the least he could do to help mommy sweep the floor of all the food he throws on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1517068969380883905?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1517068969380883905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1517068969380883905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1517068969380883905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1517068969380883905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-boy-helper.html' title='Big Boy Helper'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRZnTIV0vPE/ThCXLVz-BXI/AAAAAAAADCs/75pA1kjhhzE/s72-c/DSC02687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2654120835161799054</id><published>2011-06-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:31:38.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-teP4VCRSQlc/TfKn6JDPzOI/AAAAAAAADCA/u29ZpKkfEZw/s1600/DSC02646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-teP4VCRSQlc/TfKn6JDPzOI/AAAAAAAADCA/u29ZpKkfEZw/s400/DSC02646.JPG" t8="true" width="265px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carson is growing like a weed. It's hard to believe he's not my baby anymore but now a little boy that walks along side me and insists on doing things himself. A few things he's doing/learning these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves the water, and always wants to go swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves to help out, with anything: holding the hose, opening and shutting the fridge, the microwave, pushing the garage door opener, loading the dryer (and taking clothes out). It's amazing how he's like a little sponge soaking up every little thing we do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he insists on watching mickeymouse clubhouse every morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he empties his crib of all his blankets, mickey doll, pillow and takes apart his spinwheel thingy in the mornings when we don't come get him right away. Typically Carson sleeps until 8 or 8:30, well now we've been noticing that he's waking up earlier than that and destroying his crib setup waiting until he hears us in the hall :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he insists on drinking big people drinks with straws rather than from his sippy cup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves climbing up the stairs but will only come down if we help him turn around to slide on his stomach - for some reason he will not sit on his bum and roll over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves remotes and changing the channels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves being outside, at all times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves playing nice with the dogs: koko, copper, and kruger (none of which our ours - for good reason ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I just can't believe he is coming up on 15 months. Here are a few pictures of him on his favorite four-wheeler. He'll jump on ride it all over in the street in front of our house and then drive it into the garage and park it exactly where it goes and jumps off. It really is the cutest thing! Now, if I could just get him to look at me while I'm trying to take a picture?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIIv5-kWofY/TfKoB7-ORZI/AAAAAAAADCE/V6WRAc9NkV4/s1600/DSC02675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIIv5-kWofY/TfKoB7-ORZI/AAAAAAAADCE/V6WRAc9NkV4/s400/DSC02675.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfWmU7Fwubo/TfKoIo6FAPI/AAAAAAAADCI/FnYsndIGcvs/s1600/DSC02670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfWmU7Fwubo/TfKoIo6FAPI/AAAAAAAADCI/FnYsndIGcvs/s400/DSC02670.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPHERQJNaMQ/TfKoMnYd3UI/AAAAAAAADCM/jQ5IZR7LjkM/s1600/DSC02665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPHERQJNaMQ/TfKoMnYd3UI/AAAAAAAADCM/jQ5IZR7LjkM/s400/DSC02665.JPG" t8="true" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3imxnGWyQls/TfKoT1mAACI/AAAAAAAADCQ/OrZlu8uqFVU/s1600/DSC02657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3imxnGWyQls/TfKoT1mAACI/AAAAAAAADCQ/OrZlu8uqFVU/s400/DSC02657.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2654120835161799054?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2654120835161799054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2654120835161799054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2654120835161799054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2654120835161799054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/06/carson-update.html' title='Carson update.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-teP4VCRSQlc/TfKn6JDPzOI/AAAAAAAADCA/u29ZpKkfEZw/s72-c/DSC02646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1147056585330830473</id><published>2011-05-27T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:05:38.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is he going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFKA6Q9WMnY/TePzY79eB1I/AAAAAAAADAI/dkWHgKERO7Y/s1600/230095_10150265245281900_731226899_9314022_3963907_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFKA6Q9WMnY/TePzY79eB1I/AAAAAAAADAI/dkWHgKERO7Y/s400/230095_10150265245281900_731226899_9314022_3963907_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A nice little perk of having your dad as stake president, means he gets some nice emails that say "hey, your mission call is on it's way." On the downside, knowing a week in advance makes waiting until Thursday seem to crawl by at a snails pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But, it did come... the white envelope came!! And we were all so nervous for Sam. I think he is one of the few 19 year olds I know that prayed to stay stateside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And his wish was GRANTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDaY1DdHluE/TePy7-psJRI/AAAAAAAADAE/4LdJPLaMS6E/s1600/250818_10150265245326900_731226899_9314023_7956830_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDaY1DdHluE/TePy7-psJRI/AAAAAAAADAE/4LdJPLaMS6E/s400/250818_10150265245326900_731226899_9314023_7956830_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sam will be serving in the Spokane, Washington Mission leaving for the Provo MTC on September 14th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1147056585330830473?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1147056585330830473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1147056585330830473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1147056585330830473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1147056585330830473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-is-he-going.html' title='Where is he going?'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vFKA6Q9WMnY/TePzY79eB1I/AAAAAAAADAI/dkWHgKERO7Y/s72-c/230095_10150265245281900_731226899_9314022_3963907_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7918191775696682464</id><published>2011-05-25T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:04:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>Jordan and I decided that we wanted to take full advantage of our annual passes; so we planned a vacation for&amp;nbsp;our little family...that turned into the whole family, which is always a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDSFfDbva0o/TeQbCsERY-I/AAAAAAAADAU/ikWyeoaW1Qg/s1600/100_2616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDSFfDbva0o/TeQbCsERY-I/AAAAAAAADAU/ikWyeoaW1Qg/s400/100_2616.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we spent the day at Disneyland. First on the agenda was to meet Mickey! Carson loves M-I-C-K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E. It was quite funny, the majority of the kids cried in line scared at the sight of him.&amp;nbsp; Carson cried when we had to leave him. He was so mesmerized. It was the cutest thing. Pete, Terri and Sam joined us shortly after and we spent the afternoon riding rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dha7WVjOBQg/TeQa9dVqNQI/AAAAAAAADAQ/-FEvXhn_KlQ/s1600/100_2610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dha7WVjOBQg/TeQa9dVqNQI/AAAAAAAADAQ/-FEvXhn_KlQ/s400/100_2610.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWeBC8vMhGU/TeQbX_RW1XI/AAAAAAAADAc/0D_kSN5K6lA/s1600/100_2621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWeBC8vMhGU/TeQbX_RW1XI/AAAAAAAADAc/0D_kSN5K6lA/s400/100_2621.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sltlPJlNf9c/TeQbS3wIduI/AAAAAAAADAY/UEJYva2AXK8/s1600/100_2619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sltlPJlNf9c/TeQbS3wIduI/AAAAAAAADAY/UEJYva2AXK8/s400/100_2619.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzcnrtJl3WM/TeQcO1ulh_I/AAAAAAAADA8/kPB_3Y7j0Rk/s1600/100_2622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzcnrtJl3WM/TeQcO1ulh_I/AAAAAAAADA8/kPB_3Y7j0Rk/s400/100_2622.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cY98WXxYAg/TeQegI4lqBI/AAAAAAAADBs/cP6gE25a_-M/s1600/100_2625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cY98WXxYAg/TeQegI4lqBI/AAAAAAAADBs/cP6gE25a_-M/s400/100_2625.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dear Grandma Marx, I loved playing the piano. In Mickey's house they had one the perfect size for me and I cried when my turn was over.&amp;nbsp;Love, Carson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmV5KV1GUog/TeQcRhtdhjI/AAAAAAAADBA/R8jAjQNAV70/s1600/100_2617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmV5KV1GUog/TeQcRhtdhjI/AAAAAAAADBA/R8jAjQNAV70/s400/100_2617.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we took Carson to the beach for the first time. He enjoyed the freedom to rom wherever he pleased; to&amp;nbsp;pick up, throw, dig and even eat, yes&amp;nbsp;eat,&amp;nbsp;the sand; and it took some warming up too but he enjoyed playing chicken with the waves - running in and away from the tide. After some fun in the sun, we went shopping down main street. I love people watching in Huntington Beach, it seriously provided for great entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUldzF8_v-E/TeQb9DUawnI/AAAAAAAADAo/jMESlNcN16U/s400/225199_10150265246086900_731226899_9314042_7885665_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMpn2j-Xww8/TeQcBi5-N3I/AAAAAAAADAw/TYtCVkiE14w/s1600/227260_10150265246241900_731226899_9314046_1306719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMpn2j-Xww8/TeQcBi5-N3I/AAAAAAAADAw/TYtCVkiE14w/s400/227260_10150265246241900_731226899_9314046_1306719_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MI7WLtLvnso/TeQcCYha-vI/AAAAAAAADA0/X8VqbXaCRHM/s1600/229299_10150265246271900_731226899_9314047_3742244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MI7WLtLvnso/TeQcCYha-vI/AAAAAAAADA0/X8VqbXaCRHM/s400/229299_10150265246271900_731226899_9314047_3742244_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpc4BufMSYg/TeQb_2zPblI/AAAAAAAADAs/axl26n6os9E/s1600/225840_10150265245701900_731226899_9314032_1732707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tpc4BufMSYg/TeQb_2zPblI/AAAAAAAADAs/axl26n6os9E/s400/225840_10150265245701900_731226899_9314032_1732707_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I love this picture of Terri. She is definitely in her element sitting on her favorite beach enjoying the nice breeze off the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3x0AbeMIzFI/TeQbkiYEhdI/AAAAAAAADAk/g3AxBUipXz4/s1600/100_2638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3x0AbeMIzFI/TeQbkiYEhdI/AAAAAAAADAk/g3AxBUipXz4/s400/100_2638.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb_KGcbNtYA/TeQcDEBU77I/AAAAAAAADA4/r-J4oZQLhNY/s1600/229479_10150265245921900_731226899_9314038_1439283_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb_KGcbNtYA/TeQcDEBU77I/AAAAAAAADA4/r-J4oZQLhNY/s400/229479_10150265245921900_731226899_9314038_1439283_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FSeVfZUArw/TeQdKHYrYeI/AAAAAAAADBg/AYOXXf0os2I/s1600/100_2628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FSeVfZUArw/TeQdKHYrYeI/AAAAAAAADBg/AYOXXf0os2I/s400/100_2628.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Let's just say some of the tides were about to gobble our little Carson up in one gulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9VeyttepNw/TeQbbNoFSDI/AAAAAAAADAg/Os6FOKM63wg/s1600/100_2637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9VeyttepNw/TeQbbNoFSDI/AAAAAAAADAg/Os6FOKM63wg/s400/100_2637.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to the Angels v. Braves game. Jordan loves the Braves, and the Angels. So when they play each other -- we just root for whoevers winning. We like to be neutral like that. The game went into extra innings, like 12 for a total of five hours. I was afraid Carson would be a handful after that long&amp;nbsp;but surprisingly he did well. It did help that we had the whole family&amp;nbsp;[well, I should insert Sam's name here, since Carson has this love-connection to him like no-other] to pitch in and take turns entertaining and Grandpa giving him unlimited supply of Coke ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfhulN6owGo/TeQiBqaYzGI/AAAAAAAADBw/OK1HjMHUp3k/s1600/100_2647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfhulN6owGo/TeQiBqaYzGI/AAAAAAAADBw/OK1HjMHUp3k/s400/100_2647.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pl55HKTtyyM/TeQc4GH1BEI/AAAAAAAADBM/NreLBthrQHc/s1600/100_2648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pl55HKTtyyM/TeQc4GH1BEI/AAAAAAAADBM/NreLBthrQHc/s400/100_2648.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocpc0gHV_JQ/TeQcs2i_lOI/AAAAAAAADBE/2a3F4ZFXov0/s1600/100_2646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocpc0gHV_JQ/TeQcs2i_lOI/AAAAAAAADBE/2a3F4ZFXov0/s400/100_2646.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday we were back at Disneyland, it was crowded and the lines were long.. but we still managed to have fun. It really is funner going to Disneyland with kids. Carson is starting to recognize characters and have personality on the rides. He makes it&amp;nbsp;so much funner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8ZCSMidZ0E/TeQdEIN-SHI/AAAAAAAADBQ/0tYGyOHzvGQ/s1600/230415_10150265246461900_731226899_9314052_785770_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8ZCSMidZ0E/TeQdEIN-SHI/AAAAAAAADBQ/0tYGyOHzvGQ/s400/230415_10150265246461900_731226899_9314052_785770_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lV2cxjEgHkI/TeQdGXkBELI/AAAAAAAADBc/8zwwGquyryI/s1600/228791_10150265246996900_731226899_9314066_7679810_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lV2cxjEgHkI/TeQdGXkBELI/AAAAAAAADBc/8zwwGquyryI/s400/228791_10150265246996900_731226899_9314066_7679810_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Futu7WyY6d4/TeQdE1KUu7I/AAAAAAAADBU/Rn0louRMTng/s1600/230671_10150265247196900_731226899_9314070_387509_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Futu7WyY6d4/TeQdE1KUu7I/AAAAAAAADBU/Rn0louRMTng/s400/230671_10150265247196900_731226899_9314070_387509_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7918191775696682464?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7918191775696682464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7918191775696682464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7918191775696682464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7918191775696682464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDSFfDbva0o/TeQbCsERY-I/AAAAAAAADAU/ikWyeoaW1Qg/s72-c/100_2616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7814278981795054033</id><published>2011-05-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:41:02.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Summer Sunshine</title><content type='html'>The weather is a little indecisive these days. One week it's in the 90's, the next is like a wind storm, followed by cold, and now rain today. Rain? and Cold? in the middle of May? I would really like to swim sometime in the near future, sunshine please come. I don't mind the heat. My body is immune to it since I've never known living in any other climate not&amp;nbsp;100+ degrees. I welcome the summer months, sunscreen, and swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson wouldn't mind not having to play in the hose either. He wants the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUNMvqTLoAE/TdS6g8WXSkI/AAAAAAAAC_g/9Nk7rRavYrw/s1600/100_2564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUNMvqTLoAE/TdS6g8WXSkI/AAAAAAAAC_g/9Nk7rRavYrw/s400/100_2564.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdqDEDvOhYM/TdS6qcwwVyI/AAAAAAAAC_k/AcAMVrvjFeE/s1600/100_2568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdqDEDvOhYM/TdS6qcwwVyI/AAAAAAAAC_k/AcAMVrvjFeE/s400/100_2568.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZjqVnHlTvY/TdS6zpd3zeI/AAAAAAAAC_o/aQXX-ukmU_o/s1600/100_2569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZjqVnHlTvY/TdS6zpd3zeI/AAAAAAAAC_o/aQXX-ukmU_o/s400/100_2569.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbppM0B4ZNc/TdS68YVHkyI/AAAAAAAAC_s/5kC7XMX_hFg/s1600/100_2570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wbppM0B4ZNc/TdS68YVHkyI/AAAAAAAAC_s/5kC7XMX_hFg/s400/100_2570.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-mdvJ1PQEM/TdS7DpeZsdI/AAAAAAAAC_w/yxfZKGn4u2I/s1600/100_2571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-mdvJ1PQEM/TdS7DpeZsdI/AAAAAAAAC_w/yxfZKGn4u2I/s400/100_2571.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7814278981795054033?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7814278981795054033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7814278981795054033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7814278981795054033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7814278981795054033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting-on-summer-sunshine.html' title='Waiting on Summer Sunshine'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PUNMvqTLoAE/TdS6g8WXSkI/AAAAAAAAC_g/9Nk7rRavYrw/s72-c/100_2564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2664596120082213377</id><published>2011-05-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:25:11.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Esquire.</title><content type='html'>We made a quick trip to San Diego to help my brother Brad celebrate graduating from law school. We're so proud of his hardwork, and Kara's awesome support. Way to go you two!! He'll spend the next two months in hibernation until the bar exam and then&amp;nbsp;I'm sure exciting things are in store for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnS0M5xT3QQ/TdSuGTo_mII/AAAAAAAAC_c/t2OY4he9a4M/s1600/DSCN4842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnS0M5xT3QQ/TdSuGTo_mII/AAAAAAAAC_c/t2OY4he9a4M/s400/DSCN4842.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got to spend&amp;nbsp;some time with my sister Bekah, who flew in from Boston. We took her out to dinner, and me being the space cadet that I am suggested Outback, forgetting she's a vegetarian. Good thing they had fish. She spilled her beans about her exciting east coast&amp;nbsp;life, work and new (boy) friend. She's doing well and happy, and that's all that matters&amp;nbsp;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While waiting for Outback, they had this oversized chess board and pieces outside. Carson was all over that... the chess pieces were as big as he was and he enjoyed picking them up and launching them at other&amp;nbsp;kids that tried to envade his personal playground. He's tall and a little bigger for his age... many bystanders couldn't believe he could actually pick them up, let alone&amp;nbsp;throw them three feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUTVM0CqHXE/TdStzwY4tYI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/eAfFPygT-vU/s400/IMAG0105.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2664596120082213377?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2664596120082213377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2664596120082213377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2664596120082213377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2664596120082213377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-esquire.html' title='Mr. Esquire.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnS0M5xT3QQ/TdSuGTo_mII/AAAAAAAAC_c/t2OY4he9a4M/s72-c/DSCN4842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5119594691394000313</id><published>2011-05-08T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:49:04.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcAleTVzmmo/TdS80ntfOwI/AAAAAAAAC_4/4jb3DNBnx0o/s1600/100_2587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcAleTVzmmo/TdS80ntfOwI/AAAAAAAAC_4/4jb3DNBnx0o/s400/100_2587.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I enjoyed the day with the handsome little boy that made me a mother. I feel so grateful for the opportunity I have been given to be a mom to him. I sit back in amazement and can't believe I'm actually a mom, it's seems so surreal sometimes. I&amp;nbsp;hear the&amp;nbsp;words from teenage&amp;nbsp;young women all the time about their&amp;nbsp;desire to "be a [sahm] mom when they grow up..." and quite frankly at that age, I didn't really have the burning desire to ever have kids. I even remember having a conversation with Jordan when we were dating about how I didn't really think I would have kids, and if I did, maybe only one or two (at the most!). I'm pretty sure it was my interaction with other people's kids that always turned me off to the idea. I'm just glad that Jordan didn't really take me seriously and knew that actually being married would change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe the love and overwhelming gratitude I&amp;nbsp;have for Heavenly Father for allowing me to care for and help guide Carson's sweet spirit. He is such a calm, happy and playful toddler.&amp;nbsp;Heavenly&amp;nbsp;Father&amp;nbsp;must have known that my first needed to have Jordan's calm and patient personality or&amp;nbsp;he might have been my one and only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-5119594691394000313?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5119594691394000313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=5119594691394000313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5119594691394000313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5119594691394000313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcAleTVzmmo/TdS80ntfOwI/AAAAAAAAC_4/4jb3DNBnx0o/s72-c/100_2587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3784251863946904776</id><published>2011-04-23T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:08:34.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jordan and I spent Easter weekend at the Shields cabin. I had to read this book for one of my classes and write a subsequent paper. Surprisingly, I read the book - cover to cover, but the paper has yet to be written. I guess I should have brought my laptop so both could have been accomplished. I'm such a procrastinator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Carson was pretty much&amp;nbsp;the center of attention - which he loves, and secretly I love (for the break) so it's a win-win.&amp;nbsp;The oops for the trip was my packing ability... and not even thinking to&amp;nbsp;pack the little man any pants for the weekend. I must have&amp;nbsp;just figured he would play inside the whole time because it was a little too chilly outside for him. I should have known better. He wanted to be where the boys were, riding four wheelers, watching while running up and down the balcony. What’s a mom to do... I bundled him with what I had and off he went, riding with Jordan and Sam, and watching with Grandpa. He survived, but looked so goofy with his socks and sandals matched with cargo shorts. I couldn't help but laugh at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jordan was so excited to take Carson out on a mini-four wheeler ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dF9cNte5Gk/Tb2pFtxV9PI/AAAAAAAAC9c/CrED3LqiiaY/s1600/100_2434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dF9cNte5Gk/Tb2pFtxV9PI/AAAAAAAAC9c/CrED3LqiiaY/s400/100_2434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3AjANkIenE/Tb2pUXEOqdI/AAAAAAAAC9k/yvqi5OpUCOM/s1600/100_2461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3AjANkIenE/Tb2pUXEOqdI/AAAAAAAAC9k/yvqi5OpUCOM/s400/100_2461.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He loved&amp;nbsp;watching from the balcony as all the boys&amp;nbsp;drove by. He kept pointing with wide eyes and his high pitched 'eh', 'eh' noises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_sjh_5kRD8/TdTDxhVlLKI/AAAAAAAAC_8/xDx4jGqFAeM/s1600/100_2458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_sjh_5kRD8/TdTDxhVlLKI/AAAAAAAAC_8/xDx4jGqFAeM/s400/100_2458.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It snowed/hailed/rained randomly while we were there. One minute it would be nice and sunny out, and the next, the sky would be dark and a downpour would start. The weather couldn't make up it's mind. Haylee insisted on doing a rain &amp;amp; snow dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSbjvAM-okk/Tb2pZpSOhkI/AAAAAAAAC9o/02laY4Pd8xQ/s1600/100_2464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSbjvAM-okk/Tb2pZpSOhkI/AAAAAAAAC9o/02laY4Pd8xQ/s400/100_2464.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOLzoG35yEg/Tb2pqv1UUFI/AAAAAAAAC90/i339b1I028w/s1600/100_2471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOLzoG35yEg/Tb2pqv1UUFI/AAAAAAAAC90/i339b1I028w/s400/100_2471.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-27rmN-szc/Tb2puNfjdLI/AAAAAAAAC94/aivw4rDLv3U/s1600/100_2476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-27rmN-szc/Tb2puNfjdLI/AAAAAAAAC94/aivw4rDLv3U/s400/100_2476.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm0Ca3gAPnY/Tb2p1Fn9haI/AAAAAAAAC98/gzpu3ivGrcU/s1600/100_2478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm0Ca3gAPnY/Tb2p1Fn9haI/AAAAAAAAC98/gzpu3ivGrcU/s400/100_2478.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAa3ARCzjCY/Tb2p5zyaAiI/AAAAAAAAC-A/kdnQu7ngTwU/s1600/100_2480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAa3ARCzjCY/Tb2p5zyaAiI/AAAAAAAAC-A/kdnQu7ngTwU/s400/100_2480.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There's something about the cabin that makes us dance, like crazy dance. We all hear the most obnoxious hit songs from the teenagers iPods and dance the day and night away. I thoroughly enjoy all the mini-dance sessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shields Annual Easter Egg Hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Easter bunny found Carson at the cabin and left him a few fun things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tTFckkj15U/Tb2p-Pi5qwI/AAAAAAAAC-E/eSt6Ey4V-FE/s1600/100_2481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tTFckkj15U/Tb2p-Pi5qwI/AAAAAAAAC-E/eSt6Ey4V-FE/s400/100_2481.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5QCiFY_-I0/Tb2qDNUWkMI/AAAAAAAAC-I/G2WYpaHIYVk/s1600/100_2487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X5QCiFY_-I0/Tb2qDNUWkMI/AAAAAAAAC-I/G2WYpaHIYVk/s400/100_2487.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Carson had his very own baby/toddler section at the annual Easter egg hunt. It took him a minute, but he got the hang of it and ran from egg to egg; then threw them like they were balls. Sometimes in the direction of the basket, and sometimes not :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsgRf8sMZF4/TdV4xU6Y7HI/AAAAAAAADAA/wqJqiVWGSmU/s1600/100_2503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SsgRf8sMZF4/TdV4xU6Y7HI/AAAAAAAADAA/wqJqiVWGSmU/s400/100_2503.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vooYjsbmCY/Tb2q-AQS6_I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/F_X_yNfwgGo/s1600/100_2511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vooYjsbmCY/Tb2q-AQS6_I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/F_X_yNfwgGo/s400/100_2511.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxgkJ-dqTSc/Tb2rFZvSUhI/AAAAAAAAC-c/8PzyVgx1ptI/s1600/100_2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxgkJ-dqTSc/Tb2rFZvSUhI/AAAAAAAAC-c/8PzyVgx1ptI/s400/100_2514.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He wanted everyone to share with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ub9BFMcrTQ4/Tb2rNCJ76KI/AAAAAAAAC-g/JU7HKOEH0B0/s1600/100_2517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ub9BFMcrTQ4/Tb2rNCJ76KI/AAAAAAAAC-g/JU7HKOEH0B0/s400/100_2517.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4qqbFJjIpI/Tb2rW45gegI/AAAAAAAAC-k/v_kxxRhw1Us/s1600/100_2524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4qqbFJjIpI/Tb2rW45gegI/AAAAAAAAC-k/v_kxxRhw1Us/s400/100_2524.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Marx Annual Easter Egg Hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We made it&amp;nbsp;back in town just in time for the Easter egg hunt at&amp;nbsp;Matt &amp;amp; Ashley's with all&amp;nbsp;the cousins. Carson figured out this time around that their was something inside the eggs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU8HKkiW2wE/Tb2riBrYe0I/AAAAAAAAC-o/AeUWaN0XYPY/s1600/100_2535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZU8HKkiW2wE/Tb2riBrYe0I/AAAAAAAAC-o/AeUWaN0XYPY/s400/100_2535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ngvqlk4wwU8/Tb2rqJ1rCrI/AAAAAAAAC-s/G5DgzOVtwNc/s1600/100_2537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ngvqlk4wwU8/Tb2rqJ1rCrI/AAAAAAAAC-s/G5DgzOVtwNc/s400/100_2537.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk0eY1BIx9s/Tb2r3j1TogI/AAAAAAAAC-0/Djh2zAKCXGY/s400/100_2542.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOTX536CXSk/Tb2r0IEIcwI/AAAAAAAAC-w/tkAsvls-hxM/s1600/100_2540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOTX536CXSk/Tb2r0IEIcwI/AAAAAAAAC-w/tkAsvls-hxM/s400/100_2540.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love that Carson has some cousins to be with and&amp;nbsp;cause mischief. Him and Parker were trying really hard&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;figure out how the both of them could possibly fit in the car together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH9VPFepuUM/Tb2r65pe1zI/AAAAAAAAC-4/z2XBs-OBfiA/s1600/100_2546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH9VPFepuUM/Tb2r65pe1zI/AAAAAAAAC-4/z2XBs-OBfiA/s400/100_2546.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4nlqgvyxw8/Tb2r-IvA2iI/AAAAAAAAC-8/TxX0COPBoXE/s1600/100_2549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4nlqgvyxw8/Tb2r-IvA2iI/AAAAAAAAC-8/TxX0COPBoXE/s400/100_2549.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Easter at the cabin, and enjoyed spending time with both families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3784251863946904776?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3784251863946904776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3784251863946904776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3784251863946904776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3784251863946904776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dF9cNte5Gk/Tb2pFtxV9PI/AAAAAAAAC9c/CrED3LqiiaY/s72-c/100_2434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3258967361326183833</id><published>2011-04-18T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:16:05.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fy7feKu7BE/TchXng_bo4I/AAAAAAAAC_I/Iy2EiUaXsw8/s1600/DSC02562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fy7feKu7BE/TchXng_bo4I/AAAAAAAAC_I/Iy2EiUaXsw8/s400/DSC02562.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The weather has been great lately. We’ve started loading up Carson and taking mini-bike rides around the neighborhood at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_Z9VhU4veA/TchXrmU580I/AAAAAAAAC_M/taHuT2yk-CQ/s1600/DSC02566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_Z9VhU4veA/TchXrmU580I/AAAAAAAAC_M/taHuT2yk-CQ/s400/DSC02566.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0pof0nEs3o/TchXuPLORsI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/y20_Gk5B-B4/s1600/DSC02569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0pof0nEs3o/TchXuPLORsI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/y20_Gk5B-B4/s400/DSC02569.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This night we got somewhat adventurous and rode all the way to In-N-Out for milkshakes. I really enjoy riding and I’ve come to love going with Jordan. It’s a way to wind down from a busy day at work and just talk with him about anything and everything. Of course we laugh with Carson the entire way since he thinks it’s just hilarious to have the wind blow in his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3258967361326183833?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3258967361326183833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3258967361326183833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3258967361326183833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3258967361326183833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/04/beach-cruisin.html' title='Beach Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fy7feKu7BE/TchXng_bo4I/AAAAAAAAC_I/Iy2EiUaXsw8/s72-c/DSC02562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6054478778896681617</id><published>2011-03-22T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:22:58.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Court Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since Carson is pretty much obsessed with his mini-basketball's and his birthday is during March Madness, it only seemed fitting to have a little basketball party for our 1 year old. We invited over some family to celebrate with some pizza, cake and ice cream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SobSjyuRTmA/TYhHjARn7DI/AAAAAAAAC84/AcCbS2rXllc/s1600/DSC02457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SobSjyuRTmA/TYhHjARn7DI/AAAAAAAAC84/AcCbS2rXllc/s400/DSC02457.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lqB8XG0gUEg/TYhHvS2dx3I/AAAAAAAAC88/EGPfK_8Ccks/s1600/DSC02468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lqB8XG0gUEg/TYhHvS2dx3I/AAAAAAAAC88/EGPfK_8Ccks/s400/DSC02468.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was a relatively clean eater, and didn't eat as much as I thought he would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sVrWi7XzF2s/TYhH9Abi6-I/AAAAAAAAC9A/7xWqZwQSwlo/s1600/DSC02493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sVrWi7XzF2s/TYhH9Abi6-I/AAAAAAAAC9A/7xWqZwQSwlo/s400/DSC02493.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Jk8Ss7nu1vw/TYhIU2qbkoI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Q0Ei1hXWS_c/s1600/DSC02498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Jk8Ss7nu1vw/TYhIU2qbkoI/AAAAAAAAC9I/Q0Ei1hXWS_c/s400/DSC02498.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Every birthday boy deserves a cake right? Well since I'm no Betty Crocker... Jordan suggested I make it Friday night "just in case",&amp;nbsp;and to my own amazement I made a pretty legit looking backboard/basketball cake. Now I could use some cake decorating classes, but I was&amp;nbsp;just impressed with the mere&amp;nbsp;fact&amp;nbsp;that I made it without starting my kitchen on fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4ywH0tyuZBw/TYhIpbYEc5I/AAAAAAAAC9M/I6VFI5KLkFU/s1600/DSC02432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4ywH0tyuZBw/TYhIpbYEc5I/AAAAAAAAC9M/I6VFI5KLkFU/s320/DSC02432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SobSjyuRTmA/TYhHjARn7DI/AAAAAAAAC84/AcCbS2rXllc/s1600/DSC02457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KrekbHUSHLE/TYg0T5CxngI/AAAAAAAAC8o/eMuxDFCaGG4/s1600/DSC02443-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KrekbHUSHLE/TYg0T5CxngI/AAAAAAAAC8o/eMuxDFCaGG4/s400/DSC02443-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our baby boy isn't such a baby anymore, he's &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; years old! He's big, and not getting smaller. He loves to walk. Yes, yes he can walk! And it's fun to see him get so excited about walking around our house, or church, or wherever we are.&amp;nbsp;He loves to eat everything himself, and thinks it's funny to throw food on the floor&amp;nbsp;(I'm so glad now, that Jordan convinced me to tile our dining room too because the carpet we use to have would be completely&amp;nbsp;trashed by now). Carson is a busy little boy that loves to laugh, smile and play with balls and is constantly keeping us on our toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now without further ado, the evolution of Carson, months 1 through 12... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o_0Xstu3YYo/TYg_NGp0xkI/AAAAAAAAC80/W44fD09bP34/s1600/strip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o_0Xstu3YYo/TYg_NGp0xkI/AAAAAAAAC80/W44fD09bP34/s1600/strip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish the pictures turned out bigger, but I'm too tired to figure it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These pictures, although a pain to take sometimes with remembering and a not so cooperative baby... I'm glad I have them to enjoy.&amp;nbsp;I think the biggest change came between months 4 and 5, then 8 and 9. I can't believe a year ago, I was laying in the hospital pushing for hours to bring this little babe to the world, and as much as I thought I was going to die for those &lt;strike&gt;long&lt;/strike&gt; short hours, I would do it all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new appreciation for being a mom. For a girl who could never really picture herself being a mom, I think with the right &lt;em&gt;simplified&lt;/em&gt; life I could have lots of kids. My life revolves around sleep, and I've had more sleepless nights than I thought was possible. I can't stomach the sight or smell of throw up, but have now endured it three miraculous times (one being tonight)... and let me just add Carson&amp;nbsp;takes 'go big or go home' to heart, he up-chucks more&amp;nbsp;liquid than a gallon of milk - it's gross. The things I thought I could never endure, I'll&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;anything for our little man.&amp;nbsp;And I just love him to&amp;nbsp;pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8081100430443886088?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8081100430443886088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8081100430443886088&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8081100430443886088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8081100430443886088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/03/twelve-12-months.html' title='Twelve (12) Months!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KrekbHUSHLE/TYg0T5CxngI/AAAAAAAAC8o/eMuxDFCaGG4/s72-c/DSC02443-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3767444259147121630</id><published>2011-03-03T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:13:05.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="&amp;amp;p=d838f924ff78fd6df6ae9c&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" height="382" name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="LT" scale="noscale" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=d838f924ff78fd6df6ae9c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="408" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12px/20px verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: center; width: 408px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3767444259147121630?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3767444259147121630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3767444259147121630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3767444259147121630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3767444259147121630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-play-ball.html' title='Let&apos;s Play Ball'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8856081053212316214</id><published>2011-03-03T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:30:31.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day</title><content type='html'>We enjoyed having a "day-off" for President's day. It was one of those days I was just smiling from ear to ear enjoying the whole day with my little family. We lounged around, took Carson to the park, and I even made homemade enchilada's for dinner, and they turned out so&amp;nbsp;delish! For real, I made dinner -- it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hTScXvfUNRs/TXB-eOjI66I/AAAAAAAAC8U/Y-XBgHItu8s/s1600/DSC02357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hTScXvfUNRs/TXB-eOjI66I/AAAAAAAAC8U/Y-XBgHItu8s/s400/DSC02357.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cgdvWfJC2iA/TXB-uQyvTnI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/eYeE76muEB4/s1600/DSC02362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cgdvWfJC2iA/TXB-uQyvTnI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/eYeE76muEB4/s400/DSC02362.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oxOH6NVp2tQ/TXB-_jiV67I/AAAAAAAAC8c/rVxq5FhUjrg/s1600/DSC02368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oxOH6NVp2tQ/TXB-_jiV67I/AAAAAAAAC8c/rVxq5FhUjrg/s400/DSC02368.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qgO37L2fdDA/TXB_OOwJcrI/AAAAAAAAC8g/yqLSyVR6fss/s1600/DSC02375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qgO37L2fdDA/TXB_OOwJcrI/AAAAAAAAC8g/yqLSyVR6fss/s400/DSC02375.JPG" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uRQH7cgDS_A/TXB_hws-GQI/AAAAAAAAC8k/sPh5iBTielk/s1600/DSC02390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uRQH7cgDS_A/TXB_hws-GQI/AAAAAAAAC8k/sPh5iBTielk/s400/DSC02390.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Typical Carson, never wanting to look and smile at the camera. He loved being outside and "walking" around. I'm so excited for springtime to come around and be outside more&amp;nbsp;often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8856081053212316214?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8856081053212316214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8856081053212316214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8856081053212316214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8856081053212316214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/03/presidents-day.html' title='President&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hTScXvfUNRs/TXB-eOjI66I/AAAAAAAAC8U/Y-XBgHItu8s/s72-c/DSC02357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7430574629143342209</id><published>2011-02-19T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:20:33.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxakg9YS4cg/TWNf4bwGwmI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/2UdBxEv_efw/s1600/DSC02393-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxakg9YS4cg/TWNf4bwGwmI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/2UdBxEv_efw/s400/DSC02393-1.JPG" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson is our happy go-lucky eleven month old. It really has been&amp;nbsp;almost been a year since we had him. I cant even fatham how fast the time has gone. Our little man is beginning to walk! He is so funny, he takes 5 to 10 steps until he realizes he's walking and then slowly goes to the floor and crawls the rest of the way. He loves to chase balls, and is learning to&amp;nbsp;throw and play catch. I love to watch Jordan with Carson. I always thought he would be a good dad, but now I know. He never hestitates, he's always playing with him, or jumping in to feed, change or bathe him. There little bond is so adorable and I really enjoy sitting back and watching it unfold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7430574629143342209?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7430574629143342209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7430574629143342209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7430574629143342209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7430574629143342209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/02/eleven.html' title='Eleven'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxakg9YS4cg/TWNf4bwGwmI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/2UdBxEv_efw/s72-c/DSC02393-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1607958910423945388</id><published>2011-02-19T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:07:53.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney....land.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUOWMUzngy8/TWBxiVOnTsI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/2T0vQZfMRK4/s1600/DSC02262-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUOWMUzngy8/TWBxiVOnTsI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/2T0vQZfMRK4/s400/DSC02262-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided to take advantage of our passes and head to disneyland for the weekend. We took Sam along, so we'd have someone extra to take turns watching Carson while the other two rode rides. We always enjoy the happiest place on Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3poc3LAFVXI/TWByAD4L-iI/AAAAAAAAC7g/JmOKVKRjzjA/s1600/DSC02274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3poc3LAFVXI/TWByAD4L-iI/AAAAAAAAC7g/JmOKVKRjzjA/s400/DSC02274.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yX5iEFEzgw/TWB1iA3EizI/AAAAAAAAC7s/PWLSnLtDMe8/s1600/DSC02312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yX5iEFEzgw/TWB1iA3EizI/AAAAAAAAC7s/PWLSnLtDMe8/s400/DSC02312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1J8dcJq99U/TWBx0jvJ22I/AAAAAAAAC7c/VjfVj_4dqSI/s1600/DSC02273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1J8dcJq99U/TWBx0jvJ22I/AAAAAAAAC7c/VjfVj_4dqSI/s400/DSC02273.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7W16J2dhsM8/TWB17n8Le4I/AAAAAAAAC70/rILD1WIGZls/s1600/DSC02306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7W16J2dhsM8/TWB17n8Le4I/AAAAAAAAC70/rILD1WIGZls/s400/DSC02306.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQfyyyZ-P3E/TWB2JWdA1iI/AAAAAAAAC74/SZ9gW5Oj--g/s1600/DSC02320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQfyyyZ-P3E/TWB2JWdA1iI/AAAAAAAAC74/SZ9gW5Oj--g/s400/DSC02320.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQGmA_-EBLE/TWB1uCorpXI/AAAAAAAAC7w/qKCfpBqZd40/s1600/DSC02280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQGmA_-EBLE/TWB1uCorpXI/AAAAAAAAC7w/qKCfpBqZd40/s400/DSC02280.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzw5DAQZOB0/TWB2XPAuXhI/AAAAAAAAC78/XHhxRRC0psw/s1600/DSC02331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzw5DAQZOB0/TWB2XPAuXhI/AAAAAAAAC78/XHhxRRC0psw/s400/DSC02331.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We met up with my cousin&amp;nbsp;Ashley, Doug &amp;amp; Matix, aunt, uncle and grandparents. And later on, found my&amp;nbsp;Grandma separated from the bunch in fantasyland and she hung out with us for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzJhk5FbCEw/TWB2X4W1omI/AAAAAAAAC8A/oTpVSrI-LTM/s1600/181762_1782357514776_1114608274_32048212_4391005_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzJhk5FbCEw/TWB2X4W1omI/AAAAAAAAC8A/oTpVSrI-LTM/s400/181762_1782357514776_1114608274_32048212_4391005_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYmkIA5ZyJc/TWBwUIVUaEI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/YaGGBlw6AF0/s1600/DSC02255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYmkIA5ZyJc/TWBwUIVUaEI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/YaGGBlw6AF0/s400/DSC02255.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8NZFOSY5-o/TWBxVRdfaZI/AAAAAAAAC7U/sZkJHPSjh58/s1600/DSC02258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8NZFOSY5-o/TWBxVRdfaZI/AAAAAAAAC7U/sZkJHPSjh58/s400/DSC02258.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqgmfyTviDk/TWB2YrXkbII/AAAAAAAAC8E/yBzv-26B-c0/s1600/180864_1782358114791_1114608274_32048214_5338260_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqgmfyTviDk/TWB2YrXkbII/AAAAAAAAC8E/yBzv-26B-c0/s400/180864_1782358114791_1114608274_32048214_5338260_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We saw the new show World of Color on Paradise Pier, which was pretty much amazing. I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1607958910423945388?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1607958910423945388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1607958910423945388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1607958910423945388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1607958910423945388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/02/disneyland.html' title='Disney....land.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUOWMUzngy8/TWBxiVOnTsI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/2T0vQZfMRK4/s72-c/DSC02262-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6893853684429747311</id><published>2011-02-19T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:28:22.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierced.</title><content type='html'>It's fun to spend the day running errands with my mom. She's like my best friend. We laugh, we cry, we make time fly. But what's even better than that... when she requests we stop off at Claires before Home Goods so she can get her ears pierced!! SHUT UP?! Seriously, I didn't even know she &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; have them pierced, great daughter I am.&amp;nbsp;I couldn't stop cracking up the whole time. So there you have it, in all her glory -- getting her ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SlOvmYP1bXQ/TWBfXiS8HmI/AAAAAAAAC7A/bqiznQOrKqo/s1600/0129111553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SlOvmYP1bXQ/TWBfXiS8HmI/AAAAAAAAC7A/bqiznQOrKqo/s400/0129111553.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzzCp9vy9u0/TWBfYlKjcxI/AAAAAAAAC7E/I7eVjPeg-74/s1600/0129111554a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kzzCp9vy9u0/TWBfYlKjcxI/AAAAAAAAC7E/I7eVjPeg-74/s400/0129111554a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuCtiVMmguA/TWBfd-Exi3I/AAAAAAAAC7M/V_CpAAhtZzE/s1600/0129111555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuCtiVMmguA/TWBfd-Exi3I/AAAAAAAAC7M/V_CpAAhtZzE/s400/0129111555.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then the girl asked if Carson was next. Was she serious? I think so... she said she did little boys all the time. Um, not this little boy... 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All she wanted for her birthday was to learn how to snowboard. I'm not the greatest teacher, and I haven't been in way too long but it was fun to go again. I loved snowboarding growing up. There is nothing like it, putting your ipod in and just cruising down the mountain as fast or as slow as you want. It's really therapeutic.&amp;nbsp;It makes me miss the days of boarding with Lit and Ash, we use to have so much fun together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7iqMVH9PI/AAAAAAAAC6w/spHyK8Kkq0M/s1600/DSC02245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7iqMVH9PI/AAAAAAAAC6w/spHyK8Kkq0M/s400/DSC02245.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7i1_XXaLI/AAAAAAAAC60/9PI0pWfaZZA/s1600/DSC02240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7i1_XXaLI/AAAAAAAAC60/9PI0pWfaZZA/s400/DSC02240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7icg6L0rI/AAAAAAAAC6s/ALqNr8ac2Z4/s1600/DSC02241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7icg6L0rI/AAAAAAAAC6s/ALqNr8ac2Z4/s400/DSC02241.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7jB6p-vrI/AAAAAAAAC64/9t_Su-ACQik/s1600/DSC02248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7jB6p-vrI/AAAAAAAAC64/9t_Su-ACQik/s400/DSC02248.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6668682530756848393?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6668682530756848393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6668682530756848393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6668682530756848393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6668682530756848393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-bound.html' title='Powdered snow'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7fPKKX2iI/AAAAAAAAC6o/3JbJ3Zb65zk/s72-c/DSC02234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8298070736350442556</id><published>2011-01-25T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:23:40.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Schooling</title><content type='html'>I am super excited! It's always been a huge goal of mine to finish my bachelors. I know it's like seven years in the making but what do you do when life happens? After a year of being married, it just didn't seem realistic or financially possible for both us to go to school. So, now it's officially my turn again. I took a couple classes last semester while Jordan was finishing up, and for me to ease back into it and I did so well -- a class I stressed and cried over because I just thought, no matter how hard I studied or re-read the chapters I did so poorly on the exams and then would read on the message boards how almost every other students were feeling the same. I seriously contemplated just dropping it and re-taking it, a couple years ago&amp;nbsp;that probably&amp;nbsp;would have been the immature Jenn thing to do, but this time I didn't! I stuck with it, decided I wasn't going to pass his rediculously hard tests and focused on the other assignments and papers to get as many points on those as possible. And what do you know... merry christmas to me - I passed, with a better grade than I had even hoped for! Now, this semester I'm back at it full time with huge aspirations to finish next spring, summer-ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8298070736350442556?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8298070736350442556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8298070736350442556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8298070736350442556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8298070736350442556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-schooling.html' title='Back to Schooling'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4530890999108647185</id><published>2011-01-25T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:23:12.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissable Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TTjSxWFT9bI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_0ZZeTmQMDA/s1600/DSC02222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TTjSxWFT9bI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_0ZZeTmQMDA/s400/DSC02222.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Carson is just like his mommy. He takes a few minutes to fully wake up in the morning or from his naps. It's kinda funny to interact with him - he has this&amp;nbsp;blank expression on his face until he acclimates to his surroundings. I love the mornings with him. He's alway in such a good mood: laughs, and sings, and gets overly excited for his baths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TTjS0DhzUUI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/X7z93uwuqQw/s1600/DSC02225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TTjS0DhzUUI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/X7z93uwuqQw/s400/DSC02225.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are all starting to get better around our house. The week before the MLK&amp;nbsp;holiday, Carson&amp;nbsp;had a fever,&amp;nbsp;runny nose, cough, congestion.&amp;nbsp;He ended up with both ear infections, antibiotics and back on the breathing treatments. Jordan and I both ended up with it, and nothing is worse than having a sick kid and being sick yourself. The whole house was way too sleep deprived. I was more than ready to not be quarauntined to our house, and actually get dressed since we'd just shower and get right back into pajamas the entire weekend. Sunday night, I made Jordan&amp;nbsp;take us on a scenic drive around Aliante just to get out of the four-walls of our house. I'm ready for spring to come so hopefully he won't be sick as often, it seems like he gets it so easily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4530890999108647185?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4530890999108647185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4530890999108647185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4530890999108647185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4530890999108647185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/kissable-cheeks.html' title='Kissable Cheeks'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TTjSxWFT9bI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_0ZZeTmQMDA/s72-c/DSC02222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7467045943343600352</id><published>2011-01-19T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:20:47.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Digits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7aVTXSXSI/AAAAAAAAC6k/ltLBdJtMCkc/s1600/DSC02233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7aVTXSXSI/AAAAAAAAC6k/ltLBdJtMCkc/s400/DSC02233.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe he is already ten months. That is just so crazy to me. He's all over the place now. He crawls, like a champ, really fast.&amp;nbsp;He's into every drawer, cupboard and everything else that catches his eye. He is so close to walking, but not quite there yet. He's all over the place and can never sit still. We've join the world of hall walkers at church on Sunday, and honestly it's not as fun as it sounds. We love this little guy, he's so much fun to have around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7467045943343600352?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7467045943343600352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7467045943343600352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7467045943343600352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7467045943343600352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/double-digits.html' title='Double Digits'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7aVTXSXSI/AAAAAAAAC6k/ltLBdJtMCkc/s72-c/DSC02233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7659061371380629547</id><published>2011-01-18T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:22:08.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7SFNaSzxI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/jNnmokLfnuc/s1600/DSC02199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7SFNaSzxI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/jNnmokLfnuc/s400/DSC02199.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cutting little boys hair is no easy task. I love that Carson's keeps growing, and getting thicker. That's music to my ears. My chop jobs have no organized method what-so-ever, just grab and cut. And even that is way harder than it looks. He isn't sitting like a perfect angel 99.9% of the time, it's usually the turning, twisting and movement that gets our random end result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7SRo4ps8I/AAAAAAAAC6c/HAasjyO7mmk/s1600/DSC02203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7SRo4ps8I/AAAAAAAAC6c/HAasjyO7mmk/s400/DSC02203.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7659061371380629547?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7659061371380629547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7659061371380629547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7659061371380629547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7659061371380629547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/chop-job.html' title='Chop Job'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7SFNaSzxI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/jNnmokLfnuc/s72-c/DSC02199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-172270491750852016</id><published>2011-01-18T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:22:43.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stair Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7PHetbKZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/9FWw5_YJPWc/s1600/DSC02157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7PHetbKZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/9FWw5_YJPWc/s400/DSC02157.JPG" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're in trouble. This is one reason I can't wait to have a one-story one day. Carson has mastered the stairs, too bad it's only in one direction. He can go up, but&amp;nbsp;what goes up must be carried down. I've tried endlessly to teach him to go down but thus far he's pretty uninterested unless it involves walking the walls and trying to step down standing up, and if you can imagine that never ends well -- lucky for him I've been there to catch him when he tries daredevil things like that. I just pray I never hear the tumbling sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-172270491750852016?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/172270491750852016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=172270491750852016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/172270491750852016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/172270491750852016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/stair-master.html' title='Stair Master'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TT7PHetbKZI/AAAAAAAAC6U/9FWw5_YJPWc/s72-c/DSC02157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2798385590164472558</id><published>2011-01-04T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:07:15.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan and I have continued our tradition of getting out of Vegas when everyone else is coming in... and again we rang in the new years cabin style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQRSI2wjII/AAAAAAAAC5I/bWu3ard-8wQ/s1600/DSC02072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQRSI2wjII/AAAAAAAAC5I/bWu3ard-8wQ/s400/DSC02072.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Over the years we've perfected this sled run right off the side of the cabin. I would rather stay bundled up inside but this year I ventured out and took a few turns - and it was SO fun! Although, I did work on my blog book all weekend and am pretty excited about that.&amp;nbsp;Carson even went down a mini one with Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQResAxHGI/AAAAAAAAC5M/OavnPB5B-Cc/s1600/DSC02074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQResAxHGI/AAAAAAAAC5M/OavnPB5B-Cc/s400/DSC02074.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at this sad face. He'd had enough of being outside and all bundled up like an umpa-lumpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQRz-e00yI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/YfkvuXQtvs0/s1600/DSC02076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQRz-e00yI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/YfkvuXQtvs0/s400/DSC02076.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSDFz6OPI/AAAAAAAAC5U/wgdvC-Mhz44/s1600/DSC02081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSDFz6OPI/AAAAAAAAC5U/wgdvC-Mhz44/s400/DSC02081.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashley gets braver and braver every year on the sled run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSOtFwo8I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/G-AJSojffyo/s1600/DSC02084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSOtFwo8I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/G-AJSojffyo/s400/DSC02084.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And now Lulu wants in on the fun --- I can't believe these girls are getting so big. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSXFUqUkI/AAAAAAAAC5c/zbxZX7U-sw8/s1600/DSC02097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSXFUqUkI/AAAAAAAAC5c/zbxZX7U-sw8/s400/DSC02097.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Carson, during happier times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQS2CsemvI/AAAAAAAAC5o/JhP8jwxIPus/s1600/DSC02117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQS2CsemvI/AAAAAAAAC5o/JhP8jwxIPus/s400/DSC02117.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls loved pushing Jordan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQTCilTABI/AAAAAAAAC5s/3ch1uFmm7xo/s1600/DSC02103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQTCilTABI/AAAAAAAAC5s/3ch1uFmm7xo/s400/DSC02103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSiV7AbqI/AAAAAAAAC5g/GowCjnGyQ3c/s1600/DSC02135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSiV7AbqI/AAAAAAAAC5g/GowCjnGyQ3c/s400/DSC02135.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can only imagine how tired Carson was by the time the new year came around, we tried putting him to bed, multiple times, but the little sticker must have known that something exciting was going to happen because he just wanted to be up with us - and once new years hit, he was out cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSo6iJOUI/AAAAAAAAC5k/nRtyIVtf_DE/s1600/DSC02133-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQSo6iJOUI/AAAAAAAAC5k/nRtyIVtf_DE/s400/DSC02133-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think 2011 is going to be a great year, I can just feel&amp;nbsp;it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2798385590164472558?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2798385590164472558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2798385590164472558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2798385590164472558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2798385590164472558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQRSI2wjII/AAAAAAAAC5I/bWu3ard-8wQ/s72-c/DSC02072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3954660479698585918</id><published>2011-01-04T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:27:19.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan and I had a great Christmas. We did our normal routine of starting Christmas Eve afternoon at Jordan's grandparents and then Christmas Eve dinner and presents with the Marx side, then spending the night at the Shields, Christmas day and dinner with the Shields, and back to the Marxes for the extended family Christmas party on the 26th. Needless to say we had a jam packed weekend full of family and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQHkYeJcBI/AAAAAAAAC4I/XJ9Qh7kQmSU/s1600/DSC01997-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQHkYeJcBI/AAAAAAAAC4I/XJ9Qh7kQmSU/s400/DSC01997-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture obviously isn't my favorite of me, excuse the groosness but look at Carson's face - he is so stinkin' cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My parents are just the cutest. I love them.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQHnC1uIVI/AAAAAAAAC4M/EmZeHsODNX4/s1600/DSC01998-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQHnC1uIVI/AAAAAAAAC4M/EmZeHsODNX4/s400/DSC01998-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQHrtYa0zI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/004auWodReo/s1600/DSC02006-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQHrtYa0zI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/004auWodReo/s400/DSC02006-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQH0rUah6I/AAAAAAAAC4U/8OqSYji7en4/s400/DSC02010-1.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQILCrHGiI/AAAAAAAAC4c/9lPM1NqAcZY/s400/DSC02020-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being a grandma&amp;nbsp;and getting&amp;nbsp;hand-made presents are the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQITNMrv_I/AAAAAAAAC4g/-gLyFacGyOg/s400/DSC02028-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQIdqd-h0I/AAAAAAAAC4o/Y3Qx4Nnf1lw/s1600/DSC02029%253D1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQIdqd-h0I/AAAAAAAAC4o/Y3Qx4Nnf1lw/s400/DSC02029%253D1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQIiwGF6nI/AAAAAAAAC4s/ESIFou5nT8Y/s400/DSC02031-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our attempt at a family picture, minus Brad, Kara, Hallie &amp;amp; Bekah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carson got a dinosaur from Santa, and it's been a huge hit. He loves walking with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQIsQsai8I/AAAAAAAAC40/IrS4yaeJeAg/s1600/DSC02034-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQIsQsai8I/AAAAAAAAC40/IrS4yaeJeAg/s400/DSC02034-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQJvUEKHNI/AAAAAAAAC5E/Xt5mpUAZSDY/s1600/DSC02035-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQJvUEKHNI/AAAAAAAAC5E/Xt5mpUAZSDY/s400/DSC02035-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQIzaxd__I/AAAAAAAAC44/jv6-6u9Pg7o/s400/DSC02047-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQI8WIzupI/AAAAAAAAC48/iIjsvUz8YWo/s1600/DSC02059-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQI8WIzupI/AAAAAAAAC48/iIjsvUz8YWo/s400/DSC02059-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3954660479698585918?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3954660479698585918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3954660479698585918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3954660479698585918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3954660479698585918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TSQHkYeJcBI/AAAAAAAAC4I/XJ9Qh7kQmSU/s72-c/DSC01997-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3483537544168967839</id><published>2011-01-04T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:01:45.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals.</title><content type='html'>I’m haven’t been one for making New Years Goals. But these ones I think are “do-able”, and if I write them down, maybe just maybe they’ll come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being married, I’ve fallen out of great “spiritual” habits I acquired while living on my own, when at times I felt so alone. Those were the times, and continued when moving back home that I felt in-tune with the spirit most. And it is all contributed to the efforts I made for reading my scriptures really often (I hate to use the world daily because let’s face it, I’ve never been great at that, but 4 out of 7 days a week would be really close). I did however, pray daily with a sincere heart for guidance and love in decision making during that time in my life. I want that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get back to reading the Book of Mormon, more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read Jesus the Christ. This one stems from our ward Relief Society challenge to read a chapter a week, and to me that’s do-able and I’m going to try. I even got Jordan’s copy from his mission from my in-laws last night, so I can’t even say I don’t have the book. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have Family Home Evening every week. This one probably should be number one because it’s something that is the most important to me. Jordan and I have done it on and off since being married but I honestly want it to be a regular thing in my home as we have more kids and they grow up. I want Mondays to be family night/time. So right now, at this stage if it’s only turning off the tv and actually getting down on the floor and intently playing with Carson as a family for thirty minutes, were going to do it and then obviously as he gets a tad bit older we’ll begin with mini 10 min lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the regular I wish things:&lt;br /&gt;4. Lose 15 pounds (that’s what’s left from Carson that I’ve been so extremely lazy in trying to get rid of).&lt;br /&gt;5. Quit work. My time will come - one day. &lt;br /&gt;6. Get pregnant. I would like my kids 2 to 2 1/2 years apart. Remember I am a planner, obviously everything doesn’t go according to plan and I’m ok with that. But having a plan gone wrong or astray, is better to me than having no plan at all. Case in point, Carson was suppose to be a June baby not March. &lt;br /&gt;7. Be better at folding and putting away laundry. Jordan is AWESOME at doing laundry, so awesome that it piles up faster than I can put it away and nothing is more irritating than digging through baskets of clean clothes for something to wear and having clean clothes fall on the floor, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cook more dinners. I know this will be shocker to some, but I’m actually a closet interested cooker. I want to cook. And I want to be good at it. But with every hobby and talent it takes time to learn, perfect and execute. We eat dinner at 5:30, sharp. So when you get off work at 5 - pick up a baby and have a 20 min commute home, doesn’t give much time to prepare something other than toss the veggies in the microwave or toss a salad together. Therefore, Jordan cooks and he’s good at it but I would love to be the one to have dinner ready for him sometime. My solution is the crock pot, so I’m going to run with it... wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cut out soda, and drink more water on a daily basis. And this one I think it going to be great. I am my mothers daughter and I need a straw. It kind of creeps me out to drink water from a glass and I don’t necessarily care for out of a bottle either but with &lt;a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/product.asp?SKU=17576976"&gt;this gem&lt;/a&gt; I got for Christmas, bottled water in a cup that screws on with a straw =&amp;nbsp;happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3483537544168967839?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3483537544168967839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3483537544168967839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3483537544168967839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3483537544168967839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals.html' title='Goals.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3057065362426183672</id><published>2010-12-19T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:44:04.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TRzCbme_YmI/AAAAAAAAC4E/2RWz39_jqz8/s1600/DSC02062-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TRzCbme_YmI/AAAAAAAAC4E/2RWz39_jqz8/s400/DSC02062-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our big boy is 9 months! Time sure does fly when you're having fun. We're loving this stage he's in. He's crawling all over the place at fast rates of speed. He always wants to be at the heels of your feet, but becareful if you walk to fast for him to keep up -- he throws a little tissy until you slow down long enough for him to catch up. He's loving walking along side all the furniture and one day I'm just going to wake up to him running all over the place. Carson and winter weather have not had a nice relationship. I've decided he gets pretty sickly easy. And those late nights are pretty much miserable. I've cut his thick red hair twice now, before long I'll be a pro. I have faith that my hacking jobs will get better. We just love our little Carson bug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3057065362426183672?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3057065362426183672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3057065362426183672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3057065362426183672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3057065362426183672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/nine-months.html' title='Nine Months'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TRzCbme_YmI/AAAAAAAAC4E/2RWz39_jqz8/s72-c/DSC02062-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8406910686032537224</id><published>2010-12-18T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:59:37.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pB_8Dl2I/AAAAAAAAC3k/0ENkpzsjJnI/s1600/DSC01957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pB_8Dl2I/AAAAAAAAC3k/0ENkpzsjJnI/s400/DSC01957.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pDDRhR7I/AAAAAAAAC3o/gl-4JfRCN90/s1600/DSCN4137-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pDDRhR7I/AAAAAAAAC3o/gl-4JfRCN90/s400/DSCN4137-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pE-Bm9tI/AAAAAAAAC3w/t4GVkSIDQGc/s1600/DSCN4139-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pE-Bm9tI/AAAAAAAAC3w/t4GVkSIDQGc/s400/DSCN4139-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jordan did it. He graduated from UNLV with a Bachelors in Communications. I can't even begin to describe the excitement and relief we both feel with him finally being done. It felt like graduation was so far off for so long. It still didn't hit me he &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; was done until I saw him walk across the stage. (I won't say never) but I'm pretty confident in saying Jordan will more than likely never go to another day of school in his life, and I'm more than ok with that. I'm just ecstatic as can be he finished his Bachelors. He's the biggest example to me of doing hard things. For most, school is a breeze but just not the case for him. He had to study&amp;nbsp;ten times the norm just to skim by. I was beaming with joy the whole time, I am so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pD4yFVfI/AAAAAAAAC3s/uUebZgI_fiQ/s1600/DSCN4120-3-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pD4yFVfI/AAAAAAAAC3s/uUebZgI_fiQ/s400/DSCN4120-3-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pFn4HTZI/AAAAAAAAC30/W34k7fvnCjQ/s1600/DSCN4124-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pFn4HTZI/AAAAAAAAC30/W34k7fvnCjQ/s400/DSCN4124-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so non-chalant about everything in his life, and this was no different. He really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;did not want to walk, but for&amp;nbsp;his parents (and me) he did. 4 hours later... he's officially an alum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0ok8xrrRI/AAAAAAAAC3c/y3aLF0G5IAc/s1600/DSCN4143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0ok8xrrRI/AAAAAAAAC3c/y3aLF0G5IAc/s400/DSCN4143.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0oYfqqDxI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/DsBmx0ho-Xk/s1600/DSCN4149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0oYfqqDxI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/DsBmx0ho-Xk/s400/DSCN4149.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0oyQCfmzI/AAAAAAAAC3g/K_kp-GH-KVA/s1600/DSC01961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0oyQCfmzI/AAAAAAAAC3g/K_kp-GH-KVA/s400/DSC01961.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0oV5XMHrI/AAAAAAAAC3U/630EhekOhIE/s1600/DSCN4146-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0oV5XMHrI/AAAAAAAAC3U/630EhekOhIE/s400/DSCN4146-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8406910686032537224?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8406910686032537224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8406910686032537224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8406910686032537224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8406910686032537224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0pB_8Dl2I/AAAAAAAAC3k/0ENkpzsjJnI/s72-c/DSC01957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6072992106079133437</id><published>2010-12-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:32:12.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0SAGMw8OI/AAAAAAAAC20/e0nGxOCY6iA/s1600/DSC01882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0SAGMw8OI/AAAAAAAAC20/e0nGxOCY6iA/s400/DSC01882.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For lots of Christmas music and concerts. We went to my mom's harp recital with the desert strings. She did so well, as always. She got a pedal harp this fall and that pretty much makes her amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0UmAWH_8I/AAAAAAAAC3M/szIYCYGsMsA/s1600/DSC01910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0UmAWH_8I/AAAAAAAAC3M/szIYCYGsMsA/s400/DSC01910.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the church late one night to help Trish &amp;amp; Garrett string Christmas lights for our ward party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0U1eVN6hI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/4Cl4vrK_k1Q/s1600/DSC01895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0U1eVN6hI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/4Cl4vrK_k1Q/s400/DSC01895.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0SNYE5-KI/AAAAAAAAC24/YlzfkKJoGrw/s1600/DSC01917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0SNYE5-KI/AAAAAAAAC24/YlzfkKJoGrw/s400/DSC01917.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to pick out a Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0UL4cPyKI/AAAAAAAAC3E/myuKHF7elPY/s1600/DSC01926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0UL4cPyKI/AAAAAAAAC3E/myuKHF7elPY/s400/DSC01926.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson sat on Santa's lap.&amp;nbsp;It was&amp;nbsp;pretty short lived,&amp;nbsp;he wasn't the biggest fan. I can't&amp;nbsp;believe how legit our Santa looked. He didn't even have a fake beard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0TgNzW5oI/AAAAAAAAC28/ja54zm5SOM8/s1600/DSCN4171-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0TgNzW5oI/AAAAAAAAC28/ja54zm5SOM8/s400/DSCN4171-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also got to see little Miss Charlie perform in her dance recital. It was so cute. For the first time ever, I thought to myself, I really do need a girl so I can go to a dance recital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0T44o1_0I/AAAAAAAAC3A/HE3JzhSYoK8/s400/DSCN4169-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0UXfz1y4I/AAAAAAAAC3I/WLH_hnobEvk/s1600/DSC01964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0UXfz1y4I/AAAAAAAAC3I/WLH_hnobEvk/s400/DSC01964.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now Carson and I just lay and watch tv because he's had a fever that last&amp;nbsp;couple&amp;nbsp;days. I feel another tooth coming in, he has a runny nose, and started the bark cough again. The poor guy is going to be quarantined to the house during winter. It seems like he gets sick so easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6072992106079133437?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6072992106079133437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6072992106079133437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6072992106079133437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6072992106079133437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; the Season'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0SAGMw8OI/AAAAAAAAC20/e0nGxOCY6iA/s72-c/DSC01882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5239595643464751791</id><published>2010-12-06T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:31:37.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz41b1-III/AAAAAAAAC1Y/2vdVXIQnLjI/s1600/DSC01749-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz41b1-III/AAAAAAAAC1Y/2vdVXIQnLjI/s400/DSC01749-1.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;C. is for Carson. at California. adventure for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0CT_fSAzI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/v6_z29ZDyUE/s1600/DSC01845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0CT_fSAzI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/v6_z29ZDyUE/s400/DSC01845.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We aren't very good at taking family pictures. This is unfortunately the best I got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0EQz-m0YI/AAAAAAAAC2s/R3UV1RyB5sA/s1600/IMG_3881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0EQz-m0YI/AAAAAAAAC2s/R3UV1RyB5sA/s400/IMG_3881.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went with Jordan's family to Disneyland. It was Carson's 1st time, everyone loved having him there to share in our excitement for the Happiest Place on Earth. He was such a trooper, and did as well as could be expected for being 8.6 months and treking around the place for 3 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz3mPRLgDI/AAAAAAAAC1A/mdH55VOZu1I/s1600/DSC01734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz3mPRLgDI/AAAAAAAAC1A/mdH55VOZu1I/s400/DSC01734.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz31dnfoMI/AAAAAAAAC1E/AI4v8ds6Xy8/s1600/DSC01737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz31dnfoMI/AAAAAAAAC1E/AI4v8ds6Xy8/s400/DSC01737.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was very curious why I would put these foreign things on his hands - he tried all weekend to bite them off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4A5NpaoI/AAAAAAAAC1I/sdkuXJSQKfo/s1600/DSC01738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4A5NpaoI/AAAAAAAAC1I/sdkuXJSQKfo/s400/DSC01738.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garrett and Carson have an interesting relationship. It typically starts with this, a stare and ends with alligator tears. For some reason Carson just hasn't quite warmed up to Garebear, and we keep scratching our heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4RPwNTpI/AAAAAAAAC1M/RYrK5URzoDM/s1600/DSC01742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4RPwNTpI/AAAAAAAAC1M/RYrK5URzoDM/s400/DSC01742.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4ehK_82I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/PfLBBQYqgHg/s1600/DSC01747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4ehK_82I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/PfLBBQYqgHg/s400/DSC01747.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One things for sure. Carson loves his Grandpa Shields and Grandpa Shields adores him. They are best buds. At the moment, he's in his 'I only want my mom and dad to hold me, well OR grandpa Shields if he's around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4sg2eziI/AAAAAAAAC1U/8YhnRvodvQQ/s1600/DSC01748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz4sg2eziI/AAAAAAAAC1U/8YhnRvodvQQ/s400/DSC01748.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5AqQl72I/AAAAAAAAC1c/309mTWoi5EM/s1600/DSC01751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5AqQl72I/AAAAAAAAC1c/309mTWoi5EM/s400/DSC01751.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5RGz1vhI/AAAAAAAAC1g/DzRoOz6lxk0/s1600/DSC01761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5RGz1vhI/AAAAAAAAC1g/DzRoOz6lxk0/s400/DSC01761.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loved to walk around like the big people. One day, I have a feeling he's just going to take off running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5ezbbkYI/AAAAAAAAC1k/pyTOV5j1JXc/s1600/DSC01778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5ezbbkYI/AAAAAAAAC1k/pyTOV5j1JXc/s400/DSC01778.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fishing with Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5uUclLlI/AAAAAAAAC1o/kwAtr3xSAkI/s1600/DSC01779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz5uUclLlI/AAAAAAAAC1o/kwAtr3xSAkI/s400/DSC01779.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz56TKO5PI/AAAAAAAAC1s/DVfeqIwxkFc/s1600/DSC01790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz56TKO5PI/AAAAAAAAC1s/DVfeqIwxkFc/s400/DSC01790.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Toy Story is a family favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz6EeezKmI/AAAAAAAAC1w/-gJO79n5rto/s1600/DSC01792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz6EeezKmI/AAAAAAAAC1w/-gJO79n5rto/s400/DSC01792.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz6SAef-yI/AAAAAAAAC10/ZiT30tzPN1Y/s1600/DSC01798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz6SAef-yI/AAAAAAAAC10/ZiT30tzPN1Y/s400/DSC01798.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz7LISTbKI/AAAAAAAAC14/YdppkOtwwmI/s1600/DSC01801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz7LISTbKI/AAAAAAAAC14/YdppkOtwwmI/s400/DSC01801.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He rode the Merry-Go-Round with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz7ngq-ptI/AAAAAAAAC2A/npcXFymO--g/s1600/DSC01805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz7ngq-ptI/AAAAAAAAC2A/npcXFymO--g/s400/DSC01805.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Check out Jordan's face, hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz70AZQLXI/AAAAAAAAC2E/gZ7Z-BNE_I4/s1600/DSC01813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz70AZQLXI/AAAAAAAAC2E/gZ7Z-BNE_I4/s400/DSC01813.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Bug's Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz8Fv-ePxI/AAAAAAAAC2I/zqK5snibgrA/s1600/DSC01821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz8Fv-ePxI/AAAAAAAAC2I/zqK5snibgrA/s400/DSC01821.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz8RK2DSSI/AAAAAAAAC2M/hq3ffAL8oCE/s1600/DSC01834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz8RK2DSSI/AAAAAAAAC2M/hq3ffAL8oCE/s400/DSC01834.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0CHxvrN5I/AAAAAAAAC2U/4XkhbWVjE1Y/s1600/DSC01838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0CHxvrN5I/AAAAAAAAC2U/4XkhbWVjE1Y/s400/DSC01838.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our sleeping arrangement went alot better than the trip to Texas, we made a good call bringing the pack-n-play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0CpYAKvnI/AAAAAAAAC2c/ExkMaae9OYA/s1600/DSC01849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0CpYAKvnI/AAAAAAAAC2c/ExkMaae9OYA/s400/DSC01849.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0C96-DbgI/AAAAAAAAC2g/iP2YwiPu0mI/s1600/DSC01851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0C96-DbgI/AAAAAAAAC2g/iP2YwiPu0mI/s400/DSC01851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Terri was so great with Carson, she stayed and played with him while we enjoyed all the rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our first time with a baby at D-land so obviously we brought the stroller. Funny thing is, everyone else packed more stuff into it than Carson had. The famous line, was 'oh just bring it and put it in the stroller,' by the end the stroller barely had room for Carson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0D1f2H5HI/AAAAAAAAC2k/5KmFyXW0WmM/s1600/DSC01864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0D1f2H5HI/AAAAAAAAC2k/5KmFyXW0WmM/s400/DSC01864.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr. Carson was the happiest go luckiest person on the trip. He would smile big and stare at all the lights. He wasn't a big fan of waiting in line, but loved all the excitement of the rides. The little stinker would not let me take a picture of his cheesy smile to save my life. And trust me -- I tried a million times a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0EKSAxfWI/AAAAAAAAC2o/byv9oW7Zd_w/s1600/DSC01865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQ0EKSAxfWI/AAAAAAAAC2o/byv9oW7Zd_w/s320/DSC01865.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Until, we were walking out to go home on the last day I finally got one!! I'm not kidding he would have this grin ear-to-ear and as soon as I pointed the camera his direction he would immediately get serious. So basically all my pictures look like he had little to no interest in the&amp;nbsp;Happiest Place on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-5239595643464751791?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5239595643464751791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=5239595643464751791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5239595643464751791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5239595643464751791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/disney-vacation.html' title='Disney Vacation'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz41b1-III/AAAAAAAAC1Y/2vdVXIQnLjI/s72-c/DSC01749-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4414834302834479994</id><published>2010-12-02T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:39:26.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipated Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One day when I was walking out of work I got a text from my mom that said, "hurry quick, Carson's at the front window waiting for you." Luckily I only work blocks from my parents house and I drove fast hoping I wouldn't miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzvbyUzLyI/AAAAAAAAC0k/VSoNoxGk3aI/s1600/DSC01690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzvbyUzLyI/AAAAAAAAC0k/VSoNoxGk3aI/s400/DSC01690.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzvsuRNP1I/AAAAAAAAC0o/x44w9d-H7Ds/s1600/DSC01692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzvsuRNP1I/AAAAAAAAC0o/x44w9d-H7Ds/s400/DSC01692.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How cute is he? My little man, waiting for me patiently. When I walked into their front courtyard and he saw me out the window he could barely contain his excitement, he started bouncing up and down like crazy. He makes me smile. He cries when I drop him off now, it's heartbreaking. I cried half-way to work the first time. Now I just take a deep breath and remember it hurts me more than him and he'll be off playing by the time I back out of the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4414834302834479994?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4414834302834479994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4414834302834479994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4414834302834479994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4414834302834479994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/12/anticipated-arrival.html' title='Anticipated Arrival'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzvbyUzLyI/AAAAAAAAC0k/VSoNoxGk3aI/s72-c/DSC01690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4321678241256382963</id><published>2010-11-28T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:57:41.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>The weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, Jordan is scouting the stores just eager to make his Christmas yard decoration purchase(s).&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;tries to add something every year. This year we added a blow-up santa, lighted presents and lighted candy canes to line the drive way. We now have a routine, start at Jordan's parents - there's so much stuff involved with their street sensation, they do it in 3 all day phases. But after phase one, they travel to Trish &amp;amp; Garretts, and then to our's to help us all put up our mini-masterpieces. It's a fun little tradition we've started the last couple years the day after Thanksgiving. I know Jordan wishes our yard was more than a 2x2 so we could add more stuff, maybe one day. :) I haven't even taken a picture off the final product, maybe I'll manage that tonight. I'm just so behind in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1yc0l2fI/AAAAAAAAC08/9cUkfuZ_Q1Y/s1600/DSC01694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1yc0l2fI/AAAAAAAAC08/9cUkfuZ_Q1Y/s400/DSC01694.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1Ae4U2II/AAAAAAAAC0w/Sp5lIM9GzvY/s1600/DSC01701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1Ae4U2II/AAAAAAAAC0w/Sp5lIM9GzvY/s400/DSC01701.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1ijahU_I/AAAAAAAAC04/cScCdsgL4Uo/s1600/DSC01700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1ijahU_I/AAAAAAAAC04/cScCdsgL4Uo/s400/DSC01700.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1SvqbAdI/AAAAAAAAC00/TuH4iyvrd2Y/s1600/DSC01708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1SvqbAdI/AAAAAAAAC00/TuH4iyvrd2Y/s400/DSC01708.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4321678241256382963?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4321678241256382963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4321678241256382963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4321678241256382963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4321678241256382963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQz1yc0l2fI/AAAAAAAAC08/9cUkfuZ_Q1Y/s72-c/DSC01694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-970174307428150171</id><published>2010-11-28T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:26:47.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We feel blessed to have both families in town. However, we wished they lived closer to one another - so we didn't have to drive as far... but we'll take what we can get. We visited and ate with both families this year, and Carson was in heaven eating mashed potatoes, carrots, turkey and anything else grandpa's decided he needed a taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzo-kaUlcI/AAAAAAAACz4/IrjhjYdaXsE/s1600/DSCN4053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzo-kaUlcI/AAAAAAAACz4/IrjhjYdaXsE/s400/DSCN4053.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpDys2w8I/AAAAAAAACz8/lwjZMo0hbvM/s1600/DSCN4055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpDys2w8I/AAAAAAAACz8/lwjZMo0hbvM/s400/DSCN4055.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpGQgyRTI/AAAAAAAAC0A/epUwhxQ6eD0/s1600/DSCN4061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpGQgyRTI/AAAAAAAAC0A/epUwhxQ6eD0/s400/DSCN4061.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpI2WesMI/AAAAAAAAC0E/jJjR9o0kOiE/s1600/DSCN4049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpI2WesMI/AAAAAAAAC0E/jJjR9o0kOiE/s400/DSCN4049.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jordan usually is the crazy one that goes out on Black Friday -- but this year he passed on shopping with mad-women and we slept in. I don't think we missed out on anything exciting, although the dancing mickey everyone was going crazy over looked kinda cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzp_uMBuEI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ekK6qIde2G0/s1600/IMG_3857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzp_uMBuEI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/ekK6qIde2G0/s400/IMG_3857.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I would have taken more pictures at the Shields, and technically I didn't even take this one. They usually have a rather large gathering with extended family, but this was the off year so we missed lots of people but someone how still managed like 25+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqMsAqjdI/AAAAAAAAC0U/osZwD1eZcfQ/s1600/DSC01715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqMsAqjdI/AAAAAAAAC0U/osZwD1eZcfQ/s400/DSC01715.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Friday night we went to dinner and bowling with all my siblings. It was entertaining to say the least. Welcome to the fam Ash, number two. I hope we didn't embarrass you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqaHWHqrI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/FKr0mwFcHR4/s1600/DSC01721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqaHWHqrI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/FKr0mwFcHR4/s400/DSC01721.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We missed Ashley, number one, who stayed home with sick Drew and Bekah, off in east coast snow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqoPlp0JI/AAAAAAAAC0c/-PpyjpAa3KM/s1600/DSC01723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqoPlp0JI/AAAAAAAAC0c/-PpyjpAa3KM/s400/DSC01723.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My brothers are always fighting about whose taller. Matt lost the race awhile ago but Brad and Scotty are still duking it out. Personally, I think Scotty finally surpassed Brad. They're all something like 6'1, 6'2, and 6'3 respectively. &lt;em&gt;Now let's hope Carson gets some magical height from the Marx/Mitchell side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqp4jaajI/AAAAAAAAC0g/hBsdZLHNd8Y/s1600/IMG_4247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzqp4jaajI/AAAAAAAAC0g/hBsdZLHNd8Y/s400/IMG_4247.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lets just say Matt never disappoints and we were all dying of laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpMTNKXdI/AAAAAAAAC0I/1OUD9_I2Cfg/s1600/DSCN4075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpMTNKXdI/AAAAAAAAC0I/1OUD9_I2Cfg/s400/DSCN4075.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Marx watched these cute little cousins while we were out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpPZP1TII/AAAAAAAAC0M/6W7GrKjqHjo/s1600/DSCN4079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzpPZP1TII/AAAAAAAAC0M/6W7GrKjqHjo/s400/DSCN4079.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't think Carson is particularly excited about the fact that both his cousins, Charlie and Hallie&amp;nbsp;have toys and he doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-970174307428150171?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/970174307428150171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=970174307428150171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/970174307428150171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/970174307428150171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TQzo-kaUlcI/AAAAAAAACz4/IrjhjYdaXsE/s72-c/DSCN4053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4981886157251882092</id><published>2010-11-19T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:14:52.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight is Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TObm67k4bhI/AAAAAAAACz0/7VSTpgfPt7w/s1600/8mo+005-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TObm67k4bhI/AAAAAAAACz0/7VSTpgfPt7w/s400/8mo+005-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's just so dang&amp;nbsp;cute. He has eight teeth to go along with being eight months old.&amp;nbsp;He doesn't like to crawl as much as he likes to pull himself up holding onto the ottoman and walk around it. His hair was getting&amp;nbsp;so long, I gave him a hair cut -- myself, and if you&amp;nbsp; look closely you can tell just how much&amp;nbsp;of a professional I am. :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4981886157251882092?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4981886157251882092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4981886157251882092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4981886157251882092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4981886157251882092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/eight-is-great.html' title='Eight is Great'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TObm67k4bhI/AAAAAAAACz0/7VSTpgfPt7w/s72-c/8mo+005-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4078180250613104470</id><published>2010-11-17T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:15:36.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXBYexXM_I/AAAAAAAACyY/NuDYndBgdDk/s1600/0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXBYexXM_I/AAAAAAAACyY/NuDYndBgdDk/s400/0014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still feel like the happiest and luckiest girl in the world three years later. We celebrated with dinner (without Carson), which was so nice and then just enjoyed our little family for the rest of the evening.&amp;nbsp;Jordan is the greatest blessing in my life. He has so many amazing qualities and&amp;nbsp;lately, I've realized&amp;nbsp;all the little things he does that go unnoticed and feel so much gratitude for him. He truely is my better half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4078180250613104470?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4078180250613104470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4078180250613104470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4078180250613104470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4078180250613104470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-years-later.html' title='3 Years Later...'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXBYexXM_I/AAAAAAAACyY/NuDYndBgdDk/s72-c/0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8919624952508297788</id><published>2010-11-16T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:07:02.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trek To Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. The Drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We spent exactly 24 hours driving 1200 miles to the great state of Texas. Not the most ideal method of transportation, but let's just say we survived, my dad is my hero for driving the whole entire way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN688xfUvVI/AAAAAAAACyU/oAk-jBgm4Y4/s1600/DSC01474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN688xfUvVI/AAAAAAAACyU/oAk-jBgm4Y4/s400/DSC01474.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Jerry's World&amp;nbsp;also known as&amp;nbsp;Texas Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's one MAJOR request was to tour Jerry's world. It's massive and makes me want to become a Cowboy's fan and I don't&amp;nbsp;really even&amp;nbsp;care for the NFL. Well it's a must see (for those with sports fanatic husbands) if you're ever in the Dallas/Arlington area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIBWnlMpI/AAAAAAAACyw/JeTDxAa6vEw/s1600/DSC01516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIBWnlMpI/AAAAAAAACyw/JeTDxAa6vEw/s400/DSC01516.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXINJ35n2I/AAAAAAAACy8/aOh2xUhLY0M/s1600/DSC01553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXINJ35n2I/AAAAAAAACy8/aOh2xUhLY0M/s400/DSC01553.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIKKy3CyI/AAAAAAAACy4/lGvmoRSHGzg/s1600/DSC01526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIKKy3CyI/AAAAAAAACy4/lGvmoRSHGzg/s320/DSC01526.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIF46AB3I/AAAAAAAACy0/LqJW-p8p20Y/s1600/DSC01522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIF46AB3I/AAAAAAAACy0/LqJW-p8p20Y/s400/DSC01522.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIRSe7fHI/AAAAAAAACzA/Y0nZQj7LhWc/s1600/DSC01606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIRSe7fHI/AAAAAAAACzA/Y0nZQj7LhWc/s400/DSC01606.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXITzHgS-I/AAAAAAAACzE/Dxudi3UWJSU/s1600/DSC01611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXITzHgS-I/AAAAAAAACzE/Dxudi3UWJSU/s400/DSC01611.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Fam-damily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm and Jennifer hosted while my mom cooked a great family dinner as we watched the Rangers in the world series. Texas fans are intense, really intense. My two cousins Dylan and Caitlan are exactly Drew and Charlie's ages - so it was so cute to watch them play together. They became fast friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJHFIPkQI/AAAAAAAACzo/e9GKnfvheCo/s1600/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJHFIPkQI/AAAAAAAACzo/e9GKnfvheCo/s400/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+309.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My grandma does go to the salon every week to get her hair done so it is a tad bit colored, but&amp;nbsp;I think of all the red going on between Jordan family and my family, the color resembles my Grandma Mitchell's the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. The Sixth Floor Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy, Jr. was assassinated in Dallas. And since Jordan and I kinda like going to musuems and seeing historical stuff - we went to check it out. So many conspiracy theories. Who really shot JFK?! I love downtown Dallas, it's such a quiant historical district. I loved walking the streets pushing a stroller&amp;nbsp;with my little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIcAjnJHI/AAAAAAAACzM/h0fbX7ByIqk/s1600/DSC01626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIcAjnJHI/AAAAAAAACzM/h0fbX7ByIqk/s400/DSC01626.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIfsxQhXI/AAAAAAAACzQ/ve2OFAToIRM/s1600/DSC01627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIfsxQhXI/AAAAAAAACzQ/ve2OFAToIRM/s400/DSC01627.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIiYXaadI/AAAAAAAACzU/-MxP6Y2jdas/s1600/DSC01633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIiYXaadI/AAAAAAAACzU/-MxP6Y2jdas/s400/DSC01633.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIk9qxQuI/AAAAAAAACzY/_skGEnpNaI8/s1600/DSC01634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIk9qxQuI/AAAAAAAACzY/_skGEnpNaI8/s400/DSC01634.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIo3wGgkI/AAAAAAAACzc/CQo3yUav9Hg/s1600/DSC01636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIo3wGgkI/AAAAAAAACzc/CQo3yUav9Hg/s400/DSC01636.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Rehearsal Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Taylor &amp;amp; Amanda's rehearsal dinner, where I think the funniest event of the whole trip occured. It will be the center of a family inside joke for years to come. I'll I have to say is "Go Rangers!" The written details would never measure up to the look on Jordan's face after such conversation with a total stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJBrLcbTI/AAAAAAAACzg/vAJR0OPSIxc/s1600/DSC01652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJBrLcbTI/AAAAAAAACzg/vAJR0OPSIxc/s400/DSC01652.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJEksYijI/AAAAAAAACzk/fk7rwYCTa2I/s1600/DSC01657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJEksYijI/AAAAAAAACzk/fk7rwYCTa2I/s400/DSC01657.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJKz6TJAI/AAAAAAAACzw/rBeDuYXcDfA/s1600/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXJKz6TJAI/AAAAAAAACzw/rBeDuYXcDfA/s400/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+344.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6. Exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Let's just put it nicely that Carson wouldn't&amp;nbsp;fall asleep&amp;nbsp;earlier than 1 in the morning and by Saturday, we'd basically hit a brick wall of exhaustion. I cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIZIxfciI/AAAAAAAACzI/scsdm30Eemw/s1600/DSC01618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXIZIxfciI/AAAAAAAACzI/scsdm30Eemw/s320/DSC01618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In his defense,&amp;nbsp;we didn't bring the&amp;nbsp;pack-n-play, because all the other times we've gone out of town he would just&amp;nbsp;sleep on a make shift bed we made on floor and then again he was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7. Wedding! Reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Taylor &amp;amp; Amanda finally got married! They are high school and college sweethearts. They've been together for five years and had the cutest fall festive wedding. I was so excited for them, and&amp;nbsp;was glad we made the trip to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXGFD9LS8I/AAAAAAAACyk/e2DjyEYvTqs/s1600/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXGFD9LS8I/AAAAAAAACyk/e2DjyEYvTqs/s400/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+418.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXGAnKiRiI/AAAAAAAACyg/zSqmV8V3E5A/s1600/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXGAnKiRiI/AAAAAAAACyg/zSqmV8V3E5A/s400/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+423.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXGG9TUC-I/AAAAAAAACyo/F94WpH-26QM/s1600/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXGG9TUC-I/AAAAAAAACyo/F94WpH-26QM/s400/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+396.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;8. The Trek Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We did it. We survived another 24 hours. This time my mom wasn't with us, since she decided to stay. So, we definitely missed not having extra grandma hands but grandpa was a trooper driving the whole way. And our poor little Carson ended up having Croup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXEnXTvlwI/AAAAAAAACyc/w0HhOUtMcnE/s1600/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TOXEnXTvlwI/AAAAAAAACyc/w0HhOUtMcnE/s400/deep+in+the+heart+of+texas+306.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8919624952508297788?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8919624952508297788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8919624952508297788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8919624952508297788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8919624952508297788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/trek-to-texas.html' title='The Trek To Texas'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN688xfUvVI/AAAAAAAACyU/oAk-jBgm4Y4/s72-c/DSC01474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6215729394366170053</id><published>2010-11-12T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:30:52.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor baby!</title><content type='html'>Carson started out with the sniffles, then a runny nose, followed by a cough -- and it's just gotten progressively worse. I took him to the Dr. who insisted it was just a viral infection and "not to worry, he'll be fine, etc." Good thing he started one of his horrific sounding coughing attacks while sitting in the exam room because then the Dr. back-pedaled and diagnosed Croup. He gave him an antibotic shot and told me to treat with Motrin for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a humidifer for his room and gave him Motrin and it would get a little better, than get worse. And finally with the nasty sounding bark cough coming back and being up 5 days straight, the lack of sleep and &lt;br /&gt;paranoia that your child can't breathe sent us back to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3ZRYNFjlI/AAAAAAAACyI/6rkmtGjSKWg/s1600/DSC01663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3ZRYNFjlI/AAAAAAAACyI/6rkmtGjSKWg/s400/DSC01663.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And now we are the happy owners of this breathing machine - 4 times daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3Z2TLsuOI/AAAAAAAACyM/ZkgytPIPBKs/s1600/DSC01664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3Z2TLsuOI/AAAAAAAACyM/ZkgytPIPBKs/s400/DSC01664.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought this part of the story was somewhat comical... I had YW so Jordan was the one who took him back to the Dr. and when I got home he showed me the cool machine, and I asked the questions, Do we have to take it back? Did you pay for this? He replied non-chalantly, "No, they just gave it to me." In which I thought, they just don't give you things for free -- is our insurance paying for this. To which he didn't know, so upon further investigation, I found a copy of a form he filled out with our insurance info on it, that I'm sure he had no idea what he was filling out to begin with. I quite positive next a bill will come in the mail for the co-pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6215729394366170053?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6215729394366170053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6215729394366170053&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6215729394366170053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6215729394366170053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/poor-baby.html' title='Poor baby!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3ZRYNFjlI/AAAAAAAACyI/6rkmtGjSKWg/s72-c/DSC01663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-9052742717802083108</id><published>2010-11-06T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:57:39.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The North Las Vegas Stake Celebrated 50 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3c-29lSyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/LOvmlY4UtjY/s1600/DSC01660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3c-29lSyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/LOvmlY4UtjY/s400/DSC01660.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed the fun﻿ festivities the weekend had to offer. The carnival on Saturday, and concert on Saturday night (to which I actually got a babysitter, that I paid, that wasn't family, that's a first.) &amp;nbsp;And the special general Sunday session listening to talks given from prior stake presidents, bishops and leaders. We really enjoy living in this stake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-9052742717802083108?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/9052742717802083108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=9052742717802083108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9052742717802083108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9052742717802083108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/11/50th-celebration.html' title='50th Celebration'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TN3c-29lSyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/LOvmlY4UtjY/s72-c/DSC01660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-387719372503409552</id><published>2010-10-25T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:27:58.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUszKhY7xI/AAAAAAAACxo/xhWytk9Futo/s1600/DSC01443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUszKhY7xI/AAAAAAAACxo/xhWytk9Futo/s400/DSC01443.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Check out our little monkey! Carson is constantly making the sounds of a monkey -- ooowww, ooow. So, it just seemed fitting to have him be a monkey for Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUtAEiSRmI/AAAAAAAACxs/saUg92XTvyQ/s1600/DSC01444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUtAEiSRmI/AAAAAAAACxs/saUg92XTvyQ/s400/DSC01444.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We joined Matt &amp;amp; Ashley at Drew &amp;amp; Charlie's school fall festival. It was so fun to see all the cute creative costumes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUtKAh-7zI/AAAAAAAACxw/srNa4L-nasU/s1600/DSC01453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUtKAh-7zI/AAAAAAAACxw/srNa4L-nasU/s400/DSC01453.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUtYNUJGHI/AAAAAAAACx0/u1xhZkLY9YU/s1600/DSC01460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUtYNUJGHI/AAAAAAAACx0/u1xhZkLY9YU/s400/DSC01460.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Can you tell they were&amp;nbsp;a little&amp;nbsp;excited to get pizza and soda (in a can) for dinner. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUw1xRHb7I/AAAAAAAACyE/2APtOgQYlBo/s1600/DSC01464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUw1xRHb7I/AAAAAAAACyE/2APtOgQYlBo/s400/DSC01464.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Halloween, everyone!&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/284536701640239664-387719372503409552?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/387719372503409552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=387719372503409552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/387719372503409552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/387719372503409552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-monkey.html' title='Little Monkey'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TMUszKhY7xI/AAAAAAAACxo/xhWytk9Futo/s72-c/DSC01443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1989131045659877615</id><published>2010-10-19T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:07:05.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TL9YCv6XeLI/AAAAAAAACxg/5ToiM5IIiuk/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TL9YCv6XeLI/AAAAAAAACxg/5ToiM5IIiuk/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carson is a little flirt. He loves to smile and giggle at everyone he sees.&lt;br /&gt;Our mini-photo op didn't go so well this time around - he's been teething the last few days and hasn't been himself. He's got 3 new ones coming in at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;He likes food, real food - not mushy baby food but mashed potatoes, banana-nut bread, crock pot soft carrots and any other big poeple food squished to small bites. Today he tried a grilled-cheese sandwich, and who knows what else the grandma's feed him that I don't hear about... good thing there grandmas, and can get away with it&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1989131045659877615?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1989131045659877615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1989131045659877615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1989131045659877615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1989131045659877615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/10/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TL9YCv6XeLI/AAAAAAAACxg/5ToiM5IIiuk/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2349889676893341243</id><published>2010-10-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:34:24.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Check Out the Craft Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TLx24qvjL4I/AAAAAAAACxc/On9OTAotEFU/s1600/65248_474087635131_731785131_7373909_4896156_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TLx24qvjL4I/AAAAAAAACxc/On9OTAotEFU/s640/65248_474087635131_731785131_7373909_4896156_n.jpg" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2349889676893341243?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2349889676893341243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2349889676893341243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2349889676893341243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2349889676893341243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/10/come-check-out-craft-show.html' title='Come Check Out the Craft Show'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TLx24qvjL4I/AAAAAAAACxc/On9OTAotEFU/s72-c/65248_474087635131_731785131_7373909_4896156_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2924727156848956860</id><published>2010-10-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:30:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People to Parents</title><content type='html'>I'm loosing my identity. Anyone who knows me knows I'm pretty much obsessed with People magazine. It's been coming in the mail every Friday since I was like 8. Then when I got married, one day it just started coming in the mail &lt;em&gt;to my &lt;/em&gt;house. I truely do have the best momma ever. It was my&amp;nbsp;joyful Saturday afternoon reading material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I didn't get my Elin issue. I was sad. But the next issue came the next week so I didn't think much about it until about Wednesday when I was dropping off Carson my mom says "Hey Jenn, did you cancel People?" "I got a credit on my account and an email that said the subscription had been canceled." Um, NO I DID NOT. Why on earth would I do a crazy thing like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more People. I have gone through a serious mourning stage.&amp;nbsp;My gossip knowledge will never be the same - I guess I better start DVR-ing Entertainment Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have Parents. Weird, I know. When I opened my boppy around when Carson was born, inside was a postcard for six months free subscription to Parents magazine. I filled it out and mailed it in, and have been enjoying the mag ever since. Now that six months is up - I renewed for another year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my world coming too? I replaced People with Parents. Seriously? I think I'm slightly loosing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2924727156848956860?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2924727156848956860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2924727156848956860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2924727156848956860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2924727156848956860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-to-parents.html' title='People to Parents'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-599635009171111148</id><published>2010-10-05T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:49:30.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great-Grandpa &amp; Grandma Shields</title><content type='html'>Jordan's grandparents from Idaho came to visit over the weekend. It was fun to visit with them and have them meet Carson for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtR2b7VXAI/AAAAAAAACw4/q0icgKJ09Dk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtR2b7VXAI/AAAAAAAACw4/q0icgKJ09Dk/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtR85xY7RI/AAAAAAAACw8/KI_F4EWjAI0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtR85xY7RI/AAAAAAAACw8/KI_F4EWjAI0/s400/007.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtUu_TOLhI/AAAAAAAACxU/7xRKetSmlwU/s1600/0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtUu_TOLhI/AAAAAAAACxU/7xRKetSmlwU/s400/0191.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtVADg0S6I/AAAAAAAACxY/dOkgEiAw8sY/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtVADg0S6I/AAAAAAAACxY/dOkgEiAw8sY/s400/023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtSDv2A7MI/AAAAAAAACxA/rzYK5cZv_vw/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtSDv2A7MI/AAAAAAAACxA/rzYK5cZv_vw/s400/011.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-599635009171111148?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/599635009171111148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=599635009171111148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/599635009171111148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/599635009171111148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-grandpa-grandma-shields.html' title='Great-Grandpa &amp; Grandma Shields'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKtR2b7VXAI/AAAAAAAACw4/q0icgKJ09Dk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-599775719829019334</id><published>2010-09-19T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:56:30.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKe1_84fymI/AAAAAAAACwo/Am3UAP0pq9o/s1600/6mo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKe1_84fymI/AAAAAAAACwo/Am3UAP0pq9o/s400/6mo.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like Carson has grown the most between five and six months. He's sitting up all by himself. He talks, and talks, and talks. He LOVES to laugh. He's getting up on his knees and starting to rock, back and forth. Once this little man is mobile, it's all over. Maybe it's my fault because I dress him but with summer being so hot and my baby always breaking out in heat rash -- he lived in onsies but now that it's cooling off, I can put him in regular little man clothes and he is just the cutest thing. We love our Mister Carson, he's so much fun to have around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKe4hVwaGmI/AAAAAAAACw0/efVDoDZYShU/s1600/.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKe4hVwaGmI/AAAAAAAACw0/efVDoDZYShU/s400/.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-599775719829019334?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/599775719829019334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=599775719829019334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/599775719829019334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/599775719829019334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/six-months.html' title='Six Months'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKe1_84fymI/AAAAAAAACwo/Am3UAP0pq9o/s72-c/6mo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-996672672666824404</id><published>2010-09-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:29:23.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump, jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnvL3VDoI/AAAAAAAACwU/qEZsQoWaBaI/s1600/IMG_3780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnvL3VDoI/AAAAAAAACwU/qEZsQoWaBaI/s400/IMG_3780.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Trisha takes me jumping and makes me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnw0b_CuI/AAAAAAAACwY/HCfpyS_sWhY/s1600/IMG_3781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnw0b_CuI/AAAAAAAACwY/HCfpyS_sWhY/s400/IMG_3781.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;laugh, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYn0IrwE0I/AAAAAAAACwc/OPNozXzZVXA/s1600/IMG_3783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYn0IrwE0I/AAAAAAAACwc/OPNozXzZVXA/s400/IMG_3783.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;giggle, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYn2SAg7NI/AAAAAAAACwg/PQdccxnMEgU/s1600/IMG_3786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYn2SAg7NI/AAAAAAAACwg/PQdccxnMEgU/s400/IMG_3786.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;makes my hair all static, and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYn4wL076I/AAAAAAAACwk/fYJVdRWbecY/s1600/IMG_3792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYn4wL076I/AAAAAAAACwk/fYJVdRWbecY/s400/IMG_3792.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-996672672666824404?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/996672672666824404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=996672672666824404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/996672672666824404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/996672672666824404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/jump-jump.html' title='Jump, jump'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnvL3VDoI/AAAAAAAACwU/qEZsQoWaBaI/s72-c/IMG_3780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5001880090229086075</id><published>2010-09-15T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:25:12.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOoo, OOoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnQEMemyI/AAAAAAAACwM/CMYI0ZX_f8Y/s1600/IMG_3766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnQEMemyI/AAAAAAAACwM/CMYI0ZX_f8Y/s400/IMG_3766.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mister Carson is a OoOo-er. It's his favorite thing to do. Tell you stories all using one syllable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnSvHhL4I/AAAAAAAACwQ/3XTzWKwnCH8/s1600/IMG_3769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnSvHhL4I/AAAAAAAACwQ/3XTzWKwnCH8/s400/IMG_3769.JPG" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-5001880090229086075?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5001880090229086075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=5001880090229086075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5001880090229086075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5001880090229086075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/oooo-oooo.html' title='OOoo, OOoo'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYnQEMemyI/AAAAAAAACwM/CMYI0ZX_f8Y/s72-c/IMG_3766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7737764952595792950</id><published>2010-09-14T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:21:23.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 26th!</title><content type='html'>Jordan celebrating turning twenty-six. He's not one for celebrating or drawing attention to himself, but for some reason we celebrated three nights in a row! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYksYxt94I/AAAAAAAACwA/sQzhN497260/s1600/12+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYksYxt94I/AAAAAAAACwA/sQzhN497260/s400/12+008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday night we had cupcakes at my parents after Jordan's birthday dinner. Miss Charlie helped make the frosting and insisted on it being red/pink. &lt;em&gt;Jordan's such a good sport.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYlIwLwIAI/AAAAAAAACwE/CzO2KP6fFSI/s1600/IMG_3758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYlIwLwIAI/AAAAAAAACwE/CzO2KP6fFSI/s400/IMG_3758.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monday night, we had the annual ice cream cake celebration with Jordan's family and opened some presents. Miss Ashley wanted Jordan to share the money he was getting with her... &lt;em&gt;this time he wasn't such a good sport.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYlLFvbIyI/AAAAAAAACwI/SSoCKSMayRU/s1600/IMG_3760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYlLFvbIyI/AAAAAAAACwI/SSoCKSMayRU/s400/IMG_3760.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hear we're spending our anniversary in Provo this year, going to a BYU football AND basketball game in ONE day. How lucky am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next night, his actual birthday going to dinner together at our favorite Maggianos. And walking around the Fashion Show. It was the perfect evening without the babe, just me and him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;H.A.P.P.Y&amp;nbsp; B.I.R.T.H.D.A.Y JORD, I &amp;lt;3 YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7737764952595792950?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7737764952595792950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7737764952595792950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7737764952595792950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7737764952595792950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-26th.html' title='Happy 26th!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TKYksYxt94I/AAAAAAAACwA/sQzhN497260/s72-c/12+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6402076389512142745</id><published>2010-09-09T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:02:44.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>We went up to the Shields cabin with the Waite’s for Labor Day. The weather is absolutely beautiful this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TIkvA6szWcI/AAAAAAAACvw/wyYa2_XyOrE/s1600/12+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TIkvA6szWcI/AAAAAAAACvw/wyYa2_XyOrE/s400/12+005.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carson and Nixon enjoyed playing and sharing toys. Nixon can’t quite walk yet but he can grab on and push-walk. Carson was definitely enjoying the free ride. It was the cutest thing, with two proud momma’s cheering them on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6402076389512142745?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6402076389512142745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6402076389512142745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6402076389512142745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6402076389512142745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/09/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TIkvA6szWcI/AAAAAAAACvw/wyYa2_XyOrE/s72-c/12+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1143119291930070307</id><published>2010-08-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:11:38.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Progress Summer Get-A-Way</title><content type='html'>I am really enjoying my calling in Young Women’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/THLGyvnU4EI/AAAAAAAACvg/7tVGsqeDqGs/s1600/12+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/THLGyvnU4EI/AAAAAAAACvg/7tVGsqeDqGs/s400/12+003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When our presidency was put in a few months ago, the girls had little interest in their personal progress so we thought a little day trip to the beach might motivate them. And boy, did it work. I’ve really enjoyed their new excitement for sharing their experiences on Sunday and they had to do a few value projects in order to go on the summer get-a-way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t much, only a day trip and a lot of driving for the adults but it was such a great experience for the girls – they had so much fun. Out of thirteen, 5 had never been before and when we dropped off one of them at 11:00 pm. Saturday night she said, “it was the funnest day of her life and she would never forget it.” Now that’s what being a leader is all about. Making fun experiences for the girls that will influence them for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve totally forgotten what it’s like to be 14 again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They knew every word to songs when they came on the radio by only hearing the first note. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They talk, and talk, and talk. And then giggle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/THLG3G-PhsI/AAAAAAAACvo/htGoDSKzF4c/s1600/12+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/THLG3G-PhsI/AAAAAAAACvo/htGoDSKzF4c/s400/12+002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They ask you a million questions about your husband: How long did you date? How’d he propose? Where did you get married? Who named Carson? Are you having another? It was the biggest crack up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1143119291930070307?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1143119291930070307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1143119291930070307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1143119291930070307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1143119291930070307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/08/personal-progress-summer-get-way.html' title='Personal Progress Summer Get-A-Way'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/THLGyvnU4EI/AAAAAAAACvg/7tVGsqeDqGs/s72-c/12+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-9041068580928874079</id><published>2010-08-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:50:35.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month has gone by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Carson is FIVE months old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7nVuy2EgI/AAAAAAAACvA/MpYJO512xhQ/s1600/_+5mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7nVuy2EgI/AAAAAAAACvA/MpYJO512xhQ/s400/_+5mo.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes everyone let's all gasp toogether... not like I haven't heard every comment already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he's 20 pounds 10 oz.&amp;nbsp;and 26 1/2 in. long, he's my handsome big boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7nYgicCcI/AAAAAAAACvI/x2DvAFmhR2g/s1600/_+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7nYgicCcI/AAAAAAAACvI/x2DvAFmhR2g/s400/_+001.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves to belly LAUGH, and giggles for his daddy all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7ndBAkhdI/AAAAAAAACvQ/bjqSBD0Xnsw/s1600/_+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7ndBAkhdI/AAAAAAAACvQ/bjqSBD0Xnsw/s400/_+024.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He can SIT by himself, (and touch his toes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7nhKJ__mI/AAAAAAAACvY/c2TguZVjdfE/s1600/_+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7nhKJ__mI/AAAAAAAACvY/c2TguZVjdfE/s400/_+014.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and is the proud new owner of t.w.o. bottom TEETH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-9041068580928874079?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/9041068580928874079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=9041068580928874079&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9041068580928874079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/9041068580928874079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-month-has-gone-by.html' title='Another month has gone by.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TG7nVuy2EgI/AAAAAAAACvA/MpYJO512xhQ/s72-c/_+5mo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6142593017472318838</id><published>2010-08-15T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:26:26.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday was Sew much fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh04T4LhQI/AAAAAAAACuY/SXKU3MlDLkQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh04T4LhQI/AAAAAAAACuY/SXKU3MlDLkQ/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While Jordan did this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1Et6j_8I/AAAAAAAACug/__eWqvtwFnc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1Et6j_8I/AAAAAAAACug/__eWqvtwFnc/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Carson did that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1ssDOCXI/AAAAAAAACu4/pfviR1taMjY/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1ssDOCXI/AAAAAAAACu4/pfviR1taMjY/s320/016.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1W3OQodI/AAAAAAAACuo/PCsaBHTto3I/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1W3OQodI/AAAAAAAACuo/PCsaBHTto3I/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it was lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1pDjOl1I/AAAAAAAACuw/69JFIQBBxLQ/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh1pDjOl1I/AAAAAAAACuw/69JFIQBBxLQ/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you clearance bin (and mom) for the cutest Amy Butler patterns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6142593017472318838?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6142593017472318838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6142593017472318838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6142593017472318838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6142593017472318838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/08/saturday-was-sew-much-fun.html' title='Saturday was Sew much fun.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TGh04T4LhQI/AAAAAAAACuY/SXKU3MlDLkQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2250722282233708789</id><published>2010-08-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:38:27.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette Par-tay!</title><content type='html'>Our awesome and talented friend Brooks hosted a little Bachelorette Party last night since we are all OBSESSED with it. Personally, I wasn't in favor of "brown boy" but he was growing on me towards the end. I was TEAM CHRIS. And now am officially voting for him as the new Bachelor, great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't a fan of Ali either, actually she brothered me in pretty much every way, just a fan-&lt;em&gt;atic&lt;/em&gt; of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that Maggie was our pure entertainment for the evening and how much I LOVE HER. I haven't laughed and cried&amp;nbsp;so hard in&amp;nbsp;so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in LOVE with Roberto - and even taught us how to properly pronounce his name, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFg9333spAI/AAAAAAAACs4/oF9ASz5SctQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFg9333spAI/AAAAAAAACs4/oF9ASz5SctQ/s400/013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm sad I miss Maggie basically kissing the tv, when Roberto was on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFg-mgy16gI/AAAAAAAACtA/VvUnj91DOEY/s1600/002-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="140" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFg-mgy16gI/AAAAAAAACtA/VvUnj91DOEY/s400/002-horz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were all&amp;nbsp;basically shocked when she dumped Chris, although in the end that was a really classy move. 1 point Ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFg_USW8lHI/AAAAAAAACtI/jBbAXX8izBQ/s1600/006-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFg_USW8lHI/AAAAAAAACtI/jBbAXX8izBQ/s400/006-horz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="&amp;amp;p=b88bb9ff8cb9242da904cc&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" height="382" name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="LT" scale="noscale" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=b88bb9ff8cb9242da904cc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="408" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: center; width: 408px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt0" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't mean to exploit Maggie's emotions but who could resist her intense infatuation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was a great evening of food, games, prizes and chatting with the lady friends, THANKS BROOKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFhAcNCSkPI/AAAAAAAACtQ/QqaxuPpG3qA/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFhDqIKWavI/AAAAAAAACuA/mtt-eP2zC6U/s1600/bachelorette_party_050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFhDqIKWavI/AAAAAAAACuA/mtt-eP2zC6U/s400/bachelorette_party_050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFhDj08eG4I/AAAAAAAACt4/I10R_XcMC1Q/s1600/bachelorette_party_048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFhDj08eG4I/AAAAAAAACt4/I10R_XcMC1Q/s400/bachelorette_party_048.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFhAroUhYuI/AAAAAAAACtY/4KAeaIWMYDc/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFhAroUhYuI/AAAAAAAACtY/4KAeaIWMYDc/s400/025.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And Carson who was a complete trooper and pretty much slept the entire time, except a few instances where we were a bit too loud laughing and screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2250722282233708789?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2250722282233708789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2250722282233708789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2250722282233708789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2250722282233708789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/08/bachelorette-par-tay.html' title='Bachelorette Par-tay!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFg9333spAI/AAAAAAAACs4/oF9ASz5SctQ/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-3501415880065317</id><published>2010-08-01T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:42:08.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggle Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="&amp;amp;p=b84b20ca5fdb8bde59ed7b&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" height="382" name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="LT" scale="noscale" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=b84b20ca5fdb8bde59ed7b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="408" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: center; width: 408px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt1" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan can make Carson belly laugh like no other, and it's so cute to hear. This time I was fast enough to grab my camera and record it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFX2BE3rIrI/AAAAAAAACsw/u9lo1iUjO_c/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFX2BE3rIrI/AAAAAAAACsw/u9lo1iUjO_c/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson and I have fun on Sunday mornings getting ready for church together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFX1isDmKlI/AAAAAAAACsg/NCEm5ResKKk/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFX1isDmKlI/AAAAAAAACsg/NCEm5ResKKk/s400/024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves to cuddle for Sunday naps with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFX1yqoi6sI/AAAAAAAACso/zgSfjgch88M/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFX1yqoi6sI/AAAAAAAACso/zgSfjgch88M/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Shields are counting down the days until... &lt;strong&gt;"Rise and Shout, the Cougars are out..."&lt;/strong&gt; only a few more weeks and the football seasons kicks-off. When Jordan &amp;amp; I would go to the games I couldn't believe all the little babies I use to see there, now I'm trying to convince him he needs to take his little boy to the opening game too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-3501415880065317?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3501415880065317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=3501415880065317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3501415880065317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/3501415880065317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/08/giggle-monster.html' title='Giggle Monster'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TFX2BE3rIrI/AAAAAAAACsw/u9lo1iUjO_c/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-7189935587345129601</id><published>2010-07-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:30:23.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Carson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0pvXt-xQI/AAAAAAAACr4/AY7nh9BGjEM/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0pvXt-xQI/AAAAAAAACr4/AY7nh9BGjEM/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carson is teething. His two bottom teeth are a-comin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0p4d1kxtI/AAAAAAAACsA/A78aiAGote8/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0p4d1kxtI/AAAAAAAACsA/A78aiAGote8/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that I'm a mom, I feel like I'm always wearing a ponytail - I mean, I've always been more of a pony-tail type of girl but now it's ALL the time. When he grabs on he holds for dear life and I pretty much&amp;nbsp;feel like I want to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On another sad note, my necklace wearing days may be retiring for a time. Carson broke one of my favorites yesterday and inside I was really sad about it but who could blame this cute face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0pVSqzm2I/AAAAAAAACro/mKPIfMpqkMQ/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0pVSqzm2I/AAAAAAAACro/mKPIfMpqkMQ/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One minute he's playing, and the next he's out like a light, but&amp;nbsp;when I need him to sleep because it's bedtime -- no way hosay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0pjsp6XMI/AAAAAAAACrw/NZsbpuWXnnk/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0pjsp6XMI/AAAAAAAACrw/NZsbpuWXnnk/s400/017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-7189935587345129601?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7189935587345129601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=7189935587345129601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7189935587345129601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/7189935587345129601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-of-carson.html' title='The Life of Carson'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0pvXt-xQI/AAAAAAAACr4/AY7nh9BGjEM/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8359585838888859112</id><published>2010-07-25T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:16:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0mDKxRxmI/AAAAAAAACrg/6GvVRr6-074/s1600/091-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0mDKxRxmI/AAAAAAAACrg/6GvVRr6-074/s400/091-1.JPG" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We indulged in the North Las Vegas Stake Pioneer Days again this year. It's a huge tradition in our stake, as well as Jordan's family and we end up having a blast every year. Carson was a great trooper even with the excessive heat. We eat way too much good food, have one too many snow cones, and enjoy the best firework show ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0kqjGmgDI/AAAAAAAACrY/Wxrj2n5BS9M/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0kqjGmgDI/AAAAAAAACrY/Wxrj2n5BS9M/s400/084.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0kGT2h6eI/AAAAAAAACrI/XPmXQ3kvsNw/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0kGT2h6eI/AAAAAAAACrI/XPmXQ3kvsNw/s400/072.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since, Carson is a little scaredy-cat I was certain he would just flip-out and start crying during the extravaganza, but surprisingly he was just so facsinated with the bright lights the noise didn't seem to phase him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0ke6TlCrI/AAAAAAAACrQ/iJXpR8L8FhM/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0ke6TlCrI/AAAAAAAACrQ/iJXpR8L8FhM/s400/066.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of the cute young women I get to hang out with on a weekly basis. We were in charge of some booths for our ward. They all LOVE taking turns holding Carson. I love Angela's cute smile and posture. She just won Miss Nevada Outstanding Teen and gets to compete in the Miss USA Outstanding Teen pagent in August in Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8359585838888859112?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8359585838888859112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8359585838888859112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8359585838888859112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8359585838888859112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/pioneer-days.html' title='Pioneer Days'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TE0mDKxRxmI/AAAAAAAACrg/6GvVRr6-074/s72-c/091-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4024537513018845375</id><published>2010-07-20T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:31:16.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insider Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You would think I'd had some... but I didn't. Nada.&amp;nbsp;Just wishful thinking, on my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I do love however how people in our stake or mainly our ward really think that we DO have all this insider information. It’s kinda comical. We have the normal rants around the sunday dinner table - about our sunday meetings and oh, my gosh can you believe what so-and-so said over the pulpit, or I loved their talk -&amp;nbsp;that every other family does but it’s not like Pete says “hey, your ward’s going to be split on this date, and this is the bishop and these are the boundaries. Please people, we are not that privileged. He probably just sits there and laughs at us on the inside, like I know something you don't know. I would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So when our ward was re-aligned on Sunday, along with 3 other wards - #1 surprise to me, who would&amp;nbsp;have thought 4 wards,&amp;nbsp;my speculations were purely based on our ward, and maybe one other, but FOUR total, who knew.&amp;nbsp;I was just as surprised as everyone else in the congregation.&amp;nbsp;Therefore, &lt;em&gt;my speculation&lt;/em&gt; was TOTALLY OFF. I didn’t even get the name of the ward right - and that I for sure thought I knew but only because I saw a piece of mail on the counter with the name of a ward that wasn’t in our stake so I assumed oh that has to be the name of the new ward, umm obviously I was wrong on that one too. I was also&amp;nbsp;convinced we'd lose this one neighborhood with lots of fun members just because they are so far from us but surprise again - they're still with us. So even when we think we know, or think we've put the pieces together with over-heard conversations - we come up short handed too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TEYGGN5URBI/AAAAAAAACq4/IEOyCfgM5iU/s1600/ward_boundaries.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TEYGGN5URBI/AAAAAAAACq4/IEOyCfgM5iU/s400/ward_boundaries.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to sharing the gossip - just as President Shields counseled, haha. Effective next Sunday -- don't miss out, or show up at the wrong building ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4024537513018845375?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4024537513018845375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4024537513018845375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4024537513018845375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4024537513018845375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/insider-information.html' title='Insider Information'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TEYGGN5URBI/AAAAAAAACq4/IEOyCfgM5iU/s72-c/ward_boundaries.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1058515618291607723</id><published>2010-07-19T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:48:59.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESrLwALYPI/AAAAAAAACqw/hKCERASipJo/s1600/random+111_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESrLwALYPI/AAAAAAAACqw/hKCERASipJo/s400/random+111_1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's right it's been FOUR months, and oh.my.gosh. I can't believe it. He's still my chunky little monkey sleeping all through the night and I'm loving it. He's adjusted really well to spending time with the grandma's while I'm working and I think they secretly love spending a few hours every couple days with our little cuddiler too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1058515618291607723?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1058515618291607723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1058515618291607723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1058515618291607723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1058515618291607723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/four-months.html' title='FOUR months'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESrLwALYPI/AAAAAAAACqw/hKCERASipJo/s72-c/random+111_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6898993540758469583</id><published>2010-07-19T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:44:15.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bekah's Going-Away Dinner</title><content type='html'>My twin-sister Bekah is moving.... to BOSTON! Oh, I'm so jealous of her. I've wanted to visit Boston since like my WHOLE life and now she gets to LIVE there. We all know I will be visiting in the spring when she's all settled and it's not cold and snowing. I'm super excited for her and her new found adventure. I know she'll be very successful in her currect career in a new found fun and exciting city. She leaves next week for her week long trek across country, with some stops to visit family and friends along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This gave us the perfect excuse for one last dinner out with Bekah before she leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESod172CSI/AAAAAAAACqg/sj5U4vqu7G8/s1600/random+104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESod172CSI/AAAAAAAACqg/sj5U4vqu7G8/s400/random+104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESob7kmOiI/AAAAAAAACqY/E4YXCt-jQiw/s1600/random+102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESob7kmOiI/AAAAAAAACqY/E4YXCt-jQiw/s400/random+102.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Matt &amp;amp; Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoVcLg8iI/AAAAAAAACqI/LOODOPvrlsI/s1600/random+097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoVcLg8iI/AAAAAAAACqI/LOODOPvrlsI/s400/random+097.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bekah and the babies - Parker &amp;amp; Carson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoTKqbAQI/AAAAAAAACqA/xT3nb1NshhY/s1600/random+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoTKqbAQI/AAAAAAAACqA/xT3nb1NshhY/s400/random+096.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mr. Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoX_mdnwI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Ll1Fhqci6hc/s1600/random+100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoX_mdnwI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Ll1Fhqci6hc/s400/random+100.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Scotty never acts his age around Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoe-uJ3BI/AAAAAAAACqo/lpUT48jGDYc/s1600/random+106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoe-uJ3BI/AAAAAAAACqo/lpUT48jGDYc/s400/random+106.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;me, my mom, my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoOi_JEUI/AAAAAAAACp4/sQTztYkKV6Y/s1600/random+094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoOi_JEUI/AAAAAAAACp4/sQTztYkKV6Y/s400/random+094.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoKoEYYwI/AAAAAAAACpw/d-0-ssNrF4o/s1600/random+093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESoKoEYYwI/AAAAAAAACpw/d-0-ssNrF4o/s400/random+093.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/284536701640239664-6898993540758469583?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6898993540758469583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6898993540758469583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6898993540758469583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6898993540758469583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/bekahs-going-away-dinner.html' title='Bekah&apos;s Going-Away Dinner'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TESod172CSI/AAAAAAAACqg/sj5U4vqu7G8/s72-c/random+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5105754713499364161</id><published>2010-07-12T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:43:52.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess when you're tired, you'll sleep anywhere - in any position.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our church is right in the middle of Carson's naptime. I seriously try all through sacrament and sunday school to get this little bugger to sleep but he's so fascinated at what's going on around us he's swears he's going to miss out on something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDvRR8NslhI/AAAAAAAACpo/G9CoOem1Tj4/s1600/downsize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDvRR8NslhI/AAAAAAAACpo/G9CoOem1Tj4/s400/downsize.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture, taken by Garrett's cellphone after priesthood just cracks me up. That can not be comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-5105754713499364161?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5105754713499364161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=5105754713499364161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5105754713499364161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/5105754713499364161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-guess-when-youre-tired-youll-sleep.html' title='I guess when you&apos;re tired, you&apos;ll sleep anywhere - in any position.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDvRR8NslhI/AAAAAAAACpo/G9CoOem1Tj4/s72-c/downsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2469389703217632227</id><published>2010-07-08T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:46:02.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXqE0M0PgI/AAAAAAAACmY/fS5ozSNtM5A/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXqE0M0PgI/AAAAAAAACmY/fS5ozSNtM5A/s400/096.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our extended holiday weekend was fabulous. We went with my family on our annual Lake Powell trip. The Fourth of July part was low-key, no fireworks and although we had intentions of boating out to watch the ones Page puts on, we were having too much fun chatting that it kind-of just happened in the background. It was nice to vacation with my parents and two brothers’ families. Well, I guess Scotty is a brother but with no family yet, &lt;em&gt;so ladies he’s cute and single.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jordan’s been pretty busy this summer with work and school, that we’ve hardly seen him. So it was really nice to spend a few days of relaxation, with no studying and have him all to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXtqYDl4ZI/AAAAAAAACoo/-WqVHuWuDMU/s1600/182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXtqYDl4ZI/AAAAAAAACoo/-WqVHuWuDMU/s400/182.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The picture over-kill begins... (and in no particular order).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXqNZEaeHI/AAAAAAAACmg/3kwRrCFxX8E/s1600/142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXqNZEaeHI/AAAAAAAACmg/3kwRrCFxX8E/s400/142.JPG" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXqmkxQudI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZkJ3bhE2Z2w/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXqmkxQudI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZkJ3bhE2Z2w/s320/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The title has officially changed, from "Captain Ron" to "Captain Grandpa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXq4BkqX6I/AAAAAAAACm4/1XoKIKFJtho/s1600/194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXq4BkqX6I/AAAAAAAACm4/1XoKIKFJtho/s400/194.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXt2Pid6PI/AAAAAAAACow/AYDThnCk6SQ/s1600/183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXt2Pid6PI/AAAAAAAACow/AYDThnCk6SQ/s400/183.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrEcbTezI/AAAAAAAACnA/TMDgNYDMrd8/s1600/126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrEcbTezI/AAAAAAAACnA/TMDgNYDMrd8/s400/126.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The water was a little chilly for Cars but he still managed to get in and splash around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrP1zMLnI/AAAAAAAACnI/i4kYD4W_Dds/s1600/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrP1zMLnI/AAAAAAAACnI/i4kYD4W_Dds/s400/129.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrczHUFOI/AAAAAAAACnQ/_Sy7dvhE34k/s1600/132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrczHUFOI/AAAAAAAACnQ/_Sy7dvhE34k/s400/132.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom waited to long to reserve a dog run at the doggy palace, so Kruger made his debut with us at the lake and I think he did very well, and might be accompanying us every summer now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXr3-oLpoI/AAAAAAAACng/5rDRqi7wJf4/s1600/143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXr3-oLpoI/AAAAAAAACng/5rDRqi7wJf4/s400/143.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jordan and Drew has some intense squirt gun fights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXsD5uaPkI/AAAAAAAACno/Dv_-zhK59rU/s1600/160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXsD5uaPkI/AAAAAAAACno/Dv_-zhK59rU/s400/160.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXsViNjfoI/AAAAAAAACnw/qbrpyD9mAJ8/s1600/149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXsViNjfoI/AAAAAAAACnw/qbrpyD9mAJ8/s400/149.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scotty just thinks he is that cool, next time he needs a "friend." He was a little lonely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXsiAMFIDI/AAAAAAAACn4/OUj6T0i8QBc/s1600/158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXsiAMFIDI/AAAAAAAACn4/OUj6T0i8QBc/s400/158.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parker just loved to chill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXss6YeZfI/AAAAAAAACoA/i8raDr6JvUk/s1600/161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXss6YeZfI/AAAAAAAACoA/i8raDr6JvUk/s400/161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlie loved helping with the babies. She was so good with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXs43WJ7WI/AAAAAAAACoI/MEWA-piDS7A/s1600/166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXs43WJ7WI/AAAAAAAACoI/MEWA-piDS7A/s400/166.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXtR2OeT1I/AAAAAAAACoY/sVwNI8QpPiU/s1600/179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXtR2OeT1I/AAAAAAAACoY/sVwNI8QpPiU/s400/179.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're a card family. This time we went back to the basics with Uno, and Skip-bo and I introduced the fam to Phase10MASTERS. I even got Jordan to play a couple hands too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXtEo8u7bI/AAAAAAAACoQ/8Tryvdz1_ok/s1600/177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXtEo8u7bI/AAAAAAAACoQ/8Tryvdz1_ok/s400/177.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXteMDnH9I/AAAAAAAACog/yJcggcXzvCU/s1600/180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXteMDnH9I/AAAAAAAACog/yJcggcXzvCU/s400/180.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night Grandpa would "help" fish with Drew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuL0niM8I/AAAAAAAACpA/PnaN70L6Ta0/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuL0niM8I/AAAAAAAACpA/PnaN70L6Ta0/s400/059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was so excited when they caught a fish!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuX_RAhjI/AAAAAAAACpI/LVpvLJQFrSQ/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuX_RAhjI/AAAAAAAACpI/LVpvLJQFrSQ/s400/061.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that face!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXukBIkokI/AAAAAAAACpQ/W8MvQ_U9JxY/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXukBIkokI/AAAAAAAACpQ/W8MvQ_U9JxY/s400/064.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlie wanted to be right there next to the action but was a little hesitant to actually get anywhere close to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuvKQVJII/AAAAAAAACpY/OZwPLBR35i0/s1600/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuvKQVJII/AAAAAAAACpY/OZwPLBR35i0/s400/112.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuBKheFqI/AAAAAAAACo4/GDticG28oug/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXuBKheFqI/AAAAAAAACo4/GDticG28oug/s400/055.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXu7jMZMdI/AAAAAAAACpg/XYJWFNNaSqE/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXu7jMZMdI/AAAAAAAACpg/XYJWFNNaSqE/s320/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We really enjoyed our time with my family. Carson's officially a great traveler. He did really well in the car, both there and back. And I can't wait til he'll be a little fishy with the big kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrsGicXKI/AAAAAAAACnY/QY99h3NMp0c/s1600/137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXrsGicXKI/AAAAAAAACnY/QY99h3NMp0c/s400/137.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-2469389703217632227?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2469389703217632227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2469389703217632227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2469389703217632227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2469389703217632227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TDXqE0M0PgI/AAAAAAAACmY/fS5ozSNtM5A/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-1647948117971890108</id><published>2010-06-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:16:24.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TB01jtlVmfI/AAAAAAAAClw/qqeawhDclPE/s1600/3mo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TB01jtlVmfI/AAAAAAAAClw/qqeawhDclPE/s400/3mo.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love his chubbiness. Carson looks so much like Jordan. I'm&amp;nbsp;so indecisive and couldn't decide on a middle name so Jordan picked for me. I would have used Jordan, but really disliked the initials "CJ" and didn't want anyone calling him that -- little did I know he was seriously going to be a mini Jordan. They look so much alike. Sometimes I see a feature here or there that's mine but for the most part our little "CPfor3", is all his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TB015Dta6NI/AAAAAAAACl4/9MjhFyDeCiQ/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TB015Dta6NI/AAAAAAAACl4/9MjhFyDeCiQ/s400/022.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this the cutest picture of him discovering his hands. His hands that are always in his mouth! He loves to naw on his whole fist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TB02KIQxNRI/AAAAAAAACmA/GvJrvjLU8FY/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TB02KIQxNRI/AAAAAAAACmA/GvJrvjLU8FY/s400/042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves his toy Grandpa Marx got for him. He just plays and plays, and giggles in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1330688933"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1330688934"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-1647948117971890108?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1647948117971890108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=1647948117971890108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1647948117971890108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/1647948117971890108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-months.html' title='Three Months.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TB01jtlVmfI/AAAAAAAAClw/qqeawhDclPE/s72-c/3mo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4267831026208627781</id><published>2010-06-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:12:42.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to work I go. My time off was more than refreshing. I got nothing accomplished on my "when I'm on maternity&amp;nbsp;leave, I'm going to&amp;nbsp;do this, this, and that." I didn't even establish cooking dinner, maybe next time :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man has brought more joy and happiness into my life than I ever thought possible. He keeps me grounded, and it's no longer about me - it's entirely about his needs and his schedule. I know my working-mom status won't be long but that's just how life is sometimes. Needing and wanting are two totally different things - and at this stage&amp;nbsp;in our lives I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to keep working. I can't complain. I enjoy where I work, and who I work for, and with. I'm just lucky to have had a job to come back too. When people ask me how it's going? It's fine. Would I rather be at home? Of course. But I've been pysching myself up for it for about a month, and it's going well. And it's comforting knowing Carson's being well taken care of for the few hours I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is going to be crazy. Jordan is finishing his last few classes and embarking on a new adventure that he's so excited about that makes me excited for him. Schooling was so much easier without kids. Now we juggle studying and homework in between naps, and late at night after Carson has gone to bed. But, there is light at the end of the tunnel and he'll be done soon enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4267831026208627781?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4267831026208627781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4267831026208627781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4267831026208627781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4267831026208627781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-to-work-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4301632065051017737</id><published>2010-06-05T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:22:37.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Marx is Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqH8aeWFWI/AAAAAAAACk4/ZstRKvq6kPA/s1600/31040_1423210813054_1016235103_31205277_3747128_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqH8aeWFWI/AAAAAAAACk4/ZstRKvq6kPA/s400/31040_1423210813054_1016235103_31205277_3747128_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My little brother Scotty returned home from the Brazil Belo Horizonte Mission&amp;nbsp;on Thursday. I was so excited to see him! Two years is a LONG time. He is so skinny and tan. It is so good to have hime home. He has a hard time speaking in English, but it will come back soon enough. We all went to the airport to greet him. He requested NO signs and screaming, but we made a few for the little ones to run around with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqFnBcJa0I/AAAAAAAACjg/tqyuimFW43w/s400/014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGENS6EsI/AAAAAAAACjw/OUxniaBErMo/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGENS6EsI/AAAAAAAACjw/OUxniaBErMo/s400/023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGVczEJrI/AAAAAAAACj4/nP6XdbpBiPE/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGVczEJrI/AAAAAAAACj4/nP6XdbpBiPE/s400/029.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGviwEQ5I/AAAAAAAACkI/-_kFzsPbUGY/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGviwEQ5I/AAAAAAAACkI/-_kFzsPbUGY/s400/035.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGj0Sl4yI/AAAAAAAACkA/yPXBdGFclsM/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqGj0Sl4yI/AAAAAAAACkA/yPXBdGFclsM/s400/033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqG9HILM9I/AAAAAAAACkQ/EosebiISVaA/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqG9HILM9I/AAAAAAAACkQ/EosebiISVaA/s400/038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqF3R9JvhI/AAAAAAAACjo/OWQ5JaeJKAg/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqF3R9JvhI/AAAAAAAACjo/OWQ5JaeJKAg/s400/018.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I would say in my teenage years I was closest to Scotty. We spent the most time at home together, just us while the others went off and got married. We spent lots of time driving across town to school together and then sharing our cars. We had a lot in common. We were the only two that ever got into snowboarding and listened to the same music, and I didn't even mind sharing&amp;nbsp;a bathroom with him. I miss our late night chats and it was so fun to have a mini-one the other night. I am in awe of his greatness. He has grown into such a fine young man and I AM SO PROUD of him and his decision to serve the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqHPkPh4DI/AAAAAAAACkY/aJucLyyvRqA/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqHPkPh4DI/AAAAAAAACkY/aJucLyyvRqA/s400/048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He was so fascinated with everyone's cell phones. Trust me, we don't have anything special like the Iphone but he didn't waste anytime ordering the verizon droid the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqHQ9V1c_I/AAAAAAAACko/eB3tlcL3KA4/s1600/31040_1423211373068_1016235103_31205290_2162816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqHQ9V1c_I/AAAAAAAACko/eB3tlcL3KA4/s400/31040_1423211373068_1016235103_31205290_2162816_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;is and has always been the life of the party. He's funny and quick-witted and it's been a little dull around my parents house the last couple years. Oh, I'm just so estatic he's home - even though it's a little sad we don't live across the hall anymore. He still has a hard time comphrending I'm a mom. That's ok, so am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4301632065051017737?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4301632065051017737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4301632065051017737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4301632065051017737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4301632065051017737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/elder-marx-is-home.html' title='Elder Marx is Home!'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAqH8aeWFWI/AAAAAAAACk4/ZstRKvq6kPA/s72-c/31040_1423210813054_1016235103_31205277_3747128_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-2748819359099498440</id><published>2010-06-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:09:09.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my yellow light is always trying to tell me something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TArBTlrl5AI/AAAAAAAAClA/g8YEkHHwUtk/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TArBTlrl5AI/AAAAAAAAClA/g8YEkHHwUtk/s400/045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life I just don't like doing. Unfortunately, one of them is stopping and getting gas. Most of the time I'm running late, and just need to get to where I'm going. I've been know to coast and suck fumes until I reach the corner gas station, but this is twice now that I've run out of gas and Jordan just might divorce me over it.. since he always drives on half full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TArBgKIjl9I/AAAAAAAAClI/rM_87yVELHA/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TArBgKIjl9I/AAAAAAAAClI/rM_87yVELHA/s400/047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;He was not in the best of moods, and not excatly thrilled I was taking pictures either.&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/284536701640239664-2748819359099498440?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2748819359099498440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=2748819359099498440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2748819359099498440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/2748819359099498440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-yellow-light-is-always-trying-to.html' title='my yellow light is always trying to tell me something.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TArBTlrl5AI/AAAAAAAAClA/g8YEkHHwUtk/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8313015896990849739</id><published>2010-06-02T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:24:38.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simply priceless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAX865DzziI/AAAAAAAACi4/oryNKzAaBsI/s1600/harp+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAX865DzziI/AAAAAAAACi4/oryNKzAaBsI/s400/harp+019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my Grandma and Grandpa Marx. They have always lived in Las Vegas, so I get to see them quite often. As I've gotten older, life gets busier and I don't get over to see them as much as I should. Today, I spent pretty much the entire day with both, doing different things, at different times - but just being with them.&amp;nbsp;The more I sit and listen the more I learn about them, about my extended family (like geneology) and about life. It's exciting and fun and I should be writing more of this down. A conversation with Lit &amp;amp; Ash got me counting.&amp;nbsp;I hope my numbers are right, if not it's my mom's fault since she's in charge of the annual&amp;nbsp;Marx family phone directory, which is so&amp;nbsp;nice and handy. My grandparents had 8 children. Who had&amp;nbsp;37 grandchildren [not incl. spouses], who's had 55 great-grandchildren, and one on the way. &lt;em&gt;I didn't include my aunt Laura's, who married my uncle with 6 kids, and 23 grandchildren of her own. But I know my grandparents love them and include them in everything too.&amp;nbsp;So just add another 29 to that. &lt;/em&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've said, "oh, that's my cousin" to someone while talking. And besides a select few, we all basically live in Las Vegas. That's just a lot of relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa had a stroke a while back and has never been the same. To me, he just got older really quick. They were the traveling grandparents growing up, always on the go in their motorhome whether in Quartzsite with their lifelong friends, entire summers on Lake Powell staying week to week with a different child's family, or making the annual trip to the Shakespearean festival - they were always all over the place. But they never missed, and still don't, a family event. On so many occasions I can remember them changing their plans or cutting a trip short to come home because something "important" was happening. With my grandpa's health, their traveling has pretty much come to an end besides an occasional outing that one of the boys has to drive them too. And when I say boys, my grandma had one girl and 7 boys!! SEVEN. I would have stopped after two knowing the mischief the Marx brothers would get into growing up. I'm surprised non of them ended up in jail or even worse got killed. The stories they have would make any mother gringe and I mean taking an engine out of a car, putting their little brother in it and pushing it down a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAX9p7SPtfI/AAAAAAAACjA/kIkkILcCdfg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAX9p7SPtfI/AAAAAAAACjA/kIkkILcCdfg/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Glen, my dad, Carson, Steve, grandpa, and Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad started taking grandpa out to lunch every Tuesday just so he could get out of the house. And now over a year later it's tradition. They go out to lunch every Tuesday, same place, same time and whatever brothers can make it, do. I've heard about it for awhile and since I now have a boy. I figured I could invite myself to the party if I brought him. They go to Souper Salad, which isn't anyone's first choice but Grandpa just LOVES it. It tickles me how much he looks forward to it, EVERY week. My grandma said she can't schedule any doctor's appointments on that day because he's just terrified he would miss it. The hostesses greet him, the owner knows them by name, and he's treated like royalty, which is exactly what he deserves. He's an amazing person, he's lived a righteous life, is&amp;nbsp;so strong in the gospel and loves his family more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAYBQiYjlSI/AAAAAAAACjY/jWtW7qzaJzg/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAYBQiYjlSI/AAAAAAAACjY/jWtW7qzaJzg/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My grandma is super woman and knows how to pretty much do anything. I needed to emboss a name on scripture cases, and when their handmade (not by&amp;nbsp;me, I wish.) and Deseret Book, or any other place wouldn't do it -&amp;nbsp;grandma came to the rescue. She has so many cool gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAYBFhI_mDI/AAAAAAAACjQ/UqxaLA83OrQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAYBFhI_mDI/AAAAAAAACjQ/UqxaLA83OrQ/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She told me the story of how she came to own this priceless gem. When Berdella&amp;nbsp;Marx died&amp;nbsp;(my great-grandma), my grandma only wanted one thing, her&amp;nbsp;monogramming machine. Since my grandpa's two sisters didn't want to learn how to use it, my grandpa got&amp;nbsp;it for his sweet wife. It's so cute and ancient, from the 1950's. Berdella had a make-shift storefront out of her garage&amp;nbsp;back then where she&amp;nbsp;would emboss peoples names on their&amp;nbsp;scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between driving and embossing we chatting about everything under the sun and ended up spending&amp;nbsp;the entire afternoon together.&amp;nbsp;Simply priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8313015896990849739?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8313015896990849739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8313015896990849739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8313015896990849739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8313015896990849739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/06/simply-priceless.html' title='simply priceless.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAX865DzziI/AAAAAAAACi4/oryNKzAaBsI/s72-c/harp+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8738615062959388358</id><published>2010-05-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T06:04:19.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing like a weed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAJepLAqljI/AAAAAAAACig/Jw6NEskZnIE/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAJepLAqljI/AAAAAAAACig/Jw6NEskZnIE/s400/026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was told over and over again that&amp;nbsp;babies go through clothes really fast and you don't need ten packages of onsies in newborn size because they don't stay in them very long. I didn't listen and just made sure to change the babe's outfit at least three times a day to justify. Friday was sad. I did the babe's laundry and packed away all the newborn and 0-3 mo. sizes. He has some cute outfits, I just hope one day I'll have another little boy so I can use them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAJe-TZeTlI/AAAAAAAACio/UfJ6rPlJbbw/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAJe-TZeTlI/AAAAAAAACio/UfJ6rPlJbbw/s400/038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He's discovered his spit. He likes to blow bubbles. Kinda gross, but even so, aren't all the things you're kids do just too&amp;nbsp;cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAJg3alyHjI/AAAAAAAACiw/XhIr8yri354/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAJg3alyHjI/AAAAAAAACiw/XhIr8yri354/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Carson has what I call "first&amp;nbsp;born syndrome." He gets all the attention and someone's always there to hold him. Frankly,&amp;nbsp;I was getting tired of holding him all day. Everyone kept telling me he needs a swing, and that's what saved them. I went out and bought a swing, but by then it was too late because he hated it. Everytime we put him in it, he would just scream -- he wasn't a fan and I was bitter towards everyone that said it was their saving grace. I'm pleased to report that with a little swing time everyday, he is getting better and now he falls asleep in it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/284536701640239664-8738615062959388358?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8738615062959388358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8738615062959388358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8738615062959388358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8738615062959388358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-told-over-and-over-again-that-go.html' title='Growing like a weed.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/TAJepLAqljI/AAAAAAAACig/Jw6NEskZnIE/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-4046330448276552679</id><published>2010-05-25T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:18:49.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jordan usually rides up to Mesquite with his dad. Since his dad&amp;nbsp;was out of town, we decided to tag along instead. We were along for the ride while Jordan made the rounds to the job sites and checked on things in Mesquite and Logandale. It totally reminded me of when I was little and I would tag along with my dad going from jobsite to jobsite or drop off checks to the&amp;nbsp;workers on paydays. When I was a little older I would have to drive behind him when he moved equipement around town, &lt;em&gt;and that was always interesting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xaN62aBxI/AAAAAAAAChY/EbqHEh0OXOs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xaN62aBxI/AAAAAAAAChY/EbqHEh0OXOs/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xabfS3gFI/AAAAAAAAChg/4qDyhzyMgtI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xabfS3gFI/AAAAAAAAChg/4qDyhzyMgtI/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Everyone is always so fascinated with his red hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xikztHxeI/AAAAAAAACiI/8jCmRryRCvI/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xikztHxeI/AAAAAAAACiI/8jCmRryRCvI/s400/013.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xomNAF9fI/AAAAAAAACiY/WWWN6JbWLis/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xomNAF9fI/AAAAAAAACiY/WWWN6JbWLis/s400/009.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I tell people my husband works in Mesquite, I always get the funniest looks and comments. Yes, he drives an hour each way, everyday, but once he's there he swears it's so much better than driving in Vegas traffic all day. It was nice to spend time with Jordan in the car. I like the car. There's something about it that just makes you talk. Not talking like laying in bed, totally exhausted and only half listening at the end of a long day but really communicating. We talked about life and our future plans and what we want to accomplish in the next year. It was just really nice and refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xZ-qU8sqI/AAAAAAAAChQ/nWE5rQgFQ6E/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xZ-qU8sqI/AAAAAAAAChQ/nWE5rQgFQ6E/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mesquite is such an interesting town, in a weird way. It seemed like every neighborhood&amp;nbsp;is on a golf course with tiny houses. They must all be old people. And it got me thinking, are there really enough people that live/vacation there to play golf on the gazillion courses in that small town? I just think I would be bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xiSuhuNmI/AAAAAAAACiA/RTveWi6qMB8/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xiSuhuNmI/AAAAAAAACiA/RTveWi6qMB8/s400/021.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-4046330448276552679?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4046330448276552679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=4046330448276552679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4046330448276552679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/4046330448276552679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/05/working-with-daddy.html' title='Working with Daddy'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_xaN62aBxI/AAAAAAAAChY/EbqHEh0OXOs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-6263391046750789723</id><published>2010-05-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:46:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_V_Dvc_vHI/AAAAAAAAChE/YL9JvAUZ9RA/s1600/026(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_V_Dvc_vHI/AAAAAAAAChE/YL9JvAUZ9RA/s400/026(2).JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carson definitely has RED hair. &lt;em&gt;I have a red head.&lt;/em&gt; Humm. Little man has a double chin, and scrumptious cheeks. It just makes you want to kiss them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sleeping really well at night, usually 6-8 hours. On Mother's Day we had to plan out our day since both Jordan and I both have brother's out on missions. We figured Zack would be calling in the morning since he's 9 hours ahead of us. I was so tired Saturday night and I often go to bed dreading hearing the&amp;nbsp;cry to come feed him. Carson gave me a nice Mother's Day present... HE SLEPT, and I mean really slept. We put him to bed at 10pm, and Jordan WOKE him up at 8am so we could go to his parents to talk to Zack. I couldn't believe 10 hours,&amp;nbsp;and I really couldn't believe I didn't wake up either?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-6263391046750789723?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6263391046750789723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=6263391046750789723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6263391046750789723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/6263391046750789723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_V_Dvc_vHI/AAAAAAAAChE/YL9JvAUZ9RA/s72-c/026(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-422565298044906235</id><published>2010-05-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:59:05.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish, Splash, I'm Taking A Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Carson is just like his dad in so many ways. I've always teased Jordan that he takes way more showers in a day than necessary, and enjoys swimming a little too much, but Carson is just like him! He is such a water baby. He loves taking his baths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="&amp;amp;p=af517006d3b821806da507&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" height="382" name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="LT" scale="noscale" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=af517006d3b821806da507" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="408" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: center; width: 408px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_Lg7PeLPkI/AAAAAAAACgs/vcDKmQUrpzM/s1600/DSC00604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_Lg7PeLPkI/AAAAAAAACgs/vcDKmQUrpzM/s400/DSC00604.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When he gets out, he's not so happy. He doesn't enjoy being cold, and having a lotion rub down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_LhMLlf_RI/AAAAAAAACg0/s0-1EG0MxiI/s1600/DSC00614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_LhMLlf_RI/AAAAAAAACg0/s0-1EG0MxiI/s400/DSC00614.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since he's pretty worn out from from crying on the changing table, he just wants to be left alone for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_LhYbRCfyI/AAAAAAAACg8/YjFipHfTIlY/s1600/DSC00622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_LhYbRCfyI/AAAAAAAACg8/YjFipHfTIlY/s400/DSC00622.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then he wants to snuggle. He's my snuggiler and I LOVE IT. So cute, and chunky -- he curles right up to me and falls asleep. One happy baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/284536701640239664-422565298044906235?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/422565298044906235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=422565298044906235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/422565298044906235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/422565298044906235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/05/splish-splash-im-taking-bath.html' title='Splish, Splash, I&apos;m Taking A Bath'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S_Lg7PeLPkI/AAAAAAAACgs/vcDKmQUrpzM/s72-c/DSC00604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-8487149488484273242</id><published>2010-05-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:30:17.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Sara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-8CUOvUbBI/AAAAAAAACgU/KuZOXNEja-g/s1600/100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-8CUOvUbBI/AAAAAAAACgU/KuZOXNEja-g/s400/100.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss my Sara.. she was my 90210 buddy! It just hasn't been the same since she's moved to Carson City. She use to walk&amp;nbsp;over every Tuesday night and watch&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;drama&amp;nbsp;with me. Now we have to watch alone and then text about it. Definitely not as fun! But I was so excited I got to see her while she was in town. And you'll never guess what we did, after having our lunch date of course.. watch our favorite show together. Good times. I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284536701640239664-8487149488484273242?l=mazenopeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8487149488484273242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284536701640239664&amp;postID=8487149488484273242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8487149488484273242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284536701640239664/posts/default/8487149488484273242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazenopeak.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-sara.html' title='Oh, Sara.'/><author><name>Jenn Shields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977503594905457644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-8CUOvUbBI/AAAAAAAACgU/KuZOXNEja-g/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284536701640239664.post-5396059316153239078</id><published>2010-05-15T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:36:01.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-7zCoyxjlI/AAAAAAAACe8/pi9scqYI7nY/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-7zCoyxjlI/AAAAAAAACe8/pi9scqYI7nY/s400/046.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We went to San Diego to visit my brother Brad &amp;amp; Kara, and little miss Hallie. Carson did so well in the truck. He slept the majority of the way, and when he wasn't sleeping he was just his happy go-lucky self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-70Q4PMYSI/AAAAAAAACf0/841Y2TYlZa0/s1600/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-70Q4PMYSI/AAAAAAAACf0/841Y2TYlZa0/s400/085.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hallie was so excited to see Baby Carson. She wanted to hold him and feed him and play. She was so cute with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the newly renovated Mormon Battalion in Old Town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-1YR4VughI/AAAAAAAACec/DbKrI4dHkiw/s1600/mormon+battalion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-1YR4VughI/AAAAAAAACec/DbKrI4dHkiw/s400/mormon+battalion.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-1Yle-DhUI/AAAAAAAACek/LpfxNoYbbDA/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-1Yle-DhUI/AAAAAAAACek/LpfxNoYbbDA/s400/054.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Brad did the honors and played dress-up, then we went to dig for gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-1Yxl2sdXI/AAAAAAAACes/srB_LnK5H9E/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-1Yxl2sdXI/AAAAAAAACes/srB_LnK5H9E/s400/058.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to drive over the bridge to Coronado Island since I'd never been. I'm not sure Jordan was as enthusastic about it. I never knew he was so afraid of heights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDjA/S-7zQPiaqtI/AAAAAAAACfE/hNXi7XBHGdw/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_so8S47XZDj
