<?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-4327626473387010681</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:44:29.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reddish Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Love...it's not who you live with, it's who you can't live without.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3644553182326737927</id><published>2012-02-02T16:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:15:05.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is already gone and it seemed to fly by. This has been a CRAZY winter. We have hardly had any snow and honestly, it's kinda depressing. I do like the winter months if there is snow, but just the cold plus mud is not very fun. January is an insane month for our family. We have 5 birthdays to celebrate in the first 2 weeks so we run around and get to see family alot, which we love! Also, our sweet Keyton has one of those birthdays and this year he turned 6. He is getting so big. I will do a separate birthday post for him. Other than that, here is what happened in our January.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704734346106804690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdbDxuMyqBE/TytJqa2qmdI/AAAAAAAAArY/Rq9wsAVcEnk/s320/IMG_2384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have only had a couple decent snowstorms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we have taken advantage of each one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trevor helped the boys build this amazing snowman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late one night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704754751417897554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgENWQ6hHDk/TytcOKj8UlI/AAAAAAAAArw/JCfR_GaNgAU/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seth is getting so big! He is still my shy mama's boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which I enjoy most of the time. He thinks potty training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is for the birds and may be 7 before he decides to try it (GRRRR)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I just can't resist those eyes! Can't you see what I mean???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite things to say right now are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't like my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't like my dinner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(are you getting the idea?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and still his ultimate favorite: NOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves horses and always wants to go to grandpa's to ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love that he is a little cowboy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704754370691238466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pW2lqPOjbrs/Tytb4APoikI/AAAAAAAAArk/b96E4Nw7GvM/s320/IMG_2378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally got to meet our sweet little niece who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was 6 weeks preemie. And she is such a doll. I couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put her down. I love that cuddly newborn phase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704691778904737954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gox0gEXbxNA/Tysi8rq1SKI/AAAAAAAAArM/PkJi0VtrH4k/s320/IMG_2422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And doing what are kids do the very best and at least&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 times a day: drinking hot chocolate. I should buy stock in Nesquick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;because I'm sure they are making a killing off of our household!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But with those 2 faces how could you say no????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3644553182326737927?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3644553182326737927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3644553182326737927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3644553182326737927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3644553182326737927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2012/02/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-FdbDxuMyqBE/TytJqa2qmdI/AAAAAAAAArY/Rq9wsAVcEnk/s72-c/IMG_2384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-861460898134234653</id><published>2012-01-11T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:13:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Goals</title><content type='html'>Now that the madness of Christmas is gone, and our pockets our empty, it's time to start thinking about "resolutions". I use that term loosely because honestly, I kinda cringe every time I hear it. We have to resolve to do all these things we know we are never going to accomplish. Top on my list (just like every other year and has yet to be resolved) losing some weight. The pounds seem to creep on, but why don't they ever creep back off? But that is another word i cringe at "DIET" just saying it makes me hungry! So let's say instead of dieting, I'm trying to be more cautious of what I eat and trying to work out. Another goal I have this year is to be better about my blog. I'm horrible at journal keeping and keeping up with scrap booking, so maybe if I can just throw a few pictures on here throughout the year and write about them I won't feel so guilty about failing at those other two things. Those are the only resolutions I will share on here, because they are the only ones that will be noticeable if I accomplish them (I'm hoping it will be motivation if others are watching to see if I actually do these things) The rest of my goals for this year are on a more personal level. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast 2011 went by. It was truly the year that was "the best of times and the worst of times" I was terrified to move my family to Oklahoma for 5 months, but it ended up being so fun! We made some lifelong friends and some amazing lifelong memories. Keyton wants to move back there. It taught us that we don't need a big nice house and a gazillion toys (or even an oven) to keep us happy. We can have fun anywhere! It also taught me personally that I can actually survive without my family (i.e. sisters, parents, sister-in-laws, and best friends). Which I honestly didn't think I could do. I am stronger than I thought. There were definitely days that I struggled, but I did it! Now I just treasure living close to them that much more. So, coming home for us was very bittersweet. One of my fondest memories of 2011 was taking the kids to Seaworld in San Antonio. Seeing their precious faces the entire day was such a joy for me. I love to watch them discovering new things. And of course I can't forget our trip to Cancun. It was so fun to get to spend a week with Trevor without our kids. We had forgotten what that felt like. We got to do some amazing things and had so much fun with the group of friends that we went with. I will NEVER forget the color of the water, the view from my balcony, swimming with a dolphin, and of course Trevor nosediving into the pool! Good times. I can't wait to see what 2012 brings us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-861460898134234653?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/861460898134234653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=861460898134234653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/861460898134234653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/861460898134234653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-goals.html' title='New Year, New Goals'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-5237575858086585933</id><published>2011-10-25T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:33:38.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XNWQD3ar9g/TqdHK-ERMyI/AAAAAAAAApU/dOeGKu4GVJY/s1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667576909854225186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XNWQD3ar9g/TqdHK-ERMyI/AAAAAAAAApU/dOeGKu4GVJY/s320/collage4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7WufNJTQk0/TqdHKUwQTKI/AAAAAAAAApI/Dh9UK3lV1iM/s1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667576898764426402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7WufNJTQk0/TqdHKUwQTKI/AAAAAAAAApI/Dh9UK3lV1iM/s320/collage3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4H_ZnSfm8o/TqdFo_g1EMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Vy6sWaz-wsM/s1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667575226615271618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4H_ZnSfm8o/TqdFo_g1EMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Vy6sWaz-wsM/s320/collage2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNyNTutlQk8/TqdFoQN2acI/AAAAAAAAAow/xHVSPRXPI9c/s1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667575213919201730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNyNTutlQk8/TqdFoQN2acI/AAAAAAAAAow/xHVSPRXPI9c/s320/collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wanting to get family pictures done all summer, but it was just always too crazy and busy. So then I said as soon as we got home from Mexico, we were going to get them done. Then we would be all tan and looking good! But then Trevor had a little accident in Mexico and had scabs and scars all down his face. So we have been waiting for that to heal up and for it to not be quite so pink. Finally they are done, and I don't have to worry about that for another year! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-5237575858086585933?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/5237575858086585933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=5237575858086585933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5237575858086585933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5237575858086585933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-family-pictures.html' title='New Family Pictures'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-2XNWQD3ar9g/TqdHK-ERMyI/AAAAAAAAApU/dOeGKu4GVJY/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-717032381011297260</id><published>2011-10-14T12:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T12:34:37.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Towboy hat and boots on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ajcKPW-uWw/TpiArAgw4vI/AAAAAAAAAog/EBd6cgB9AYs/s1600/seth%2Basleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663418007778550514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ajcKPW-uWw/TpiArAgw4vI/AAAAAAAAAog/EBd6cgB9AYs/s320/seth%2Basleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how we have found Seth sleeping a couple of nights in a row. In his "boots on" (that is what he calls his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow boots&lt;/span&gt;) and of course his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;towboy&lt;/span&gt; hat! I softly take them off and then first thing in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; he asks, "where my boots on?" He loves this get up and wears if EVERYWHERE. I hid the snow boots the other day to see if he would forget about them and what did he go for? The complete opposite of snow boots, FLIP FLOPS. I don't know which is worse???? This boy cracks me up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-717032381011297260?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/717032381011297260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=717032381011297260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/717032381011297260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/717032381011297260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/10/towboy-hat-and-boots-on.html' title='Towboy hat and boots on'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-0ajcKPW-uWw/TpiArAgw4vI/AAAAAAAAAog/EBd6cgB9AYs/s72-c/seth%2Basleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2501002337429170379</id><published>2011-10-12T11:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:44:48.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent many hours sitting in front of the computer lately doing something I swore I never would. (don't worry it's nothing too naughty) I have discovered the amazing world of digital scrapbooking. I love scrapbooking and always said I would never do it digitally because I love doing all the hands on stuff. Not to mention the fun scrapbook days with sisters and friends that I love to host. However, now that I am about 2 years behind in my scapbook because it is such an ordeal to get out all the stuff, try to make the pages with my boys crawling on top of me wanting to stamp, and working 6 hours and only completing 3 pages, I have come to the conclusion... somethings got to give. So I started looking into digital scarpbooking and I love it! It still takes time, but it is a lot faster than doing it by hand. I just hope they print and look as cute as I'm imagining them. Anyone out there have any opinion? So I wanted to share a couple projects I have worked on this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662661514469901346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JiS4pwXMdzg/TpXQpTVBBCI/AAAAAAAAAnw/vjccL_FeuGA/s320/keytonsihloette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662661525821288370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_ibglQlO60/TpXQp9nZb7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/dULLhCfD-DE/s320/sethsihloette.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662662443409889458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nKnf-FcTA7g/TpXRfX5kWLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/i2EMLxlCmnE/s320/park-march11-1%2Bprint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662662446123899186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ptq8HQ1UXA/TpXRfiAo2TI/AAAAAAAAAoU/63hhlTaO6t8/s320/park-march11-2print.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, we are doing great! Keyton is loving school and is also doing swimming lessons right now. He is getting so big, it is so fun and so sad all at the same time. Sometimes he says the most grown up things, and it makes me laugh. Quick story: the other day driving him and his friend to swimming they were having this deep conversation about a mom whose husband died in Iraq and now she has to work to take care of her 5 kids (something I'm sure Payson heard from his mom) and Keyton said, "wow, that has got to be difficult" It made me smile to hear these little boys talking so grown up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seth is getting so smart and so sassy! He is a very stubborn child and I blame his father completely for that (he couldn't possibly have gotten it from me). He likes to yell even if it is just in everyday conversation. Plus he likes to say naughty things like, "I said NO" and "Don't tell me ever again". Usually those two phrases are followed by him slamming the door. Is it bad that I just laugh????? He is OBSESSED with his cowboy hat and snow boots. He has to wear them EVERYWHERE, and Trevor and I have caught him several nights sleeping in them. Silly Seth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are looking forward to Halloween and trying to plan our costumes. It should be a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2501002337429170379?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2501002337429170379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2501002337429170379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2501002337429170379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2501002337429170379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-addiction.html' title='New Addiction'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-JiS4pwXMdzg/TpXQpTVBBCI/AAAAAAAAAnw/vjccL_FeuGA/s72-c/keytonsihloette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8414081310044921691</id><published>2011-09-07T10:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:27:21.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXSAf4pp2Dg/TmefXU_oxQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bRKIU7GGRZQ/s1600/IMG_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649659480681006338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXSAf4pp2Dg/TmefXU_oxQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bRKIU7GGRZQ/s320/IMG_1628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PR25pWeCB0o/TmefWxzch_I/AAAAAAAAAms/amW5Up8jABE/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649659471234631666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PR25pWeCB0o/TmefWxzch_I/AAAAAAAAAms/amW5Up8jABE/s320/IMG_1631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXQGG6mfNjI/TmefWoXI_LI/AAAAAAAAAmk/iai_TFnohu8/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649659468699991218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXQGG6mfNjI/TmefWoXI_LI/AAAAAAAAAmk/iai_TFnohu8/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I copied this from a blog I love &lt;a href="http://positivelysplendid.com/"&gt;(positivelysplendid.com) &lt;/a&gt;and thought she worded my feelings today so much better than I could myself. I just switched it around to suit my little Keyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He came into our lives on January 12, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At precisely 11:49 p.m., I became the mother of a bouncing baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At precisely 8:25 a.m. this morning, that same boy embarked on his first step of many in spreading his wings to ultimately leave our little nest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He's starting kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been devoted to the bleary-eyed days I thought would never end just after we brought him home, rocking and nursing and watching around the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been given to the days of coaxing and encouraging him through those early milestones - rolling, crawling, walking - and meticulously documenting every single one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the days we never got out of our pajamas, building blanket forts in the living room and reading his same favorite books over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the days when his accomplishments made me immensely proud - amazed, even - and to the ones when his antics made me want to abandon ship the moment Daddy got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the days, even just last night, when he asked me to snuggle with him at bedtime, and he reached out his hand to tickle my back while we both closed our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to understand the mothers who went into mourning over seemingly small events like a first day of kindergarten. I am not an overly sentimental person. Truly. But motherhood - oh how it changes things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For five sweet years, he has been all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now slowly, surely - in incremental steps that would be imperceptible to all but a mother's heart - I'll begin the bittersweet process of letting him test the foundation I've been diligently laying for him since that January night when he was first placed in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Keyton and look forward to seeing you step off that bus today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8414081310044921691?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8414081310044921691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8414081310044921691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8414081310044921691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8414081310044921691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-copied-this-from-blog-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-qXSAf4pp2Dg/TmefXU_oxQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bRKIU7GGRZQ/s72-c/IMG_1628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-1846937636506534737</id><published>2011-09-04T22:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:26:32.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer '11</title><content type='html'>This summer has flown by, but we have definitely had a good time! It seemed like we never had a day off and if we did, we found something fun to do. My kids are always better behaved if we stay super busy. When we got home from Oklahoma, we were so excited to just hang out with family and friends. And we did it all summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_IS_RZ23hQ/TmRXSRvcyrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/kAG2VsGTT98/s1600/summer%2B%2527117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648735804141128370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_IS_RZ23hQ/TmRXSRvcyrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/kAG2VsGTT98/s320/summer%2B%2527117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys love to swim so we set up the pool in our front yard and had a great time with cousins. Then we got to go to Pat's for an Oklahoma Girls Reunion and swam there too. The boys were so excited to see their Oklahoma girls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZwLxPXSJdw/TmRXSLxqonI/AAAAAAAAAmU/dQIv89VaoeM/s1600/summer%2B%2527116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648735802539811442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZwLxPXSJdw/TmRXSLxqonI/AAAAAAAAAmU/dQIv89VaoeM/s320/summer%2B%2527116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; and Seth both love to go to Bear Lake and we only got to do that twice this summer. I love going there and soaking up sun while the kids build castles and splash in the water. Makes me want to be a kid again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXfXryPwVno/TmRXRlL2M7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/fZAbrJGWLg8/s1600/summer%2B%2527115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648735792180638642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXfXryPwVno/TmRXRlL2M7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/fZAbrJGWLg8/s320/summer%2B%2527115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swore I was NOT going to let &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; play Tee ball this year because of how HORRIBLE he was last year. (Not a horrible player, just a naughty little stink. That sounded bad) but he begged, I gave in, and threatened him with his life that he better behave this year. And I must say, he did SO GOOD. He was such a good hitter this year and won a hitting competition on his team. He took it serious but had fun too which made it much more enjoyable for mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqN3SdHVQFk/TmRXQwV7KpI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aWl4rki4b80/s1600/summer%2B%2527114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648735777995827858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqN3SdHVQFk/TmRXQwV7KpI/AAAAAAAAAmE/aWl4rki4b80/s320/summer%2B%2527114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth was a character as usual and enjoyed tagging along behind anything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton &lt;/span&gt;was doing. This summer he turned from a baby to a big boy and it breaks my heart. Where did my baby go?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mihN6sj4i3s/TmRWSgSN-9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/EkjHb3Crp20/s1600/summer%2B%2527113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648734708533427154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mihN6sj4i3s/TmRWSgSN-9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/EkjHb3Crp20/s320/summer%2B%2527113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEQO1jYFKzg/TmRWSXGkAjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8gotv7b4Rzg/s1600/summer%2B%2527112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648734706068619826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEQO1jYFKzg/TmRWSXGkAjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8gotv7b4Rzg/s320/summer%2B%2527112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. We had never been to Soda for the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; so we decided to go this year. It was a ton of fun. Between the parade, games, and fireworks my kids were in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;It was a good time. The 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; might just be my favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQlPrxZ7w1A/TmRWSBtFBoI/AAAAAAAAAls/kx01cS_XVLc/s1600/summer%2B%2527111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648734700324587138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQlPrxZ7w1A/TmRWSBtFBoI/AAAAAAAAAls/kx01cS_XVLc/s320/summer%2B%2527111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to do a couple camping trips before we discovered the sub floor in our camper was rotten and falling out. But that's a whole other story. My boys love camping and bring home as much dirt as they can possibly fit in their pockets and socks, oh yeah and then slather it on their skin and clothes cause that wasn't enough! But I love it. Nothing cuter than dirty camping face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuGiLg6BwY/TmRVYBW_KNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3ls2m-ngxUQ/s1600/summer%2B%252711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648733703799515346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuGiLg6BwY/TmRVYBW_KNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3ls2m-ngxUQ/s320/summer%2B%252711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yeah, that was basically our summer in a nut shell. It was fun and now sadly, it's over. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; starts Kindergarten this week and i am having really mixed feelings about this. He is SO ready to go. But it's killing me that I won't be there every second of his life to witness it and control what he gets exposed to. I know it sounds crazy but I make myself sick thinking about the things he might learn out there. But I need to look at all the positive things he will learn too. So goodbye summer 2011. Hope everyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; was as fabulous as ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-1846937636506534737?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/1846937636506534737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=1846937636506534737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1846937636506534737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1846937636506534737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-11.html' title='Summer &apos;11'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-O_IS_RZ23hQ/TmRXSRvcyrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/kAG2VsGTT98/s72-c/summer%2B%2527117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6275256478650933617</id><published>2011-07-19T15:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:16:09.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long</title><content type='html'>It has been way too long since I have updated my blog. A lot has happened since the last time but I can't remember it all! So I will try to remember the most important things... like my baby turning 2! Yes, I can't believe it either. It's kinda heartbreaking. Seth is officially 2 as of June 24. He has been such a joy in our life and as his mom, I just can't get enough of his sweet little smile and those eyes that make me say yes to anything even if I didn't really mean it. He has kinda been a mama's boy, and i have ate it up all along. He is now getting very independent and it's a bitter/sweet thing for me. So in honor of turning 2, I have to make the infamous list of things he does right now that make me feel like he is a genius but in reality he is probably just a typical 2 year old:&lt;br /&gt;-he is so imaginative, and it always pretending with his toys (ex: "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maner&lt;/span&gt; (Mater) while playing Cars or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yyyyeeeeeaahhh&lt;/span&gt; horsey" while playing cowboys and Indians)&lt;br /&gt;-he is starting to put sentences together&lt;br /&gt;-has to have "hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chocate&lt;/span&gt;" every morning or he throws a huge temper tantrum (thank you Trevor for getting both our children addicted to that)&lt;br /&gt;-every morning when he wakes up I hear him yell "mom, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;-Is very polite and says "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pwees&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pwees&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chu&lt;/span&gt;" to everything&lt;br /&gt;-He is kinda a tease. He will call me dad and then crack up laughing and the other night I asked him who the boss of the house is and he said "Eaton (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; boss)&lt;br /&gt;-Still can't sleep without that stupid puppy&lt;br /&gt;-Stopped sucking his thumb when we went to Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;-He loves helmets and won't take them off once he gets them on (random, I know)&lt;br /&gt;-This kid is fearless&lt;br /&gt;-He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waterskiied&lt;/span&gt; behind the boat 2 weeks before his birthday (aka fearless)&lt;br /&gt;- He thinks he can do anything his big brother can and is always watching him for ideas&lt;br /&gt;-He is obsessed with horses right now, thus the horse birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;So much more but it's not coming to me this late at night now.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that he has been such a fun kid to raise so far and I look forward to the next year with him. He knows how to melt my heart with his cute little voice, and I just laugh every time he is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8yHNGDdaos/Ti-ZU4ITWwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YLqfW5RO4o0/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633890242807421698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8yHNGDdaos/Ti-ZU4ITWwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YLqfW5RO4o0/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited for a stick horsey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEt3o0XiXMY/TiX6oA7Co-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/cn534sYxY-Q/s1600/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631182474446021602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEt3o0XiXMY/TiX6oA7Co-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/cn534sYxY-Q/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying Birthday Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K_aWlQJJpM/TiX56ffbNAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Uy4xUSt0xUw/s1600/IMG_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631181692377707522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K_aWlQJJpM/TiX56ffbNAI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Uy4xUSt0xUw/s320/IMG_0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was so funny because when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't blow the candles out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he decided to spit on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a classic moment I will never forget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Seth!&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/4327626473387010681-6275256478650933617?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6275256478650933617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6275256478650933617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6275256478650933617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6275256478650933617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-R8yHNGDdaos/Ti-ZU4ITWwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YLqfW5RO4o0/s72-c/IMG_0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3498598758633450406</id><published>2011-06-20T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:21:25.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbled</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KHDvxPjsm8E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was in such a rut and feeling sorry for myself. Tired of the day to day monotony of life (the housework, the picking up toys, cleaning the kitchen just to have it dirty 30 minutes later, moping the kitchen, wiping the toilet seat after Keyton each time he pees all over it... you get the picture) I was taking my bad mood out on my husband and my kids who didn't deserve it at all. Then, in the last few days some things have happened that have truly humbled me. Watching this video was one of them. After seeing this, I couldn't help but think who am I to complain? I should be so grateful for all the things in my life and I am. Others I know and don't know have it much harder than me right now. So, I am making a goal to stop dwelling on my minuscule problems and start being grateful for what I do have. A wonderful husband, 2 beautiful boys, a house to clean, good health, good friends, and amazing family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3498598758633450406?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3498598758633450406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3498598758633450406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3498598758633450406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3498598758633450406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/06/humbled.html' title='Humbled'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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://img.youtube.com/vi/KHDvxPjsm8E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6681973798715338742</id><published>2011-05-31T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:02:03.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Loving Memory of Grandma Hatch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613263328679991890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vil2rb4ru0/TeZRQdCymlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/meC1zqeO9BA/s320/100_1748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613263320941407202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOukyZDfFS4/TeZRQANxK-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/IiAOGCU9mpY/s320/100_1744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor's sweet Grandma died last night and she will be greatly missed. She loved my boys so much and just adored &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we went out to her house to see her. We took these pictures on Christmas Day right before we left for Oklahoma. We loved her so much but are so grateful she doesn't have to suffer her chronic pain any longer. Goodbye Grandma, we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6681973798715338742?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6681973798715338742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6681973798715338742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6681973798715338742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6681973798715338742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-7vil2rb4ru0/TeZRQdCymlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/meC1zqeO9BA/s72-c/100_1748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8015620305820746174</id><published>2011-03-13T14:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:45:35.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Zoo</title><content type='html'>We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt; this last weekend, and I couldn't believe how big it is!  We didn't know what to do there (we need a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt; insider for advice)  so we decided to take the kids to the Dallas Zoo.  It was so fun, and the kids had a great time.  They make it so easy to see the animals there and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;animals&lt;/span&gt; were all very active.  The elephants were chasing a group of birds, the chimps were running around and building nests, and the gorillas were moving all around as well.  Maybe it was because it wasn't too hot yet, but I have never seen such active &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;animals&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton's&lt;/span&gt; favorite animal was the "ghost of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bayou&lt;/span&gt;" (a white &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alligator&lt;/span&gt;) and I think Seth's favorite was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; female Lion he got nose to nose to through the glass.  The wall of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; we ate at was glass and looked right into the lion exhibit.  The lions sit there and watch you eat and play with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; kids through the glass.  Seth thought it was amazing! I did too honestly! It was a fun weekend with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ZBsE599a8/TX0_rui_GqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uAjRX2kBX6M/s1600/100_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583689133470980770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-ZBsE599a8/TX0_rui_GqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uAjRX2kBX6M/s320/100_2069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding the elephant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pzm5Mg_k9c/TX0uq3l7StI/AAAAAAAAAkY/IF3ooDrTQsM/s1600/100_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583670427021691602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pzm5Mg_k9c/TX0uq3l7StI/AAAAAAAAAkY/IF3ooDrTQsM/s320/100_2098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after they touched noses he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looked back at me like "did you see that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thought it was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gls7UmJSGUk/TX0qUktgw2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/gqrgGBbEgxo/s1600/100_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583665645949600610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gls7UmJSGUk/TX0qUktgw2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/gqrgGBbEgxo/s320/100_2060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fitting in at the monkey exhibit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; will correct me and tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chimps are not monkeys they are apes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because they don't have tails)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dallas Zoo for good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8015620305820746174?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8015620305820746174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8015620305820746174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8015620305820746174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8015620305820746174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/03/dallas-zoo.html' title='Dallas Zoo'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-D-ZBsE599a8/TX0_rui_GqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uAjRX2kBX6M/s72-c/100_2069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-277505326629707691</id><published>2011-02-18T13:21:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:52:39.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I give in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVBXv_BTVqk/TV7WCIpqxkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/eel86A6qBv8/s1600/100_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575128720901588546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVBXv_BTVqk/TV7WCIpqxkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/eel86A6qBv8/s320/100_1944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEnLI_JTYb8/TV7WB1Z-65I/AAAAAAAAAjg/rKh1-Z9gI-M/s1600/100_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575128715735526290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEnLI_JTYb8/TV7WB1Z-65I/AAAAAAAAAjg/rKh1-Z9gI-M/s320/100_1942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the wings on that kid! Seth's hair is getting so long and I seriously love it. Here is my dilemma, Trevor thinks we should cut it. He says it is getting ridiculous and that he is starting to look like a girl. I am putting up a fight because I know once those first little baby curls are gone, 1: I am going to cry like a baby 2: it will come in course rather than the soft baby hair and 3: there will be no curl ever again. This is a battle Trevor and I have because he thinks our boys need short military hair and if it were up to me, I would NEVER cut it. So I feel like I have compromised with how Keyton and Seth both look right now. It was so cute because the other day Keyton looked in the mirror and then he says to me, "I look cool, I look just like Justin Bieber." I laughed so hard and told Trevor what he said that night. He just rolled his eyes with that look that says "great!" Then the very next day at school, this little boy ran up to Keyton and says to him, "I want my hair to look like Justin Bieber's, Just like yours!" It made Keyton's day. It drives Trevor CRAZY. And it makes me laugh! So, I need some advise, and please be honest with me...should I give in and shave their heads, do they really look like mop heads and/or girls, or should I stand my ground and continue to enjoy running my fingers through their luscious locks??? HEre is a recent pic of Keyton too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575134692548849026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFhloxKnJJQ/TV7bduxUrYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/b886o_lTJZQ/s320/100_1881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVBXv_BTVqk/TV7WCIpqxkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/eel86A6qBv8/s1600/100_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-277505326629707691?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/277505326629707691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=277505326629707691' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/277505326629707691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/277505326629707691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/02/should-i-give-in.html' title='Should I give in?'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/-IVBXv_BTVqk/TV7WCIpqxkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/eel86A6qBv8/s72-c/100_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4635904493630649200</id><published>2011-02-07T09:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:59:34.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtracking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TVAkF47GtvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/r8vnxZtxMHE/s1600/002%2Bpage2%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570992422655538930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TVAkF47GtvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/r8vnxZtxMHE/s320/002%2Bpage2%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TVAeqy1CfKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PSl4y95AKWM/s1600/003%2Bpage3%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570986459604876450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TVAeqy1CfKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PSl4y95AKWM/s320/003%2Bpage3%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Christmas, we had an early Birthday party for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;. He was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; sad that he wouldn't be home for his birthday, so we told him we could have a party early so his friends and family could be there. We went to a fun little place called Outer Limits where we had pizza and played arcade games and then did some mini golfing. We all had such a good time and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was very glad he got to have everyone there. &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/4327626473387010681-4635904493630649200?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4635904493630649200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4635904493630649200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4635904493630649200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4635904493630649200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/02/backtracking.html' title='Backtracking'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TVAkF47GtvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/r8vnxZtxMHE/s72-c/002%2Bpage2%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7125639905712207774</id><published>2011-02-05T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:45:28.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TU4UO7Cg3rI/AAAAAAAAAio/_hlQNc8_LSc/s1600/January-March%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570412035702841010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TU4UO7Cg3rI/AAAAAAAAAio/_hlQNc8_LSc/s320/January-March%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah! I finally have new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; that will load up pictures from my computer.  So, now I have a lot of backtracking and catching up to do.  Our boys think it is great that Trevor gets to wear his military uniform every day.  Mostly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they get to wear the stuff when he gets home.  Seth is obsessed with wearing hats lately and always has to have the hood of his jacket or coat on.  He will even put his dinner on top of his head and say "hat".  (No Seth Sloppy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; do not make good hats!) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; is loving getting to play with friends every day, but he is extremely outnumbered here.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; only people we know all have 2 girls.  He has no boys to play with but his little brother.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt; is good too because they have learned to play so cute together since we got here.  Seth thinks he is just as big as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; and will imitate him all day long.  The other night I tried to put them to bed in the same bed and boy was that a disaster.  They thought it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; funny and a chance to have a killer wrestling match.  Back to the play-pen Seth.  I had to sit by the door and listen for a while though.  It is music to my ears to hear those two making each other laugh.  Then, once Seth got back in his own bed, we could hear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; trying to teach Seth new words.  "Seth say: hot" "Hot" "Seth say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cocoa&lt;/span&gt;" "cocoa" "Good Job Bud".  They are so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7125639905712207774?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7125639905712207774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7125639905712207774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7125639905712207774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7125639905712207774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/02/army-boys.html' title='Army Boys'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TU4UO7Cg3rI/AAAAAAAAAio/_hlQNc8_LSc/s72-c/January-March%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6626279928214024827</id><published>2011-02-02T14:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:26:41.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from summer to winter in a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TUnJxf9VKEI/AAAAAAAAAic/k-G4s4BTJj8/s1600/2011-01-27_16-04-27_946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TUnJxf9VKEI/AAAAAAAAAic/k-G4s4BTJj8/s320/2011-01-27_16-04-27_946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569204266449840194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TUnJxJV_mfI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oMaLEsPE0Mw/s1600/2011-01-27_16-15-08_367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TUnJxJV_mfI/AAAAAAAAAiU/oMaLEsPE0Mw/s320/2011-01-27_16-15-08_367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569204260379269618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what we were doing last week. playing at the park in seventy five degree weather. today... we r snowed in and have been for two days. the fort is shut down and all schools and roads are closed. it has been crazy.  i had to stand in a two hr grocery line for bottled water, bread, and milk, and a few other essentials aka chocolate and snacks. everyone was panicking because last year they lost power for two weeks. luckily we still have power and water. we will keep our fingers crossed that we keep it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6626279928214024827?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6626279928214024827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6626279928214024827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6626279928214024827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6626279928214024827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-summer-to-winter-in-week.html' title='from summer to winter in a week'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TUnJxf9VKEI/AAAAAAAAAic/k-G4s4BTJj8/s72-c/2011-01-27_16-04-27_946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3486668485525303669</id><published>2011-01-25T11:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:42:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TT8ZMx7opfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/FNA0oIEU6JQ/s1600/2011-01-22_13-43-54_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TT8ZMx7opfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/FNA0oIEU6JQ/s320/2011-01-22_13-43-54_800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566195371805812210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TT8ZMfQbB9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/EC6opuOiDo4/s1600/2011-01-23_17-24-21_808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TT8ZMfQbB9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/EC6opuOiDo4/s320/2011-01-23_17-24-21_808.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566195366792726482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are going pretty well in ok. we have been trying to stay busy and some days are even warm enough to go outside and play. we went to the bombing memorial and museum and it was very interesting. i kind of remember that happening but didnt know much about it. it was so sad to see the belongings of people that they recovered. and to see the sweet little kids who got killed just broke my heart. keyton kept asking why someone would want to kill little kids. i dont understand it either. we also went to the ok city zoo. we got there kinda late so we didnt  get to see much of it. we will go back another day. here are a few pics i have taken with my phone since i cant get our regular computer to load any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3486668485525303669?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3486668485525303669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3486668485525303669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3486668485525303669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3486668485525303669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/01/happenings.html' title='happenings'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TT8ZMx7opfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/FNA0oIEU6JQ/s72-c/2011-01-22_13-43-54_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6242059432711326439</id><published>2011-01-11T18:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T18:16:54.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>We are doing good in Oklahoma.  Our internet stinks and it won't let me load any pictures.  I'm hoping we can get better service but not sure that will happen.  Our drive took 3 days and our kids did surprisingly well.  No breakdowns or anything!  Once we got here, we got our apt. and it was bigger than I was expecting but very nasty.  It reminds me of an old nasty college apt that never got a good cleaning.  Oh well, we are just glad we got a place.  As soon as we got here, I got Keyton into Preschool.  He goes to the elementary school on base everyday for a few hrs.  He is loving it!  He thinks he is so big cause he gets to go to the "real" school.  Other than that, we haven't done too much yet.  We are hoping to find something fun to do this weekend.  We miss home and look forward to when we get to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6242059432711326439?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6242059432711326439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6242059432711326439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6242059432711326439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6242059432711326439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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-4327626473387010681.post-5721222352742726979</id><published>2010-12-13T16:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:22:40.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TQaqp0dImiI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qs26RbsxdBk/s1600/001%2BPage1%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550311226212915746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TQaqp0dImiI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qs26RbsxdBk/s320/001%2BPage1%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TQaqpdzVvqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DtgYpayhITM/s1600/003%2BPage3%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550311220132036258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TQaqpdzVvqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DtgYpayhITM/s320/003%2BPage3%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am little late on getting these posted, but they are too cute not to. My kids are in heaven with a pile of leaves and a rake (or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow shovel&lt;/span&gt;). They played in the leaves until &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hands were like ice cubes. I have to tell you a funny story about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;. The other day we were driving in the car and he says to us, "one of my friends.... I can't remember which one.... his parents do not like President Obama. (then in a disgusted voice) They didn't even vote for him!!!" Trevor and I looked at each other and busted up laughing. Why is my 5 year old discussing politics with his friends???? We sadly had to break the news to him that his parents didn't vote for President Obama either. I think he was a little upset with us. Too funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seth is getting big and FINALLY starting to try to talk. He can say mom, dad, shoes, book, go, uh-oh, duck, and he can make lots of animal sounds. According to him, a deer says "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;raaarrrr&lt;/span&gt;" Not sure where he got that from. He is a funny little guy and we love him to pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are very excited to celebrate Christmas and life is crazy busy right now. I love this time of year and it always goes by way too quickly. Hope you all are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; the Holidays as much as we are! &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/4327626473387010681-5721222352742726979?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/5721222352742726979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=5721222352742726979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5721222352742726979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5721222352742726979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/12/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TQaqp0dImiI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qs26RbsxdBk/s72-c/001%2BPage1%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-240307282024539694</id><published>2010-11-23T15:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:51:33.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TOxFRPb5rqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fohE-D8qEUI/s1600/004%2BPage4%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542881403889888930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TOxFRPb5rqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fohE-D8qEUI/s320/004%2BPage4%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TOxErstVbnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dSoSnfug4b4/s1600/003%2BPage3%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542880758912609906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TOxErstVbnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dSoSnfug4b4/s320/003%2BPage3%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the opportunity to help at Keyton's Preschool Thanksgiving feast. At the end of it, they all sat in a circle and told what they were thankful for. It was so cute because instead of saying, "I'm thankful for....." they would say, "thank you for........." Their answers were so precious to. Pets, parents, pillows, the world, toys... Keyton's answer was Jesus. How sweet is he???? So today I am saying, "thank you for my children" I think I take for granted how easy it is for me to get pregnant, how well my pregnancies have gone, and the fact that I have two amazingly smart and healthy boys. After seeing friends who have struggled with all of these things lately, it makes me soooo grateful to hear those screams that they can produce. There is a poem that my sister showed to me, and I wanted to share it with anyone reading this too:&lt;/div&gt;How do you think of your children? On any given day, would you say your children are a blessing or a burden? Here is a challenge to you... How are you?... How is the baby?...How are your kids?...We all hear these questions every day. Do you know a mom who always answers something like this: "well, I haven't killed my 2 year old yet, so i guess that's good." or , "I'm just exhausted," or "Things are absolutely crazy- I am so stressed out" Maybe that frazzled haggard, bewildered mommy is someone you know. Maybe it is you. I know, I've been there. Here is my question to you today... are we bearing our blessings as burdens? Those babies that we dreamt of and prayed for, that we had so much fun choosing names for, that we counted the days to meet... are they burdens to us now? Those homes that we were ecstatic to move into... are they burdens now? That husband that we couldn't live without, that we picked out the wedding dress for, that we cried and ached and waited by the phone for... is he a burden now? That job you needed, you wanted and prayed for, that provides food and clothing for your family... is it a burden now? Sometimes it seems to me like a mantle we as moms must carry. We must be tired, we must be stressed out, we must be hurried and frazzled, we must be lucky just to make it through the day. Are we bearing our blessings as burdens? Are we tired? Absolutely. As moms, we know about the 2 a.m. feedings, the nightmares, the wet beds, the midnight curfews. Do things get a little stressful between PTA meetings, dance class, the T-Ball game, and dinner on the table at 6? Sure they do. Are husbands always a joy when they get home from work? No way. Is scrubbing the potty, doing the laundry, an cleaning the high chair tray the greatest thrill we've ever known? Of course not. So how do we look past the burdens and see the blessings of our families and our homes? Do you know any women who would give anything to have a baby to nurse at 2 a.m.? Anyone who would love to have those clothes we are sick of washing, or that house we just can't keep clean. Do you know any women whose husbands aren't coming home? I challenge you to bear your burdens as blessings and watch as they multiply. And the next time someone asks you how you are, throw off that identity of stressed out, frazzled mommy, find your smile and answer, "I am blessed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I am soooo blessed and am very grateful for the wonderful things in my life. I hope you all feel the same too. Happy Thanksgiving.&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/4327626473387010681-240307282024539694?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/240307282024539694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=240307282024539694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/240307282024539694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/240307282024539694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-for-my-children.html' title='Thank You for My Children'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TOxFRPb5rqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fohE-D8qEUI/s72-c/004%2BPage4%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8584967765641892406</id><published>2010-11-11T10:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:55:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TNwr2sbzobI/AAAAAAAAAfk/mLhOB1gJkmw/s1600/004%2Bpage_4%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538349860399587762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TNwr2sbzobI/AAAAAAAAAfk/mLhOB1gJkmw/s320/004%2Bpage_4%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a very fun Halloween this year and were excited that Trevor actually got to go Trick-or-Treating with us this year.  Halloween is one of my all time favorite holidays so we try to do everything available.  However, it has turned into a week long ordeal than just 1 night of dressing up.  Oh well.  Guess we get our money's worth on the costumes when they have to wear them ALL week.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; picked his costume out at the very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of October and couldn't wait to wear it.  He has been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; all month long, so we were glad it didn't have holes in the knees by the time Halloween actually came.  Seth thought it was very cool that he was a monkey.  He kept looking in the mirror and pointing to his reflection and then pointing to himself like "it's really me". Trevor and I dressed up as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cruella&lt;/span&gt; and her dog napper for an adult party we went to, and it was really fun.  Now that Halloween is over, we are trying to get ready for Thanksgiving and I can almost bet my Christmas Tree will be up within the next 2 weeks.  I just can't resist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8584967765641892406?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8584967765641892406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8584967765641892406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8584967765641892406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8584967765641892406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-had-very-fun-halloween-this-year-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TNwr2sbzobI/AAAAAAAAAfk/mLhOB1gJkmw/s72-c/004%2Bpage_4%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4960528787169194752</id><published>2010-10-24T17:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:05:52.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed some new pictures of my big boy around the house, so we took some this last week. He has grown so much and I know it sounds so cliche but seriously why does the time have to go by so quickly? He is almost 5 now and it feels like yesterday that he was born. I can't even explain how much I adore this guy. He is always saying the most hilarious and outrageous things. A friend of mine described him as "an old soul" and I can't think of a better way to describe him. Some of the things he loves to do right now are play baseball. He has gotten very good and we typically have at least one game a day out in our front yard. He can't wait til all his friends get home from school everyday to go out and play with them. He loves to play with his little brother and they love to dance together. The other day he told me when he is in High School he wants to have a band just like KISS, and he wants to be like Gene Simmons. He is a very "Green" child also. He makes sure we recycle everything we can, thinks littering is the worst sin you can commit, and he has to turn the water off to "save the whales". He uses big words all the time, and of course uses them properly. He also is a little mischief maker...Him and his little buddies got in trouble for teaching each other cuss words and then accidentally saying them loud enough that mom could hear, and also for making a "secret potion" that consisted of their pee! Boys will be boys but REALLY.... that's sick. Anyway... I love him and hope every day that he knows that no matter what I will always love him and be there for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532049101603120882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TMXJWQ0SpvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UHjF2bbBrJE/s320/IMG_9831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my favorite.  Isn't he soo handsome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532061207889809986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TMXUW8P9kkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0Ui6K3btg14/s320/IMG_9795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks so grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532090386936363298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TMXu5Yqx-SI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7w3Dlu9X1AQ/s320/Starred+Photos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532090104616229122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TMXuo88amQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/q_48TT43Xh0/s320/Keyton+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He wanted to pose himself and this is what &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he came up with.  Classic Keyton!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This explains his personality to a T.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-4960528787169194752?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4960528787169194752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4960528787169194752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4960528787169194752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4960528787169194752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TMXJWQ0SpvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UHjF2bbBrJE/s72-c/IMG_9831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6031509321520646972</id><published>2010-09-26T20:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:42:09.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TKAEc9HhgZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wPdl8F_qqKg/s1600/july-sept+20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521418038645195154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TKAEc9HhgZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wPdl8F_qqKg/s320/july-sept+20102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As summer is ending and fall is in the air, I had to look back at some of our summer pictures. We started off the summer with a backpacking trip in Escalante which was a blast. It is one of the most amazingly beautiful areas I have ever been in. We visited 4 different zoos this summer and it was so fun. Of course Keyton loved it, but I was so surprised by how much Seth loved it. He thought the animals were so cool and could spot almost all of them. Then he would point at them and get very excited. We also loved going boating with Rick and Sari this summer. Keyton LOVED the tube and would ride it til his face turned green. He even got up on water skis by the end of the summer. He was very brave! Seth was just mesmerized by the boat and would make little motor sounds the entire time. Of course we had to go on a few camp trips (not enough I might add) and we really enjoyed having our new camper this summer. We love being outdoors and our kids love nothing more than digging in dirt and throwing rocks in any river, stream, lake, pond, etc. We took a few trips to the swimming pool, and I must say my kids are both little fish. Seth would run as fast as he could as deep as he could get and then just dive in and come up laughing. Keyton just never wanted to get out of the water and loved swimming around with his life jacket on. Other than that we just enjoyed being at home watching our kids slip and slide, swim in the pool, and run through the sprinkler. Keyton got pretty good on his bike this summer but still will not attempt no training wheels. He loved playing baseball with his neighborhood friends and has mastered the art of the "real baseball slide" . Seth has gotten so smart over the summer and understands most things I tell him, but he has yet to learn many words. Hopefully those will come soon. He learned to throw temper tantrums, and I must admit they are the cutest funniest things you have ever seen (for now). We enjoyed this summer and anytime that we got to spend together as a family. We look forward to fall and winter, but we will miss all this outside time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6031509321520646972?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6031509321520646972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6031509321520646972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6031509321520646972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6031509321520646972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-to-summer.html' title='Goodbye to Summer'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TKAEc9HhgZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wPdl8F_qqKg/s72-c/july-sept+20102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4255454315116185111</id><published>2010-09-15T21:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:56:10.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyton Goes to Preschool</title><content type='html'>Keyton started preschool last Wednesday and he is loving it. His teacher is Miss Jen and he looks forward to going to her house every day. He thinks he can spend the night there but I keep telling him that is never going to happen. It was strange the first day having my house so quiet for 2 hrs. I know he will do great in school. He is such a smart kid and I love him to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love how he poses himself for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517354374387295122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TJGUkkFNY5I/AAAAAAAAAck/1FMafMXsG7g/s320/100_1243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517354362327852994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TJGUj3KA58I/AAAAAAAAAcc/GsQM9yDNjiI/s320/100_1240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-4255454315116185111?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4255454315116185111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4255454315116185111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4255454315116185111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4255454315116185111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/09/keyton-goes-to-preschool.html' title='Keyton Goes to Preschool'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TJGUkkFNY5I/AAAAAAAAAck/1FMafMXsG7g/s72-c/100_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-25197278457191980</id><published>2010-09-05T18:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:17:35.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>We have had such a busy and fun summer and it's kinda sad the end is coming. However, fall weather is my favorite. I love the cool evenings and seeing my apples ripen and my garden full! This has been an amazing summer and I didn't even accomplish half the things I wanted to. However, Trevor and I have both accomplished 2 things that are pretty big for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor has been in the Army National Guard since he was 17. He loves the army and would do it full time if he had a nice enough wife. About 2 years ago, him and his friend Jared decided to apply for the Officer Candidate School. Trevor said he never thought he would be an officer, but he was really excited about the idea of doing it. He worked so hard to earn enough school credits and of course he got in. He started drilling in Boise, and he did that for 18 months. He also did a 2 week training in South Dakota and a 2 week training in Washington. He graduated in August and we are so proud of him! He had his graduation from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Boise and it was cool to see him all dressed up in his dress uniform. He got a position in the Utah Guard so he commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant down in Draper this week. To finish up, he will have to do a 5 month training in Oklahoma. It will be a fun adventure for our family to experience living somewhere else. I just have to say how proud I am of him and how I admire his willingness to serve. Him signing up for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has also been a huge blessing because since he has schooling to finish, he will not have to deploy with all the other Idaho Guard right now. Disappointing for him, but a huge relief for me! My hearts go out to all families who have to give up their loved ones right now. Trevor's brother will be over there and it is a very scary thing. There is nothing greater than a soldier and his or her family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514705590526350434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TIgrhDQvFGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vkmp2mGJrwc/s320/july-sept+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishment number 2 is mine. Ever since my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbor&lt;/span&gt; Chrissy ran the Ogden Marathon last year, I have wanted to run one. However, anyone who knows me knows I am NOT a long distance runner. Sprinting is more my thing. I had never ran over a mile before this year. So, in February, we set a goal to run the half marathon. Better to start with half right? We have been training all summer, and our race was this weekend. I am proud to say "I finished it!" My time was 2:12:28.7. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; glad I did it and finished, but I must admit I still HATE running. How can people say it becomes an addiction???? No worries about me becoming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; to it. I am setting a goal though to run the full marathon before I am 30. But for now, I think I'm ready for a running break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514705604294116930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TIgrh2jOhkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/o1djJo2610A/s320/july-sept+20101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-25197278457191980?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/25197278457191980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=25197278457191980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/25197278457191980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/25197278457191980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/09/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TIgrhDQvFGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vkmp2mGJrwc/s72-c/july-sept+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3024067421706200641</id><published>2010-07-31T22:22:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:09:11.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Pics</title><content type='html'>My sister took Seth's 1 year pictures and I couldn't believe what a good boy Seth was. He was in heaven when we dumped those balls out and was literally diving in them. He kept saying, "Ball...ball...ball" That's one of the few words he knows. This kid loves to play ball. We have gone to a few of Colby's baseball games lately and today Keyton and I were practicing some batting. Seth walks up behind Keyton and squats down like the catcher ready to catch the ball. It was hilarious. Here are a few of my favorite pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500301787258758274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT_VWsBJII/AAAAAAAAAbs/LLSa3rCmT2s/s320/IMG_6866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500301266259026738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT-3B0AIzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Gjra2dXO5a8/s320/IMG_6865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500298779108207186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT8mQdCalI/AAAAAAAAAbc/j08aLL1_h94/s320/IMG_6851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500302194955265810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT_tFecJxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/4QZlzeYv8NI/s320/IMG_6880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT8C6tMr3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/hpqSZCQStWY/s1600/IMG_6799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500298171974987634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT8C6tMr3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/hpqSZCQStWY/s320/IMG_6799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT7jQi6vRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6O9u4AiVbdE/s1600/IMG_6778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500297628081634578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT7jQi6vRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6O9u4AiVbdE/s320/IMG_6778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3024067421706200641?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3024067421706200641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3024067421706200641' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3024067421706200641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3024067421706200641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-year-pics.html' title='1 Year Pics'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TFT_VWsBJII/AAAAAAAAAbs/LLSa3rCmT2s/s72-c/IMG_6866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-29966399778141049</id><published>2010-06-27T16:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:03:09.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth Turns 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby turned 1 on Thursday! I can't believe it has already been a year. If feels like yesterday they were laying him in my arms. I must say that being a mom is the greatest gift in the world and I love being able to stay home and experience each milestone with them. Seth has been such a joy. He started out a huge home body and cried any time we tried to go anywhere. He has learned things very quickly... rolling over after a month, crawling at 5 months, and walking at 11 months. He just wants to be able to keep up with his big brother. He is so sweet when he smiles, his eyes just light up! He is kinda a mama's boy, but I am enjoying that for now. Some of the other things he can do now are: Say "mama" "dada" "ball", He loves wrestling with his brother, he LOVES to play ball and bat it around with his little baseball bat, he loves to make silly sounds and is always coming up with new ones, he loves being outside, and he loves water. We took him to the pool on Friday and it's a miracle he didn't drown. He just kept crawling out as deep as he could as fast as he could. He was a fish! This has been a great year and I look forward to witnessing another. Here are some pictures of the big day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487870596675181394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCjVO1Aim1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cr-enBGQCSk/s320/100_0864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend helped me make this puppy dog cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that looked just like his favorite stuffed animal that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he cannot sleep without!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487870587049384034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCjVORJkmGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/r_YmwACXSSE/s320/100_0868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Morning Birthday Boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487870580408626498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCjVN4aSrUI/AAAAAAAAAa0/TU-tH3zUxE0/s320/100_0875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slip n Sliding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487870566295792194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCjVND1h6kI/AAAAAAAAAas/xHSOUMaKjXc/s320/100_0889.JPG" /&gt;Seth loved making Root Beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tried to lick up the smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487624330343056402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCf1QPbjhBI/AAAAAAAAAak/H44KfhSYfG8/s320/100_0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seth with his Puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487624314811185250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCf1PVkd-GI/AAAAAAAAAac/Uz7-RRowTFA/s320/100_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loved opening presents at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first but got bored pretty quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487624308026138706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCf1O8SyYFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/N-0iNoWVbw8/s320/100_0962.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He really enjoyed that cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-29966399778141049?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/29966399778141049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=29966399778141049' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/29966399778141049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/29966399778141049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/06/seth-turns-1.html' title='Seth Turns 1!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TCjVO1Aim1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Cr-enBGQCSk/s72-c/100_0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2000605503873809622</id><published>2010-06-15T20:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:01:59.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth Walks!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes! Seth has started walking. It all started about 2 weeks ago when he decided to start taking steps between furniture. He then went to pulling himself up on furniture, taking 2 steps and then falling down because he thought we were clapping and laughing at the falling down part. He has gotten really good since then and now he can stand up in the middle of the floor and just start walking. He is so smart and so cute and his big brother could not be prouder of him. Every time Seth starts walking, Keyton cheers him on and then yells for me to come see how good he is doing. These 2 are already becoming best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f8081df44bdbd04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f8081df44bdbd04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75224D0B0588B0BB5EB57BF1DBEBCC29716A694E.11E9B483781E907D8636014A81A51B6FCCE38211%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f8081df44bdbd04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjbSEtHD6NcXzYZ41vAwHsSu2Fuo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f8081df44bdbd04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75224D0B0588B0BB5EB57BF1DBEBCC29716A694E.11E9B483781E907D8636014A81A51B6FCCE38211%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f8081df44bdbd04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjbSEtHD6NcXzYZ41vAwHsSu2Fuo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2000605503873809622?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2000605503873809622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2000605503873809622' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2000605503873809622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2000605503873809622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/06/seth-walks.html' title='Seth Walks!!!!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-1478484404248076237</id><published>2010-06-01T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:47:04.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have we been doing lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478032240138449090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TAXhTG2W8MI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CidViA7ibpc/s320/April-june+20103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you can see Keyton's Tiger face in the small pic! (halarious) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and look at the cheeks on that smiling baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you just want to kiss them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478032250207506450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TAXhTsXAkBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lqDJ_u9KjYA/s320/April-june+20104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pictures could never do this place justice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TAXhUF9sp0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/WJUoKmpIFTY/s1600/April-june+20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478032257080665922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TAXhUF9sp0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/WJUoKmpIFTY/s320/April-june+20105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I feel like Lightning McQueen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    We have been so busy and I barely have a minute to myself to blog. But a little catch-up is necessary. In may, we went to Hogle Zoo and it was perfect weather. We stayed with some friends in their time share and it was so fun to get to relax and enjoy some time together. Then we went backpacking to Escalante a couple weekends ago, and it was a blast. I love that hike and am amazed by the scenery there. We also went camping last weekend and got snowed on. (gotta love that Idaho weather!) Most of my time has been consumed with coaching my niece's softball team. It is a lot of work and has made me appreciate the time and dedication my coaches put in for me. Why do we always learn these things too late in life???? My baby is going to be 1 this month and it is giving me anxiety! Where did the time go???? Seth loves to dance to music, throw a ball back and forth, watch his brother be crazy, EAT, and he is actually taking a few steps on his own. He is such a cutie and such a good boy. When we went to Escalante, it was my first time leaving him overnight and it was for 4 days. I was so worried, but he did great! I'd like to think I'm more needed than I actually am I guess. But it was priceless to see their little faces light up when we got home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-1478484404248076237?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/1478484404248076237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=1478484404248076237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1478484404248076237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1478484404248076237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-have-we-been-doing-lately.html' title='What have we been doing lately?'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/TAXhTG2W8MI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CidViA7ibpc/s72-c/April-june+20103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4030058277653311624</id><published>2010-04-14T22:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:00:00.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love me some boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted to share some recent pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218380998688306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S8aXsCN8PjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CllXGrthu_o/s320/April-june+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the fine example &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; is to Seth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218956927825442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S8aYNjuJdiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uVo7h0Ymmf8/s320/April-june+20101.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seth on Easter Day. He was more cooperative &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; as you can see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460219536895635522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S8aYvURP8EI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pGtcJGRjcQ0/s320/April-june+20102.jpg" /&gt;And just a little update on my two little crazies: Seth is growing so fast and it is hard to believe he is only 3 months away from being 1! YIKES! He finally cut his first tooth just the other day and he has been waiting for this moment. Bring on the steak and potatoes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; this kid can put it away. He already out eats &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;. He spends hours going up and down our stairs and thinks it is so funny to scare family members by pretending he is going to fall down them. He knows how to go down them backwards but likes to see who he can make jump up and catch him. He walks all around the furniture and pushes his little train thing all around the living room. I think he will walk in the next month or so. He is just ready! Seth's most favorite this is his soft little puppy and the second he gets it in his hand, the thumb goes in the mouth and he is ready to fall asleep. But when he wakes up he finds it and throws it out of the crib and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squawks&lt;/span&gt; until I come get it cause he can't go to sleep without it. He is such a stink about it! He loves to play pat-a-cake, follow his mom everywhere around the house, wrestle with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;, and watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; run around like a maniac. He waves bye-bye, says &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt;, and he calls me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; for some reason. The last couple days he has been obsessed with this kazoo that he found and will sit there and play it. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. I love this little guy even though he still makes me get up with him in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; is crazy and funny as ever. That kid is not lacking in personality in any way. He is full of mischief, curiosity, questions, comments, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sassiness&lt;/span&gt;. He also has a bit of a cussing problem at some moments (mostly when he is playing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;) Right now he is OBSESSED with superheros. He can tell you about any hero you want to know about and begs me to buy him comic books? Where do you even find comic books??? He knows all about sidekicks and the justice league. I don't even know what these things are but he tells me all about them. It is very comical how much he gets into it. He is so big and knows everything about everything (just ask him) but one of my most favorite things he still does and I will be so sad when he figures it out, but he will say that he is going to ask somebody something when he really means he is going to tell them and that he is going to tell somebody something when he really means he is going to ask them. So like he will say, "I'm gonna ask my teacher that Robin is batman's sidekick" I love it!!!! Anyway, my kids are getting so big and it breaks my heart but I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finding&lt;/span&gt; much joy in this part of my journey. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-4030058277653311624?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4030058277653311624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4030058277653311624' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4030058277653311624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4030058277653311624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-me-some-boys.html' title='I Love me some boys'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S8aXsCN8PjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CllXGrthu_o/s72-c/April-june+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-63304275130859884</id><published>2010-03-17T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:46:42.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No I'm not pregnant, but we did get a new addition to our family today. I think we are insane, but my husband convinced me to get another dog. We really wanted a great dane, but we got an opportunity to get a full bred brindle bull mastiff. So basically we got a $1000 dog for free. He is a really good dog and his name is Aries. These pictures don't do him justice, they make him look small, but he is really actually 105 lbs. Are we crazy or what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449830536538404498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S6Gv_6BytpI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rNop7n3MS8M/s320/January-march+20104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-63304275130859884?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/63304275130859884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=63304275130859884' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/63304275130859884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/63304275130859884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-baby.html' title='Another Baby!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S6Gv_6BytpI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rNop7n3MS8M/s72-c/January-march+20104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6523192941996148794</id><published>2010-03-14T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:40:46.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Did This Happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   When did my baby get so big??? We got home tonight and I was looking at Seth asleep in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; (which he is really getting too big for, but I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attachment&lt;/span&gt; issues) and could not believe how fast time has gone. I feel like we were just bringing him home in this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; and now his feet are hanging out of it. He is such a cute little guy though. I'm sure you can see the bruise on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's a permanent fixture there since he keeps crawling into everything.... chairs, walls, anything. He has figured out how to climb up the stairs too. He is a very busy little guy. Anyway here are some pics of my little fellow:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448712960303549490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S523kaH1zDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/B9ncdnXzUKY/s320/January-march+20102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His first mess as a busy body.  Doesn't he look so innocent??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448712972327242034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S523lG6gyTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/m6WuLUYbUCg/s320/2010-03-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jamies&lt;/span&gt; but I don't think I can cram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him in them one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448712949372961746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S523jxZyQ9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/kO6DkVJfgJM/s320/January-march+20103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pictures I took tonight.  How sweet is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6523192941996148794?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6523192941996148794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6523192941996148794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6523192941996148794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6523192941996148794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-did-this-happen.html' title='When Did This Happen?'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S523kaH1zDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/B9ncdnXzUKY/s72-c/January-march+20102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7227525026658028137</id><published>2010-02-21T18:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:54:08.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 yrs ago today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440878104543052642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S4Hhzx99Q2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/JMTgW4WuFZ8/s320/Starred+Photos.jpg" /&gt; 6 years ago&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440878120724566530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S4Hh0uP7kgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MJA2QNIzNjQ/s320/Starred+Photos2.jpg" /&gt;see how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S4HhzCuEaBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/NWTS6eaIUL0/s1600-h/Starred+Photos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440878091859945490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S4HhzCuEaBI/AAAAAAAAAYk/NWTS6eaIUL0/s320/Starred+Photos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of the things we love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I married the love of my life. I know, sounds &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; cheesy but this entire post is gonna be cheese central, so fair warning. I just wanted to write down some thoughts that I am having today as I think about the last 6 years. Have they been a breeze??? Most certainly not. Have there been days I wanted to kill my husband??? Absolutely. But has it been worth it??? Most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think when Trevor and I got married we realized how truly lucky we were to get each other. We were young and in love and it was great. But what has happened since then has gotten even better. He has truly become my absolute best friend and my life partner. Trevor is always willing to listen to and try to help me with any problem that I come to him with. We LOVE spending time together and are always trying to take advantage of every minute we have together. He will help me with anything I ask but most of the time I don't even have to ask, he is just already there doing it. He is a wonderful example of putting others first and always trying to improve himself. He has given me two wonderful children, and is an amazing dad. He is always trying to spend as much time with our kids as he can. Another thing I love about Trevor is that he is not just a sit on the couch and watch TV kind of guy. He is always busy doing something and we have got to do many fun things because of it. However, I do love those moments when we get to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie. Trevor is always making me feel better about myself and he truly makes me a better person. I hope I have done the same in return for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Trevor, thanks for the last 6 years. I look forward to many more. Thanks for the good times, the foot rubs (even though I know you hate it), all your help and support, and mostly for your love. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7227525026658028137?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7227525026658028137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7227525026658028137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7227525026658028137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7227525026658028137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-yrs-ago-today.html' title='6 yrs ago today...'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S4Hhzx99Q2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/JMTgW4WuFZ8/s72-c/Starred+Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3384707811220798714</id><published>2010-02-18T17:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:07:31.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We R Still Alive.. I promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S33kStGAaxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YAHZvQbgLMw/s1600-h/January-march+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439754934926994194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S33kStGAaxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YAHZvQbgLMw/s320/January-march+20101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day I think to myself, " I need to update my blog." Then the day just flies by with no time. So a few things that have been going on here. We have been enjoying what little snow we get. Of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; loves to go out and help Dad shovel snow. Seth had to watch from the window and was very upset he didn't get to go out too. Then Trevor and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keton&lt;/span&gt; made a snowman, so I took Seth out for a pic with it. We have gone skiing and snowshoeing a few times. Our kids love being outside and enjoying the outdoors with us. I actually took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; skiing for his first time this year and he did really well. He thinks he is ready for the big lift at Beaver but I told him he has got to learn to stop first. Over the last few months, Seth has learned to sit up, crawl, and go up the stairs. He doesn't relax for a second. Now we are experiencing the joys of teething! He is growing very fast. We are just having fun and looking forward to the summer. Hope you all are doing great too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3384707811220798714?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3384707811220798714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3384707811220798714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3384707811220798714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3384707811220798714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-r-still-alive-i-promise.html' title='We R Still Alive.. I promise.'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S33kStGAaxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YAHZvQbgLMw/s72-c/January-march+20101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-5794457692817587379</id><published>2010-01-26T19:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:03:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat in the Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been meaning to post this for a while now, but haven't had time. The week of Keyton's birthday, I had preschool and I did a preschool birthday party. It was Cat in the Hat themed and we had a great time. We did lots of Dr. Suess themed games and then we had a surprise visitor. That's right.... Cat in the Hat came. I know you are all wondering who that handsome man in the suit is... yep that's my hubby. What a good sport he was when I came up with this idea. I didn't even have to beg him. He is seriously the best husband and dad ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431248470593986370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S1-rtUCjX0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/qkdjErE1buo/s320/100_0479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431249423677302002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S1-skyjUpPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/F4ijX7rBc3Q/s320/100_0480.JPG" /&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/4327626473387010681-5794457692817587379?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/5794457692817587379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=5794457692817587379' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5794457692817587379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5794457692817587379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/01/cat-in-hat.html' title='Cat in the Hat'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S1-rtUCjX0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/qkdjErE1buo/s72-c/100_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8149730409615670018</id><published>2010-01-19T11:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:20:02.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Ok.... I can't procrastinate it any longer.  But I think I need some help from all of you.  Let me explain... Before I had Seth, I was going to the gym everyday and loved it.  Then, the gym I was going to took away their daycare, making it impossible for me to go.  So, naturally, I just quit going and paid the membership out.  Now it is cancelled, and I am in serious need of some weight loss.  Here's my dilemma, I can either join Fitness or Golds Gym.  I've heard that Fitness has way better classes (which I am one that has to go to classes due to lack of self motivation) but the facility is outdated and a little bit scary if you want to know the truth.  The daycare there is also this small room with no windows and looks like a dungeon but nice people watching the kids.  But keep in mind... Good Classes.  Gold's Gym is brand new, hotsy totsy, awesome daycare; however, I have heard the classes are horrible. &lt;br /&gt;So, since I have been debating this for almost a year now, I'm calling on you to make a decision for me.  PLEASE!!!!!  Fitness or Golds??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8149730409615670018?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8149730409615670018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8149730409615670018' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8149730409615670018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8149730409615670018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/01/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7339785295635081988</id><published>2010-01-14T17:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:05:17.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Keyton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0-_LhVdTWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TffYvrv3TmM/s1600-h/100_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426766280652574050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0-_LhVdTWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TffYvrv3TmM/s320/100_0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0-_LEd9BsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3IQBqiIlRfw/s1600-h/January-march+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426766272903579330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0-_LEd9BsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3IQBqiIlRfw/s320/January-march+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keyton turned 4 on Tuesday and it has been a week full of birthday fun for him. He got to have a family party and we had a party with his friends from preschool too. I made him a spiderman cake and he thought it was great, and we had a Dr. Suess birthday party with friends. He has been so funny about it though. He has a measuring stick in his room and he is still 3'4'' so we can not convince him that he is 4 years old because he "doesn't reach the 4 yet" Trevor tried explaining that he isn't 27 feet tall, but Keyton doesn't get it. So I guess he will be 3 for a little while longer which is fine with me. Some of Keyton's favorite things are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wrestling his little brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-playing Army guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-his new Bakugans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Reading books for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He loves going to preschool and can almost write his name by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He wants to be a monster truck driver when he grows up and his truck will be named Lightning Bolt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He also wants to be a boxer when he grows up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He is still always good for snuggles, and tons of loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Getting very good about helping mom out around the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Idolizes his dad and wants to be just like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Loves playing sports &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Says his favorite color is Silver! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor and I adore this little guy and love getting to laugh at him daily. He is truly a character!&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/4327626473387010681-7339785295635081988?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7339785295635081988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7339785295635081988' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7339785295635081988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7339785295635081988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-keyton.html' title='Happy Birthday Keyton!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0-_LhVdTWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TffYvrv3TmM/s72-c/100_0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8428984719615768059</id><published>2010-01-08T17:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:11:57.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0fXIjLhogI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nSXeCso9MyU/s1600-h/june-august.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424540818073559554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0fXIjLhogI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nSXeCso9MyU/s320/june-august.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just barely got Seth's blessing pictures from my sister, and as I was looking through them, it made me really sad. Why do babies have to get big so fast???? It's amazing to think he was so little just 6 months ago. I have to admit that when we found out Seth was not the girl I thought he was, I was pretty disappointed, but now I can't imagine my life without this little guy. I love seeing his face light up when I go to get him out of bed in the mornings, I love how he grabs my cheeks with all he's got and gives me the biggest kisses ever, and when I walk into a room how excited he gets thinking I'm going to pick him up. I love seeing him laugh at his big brother and try his very hardest to get across the room. I love how he smiles with his whole body and will give you a smile even if he is crying at the same time. I love being a mom and am soooo thankful I get to stay home to witness all of this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8428984719615768059?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8428984719615768059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8428984719615768059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8428984719615768059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8428984719615768059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/S0fXIjLhogI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nSXeCso9MyU/s72-c/june-august.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3505999105423717736</id><published>2009-12-29T23:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:38:02.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Missed You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420913274693953058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Szrz5vBVJiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p73dONlCZZs/s320/100_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420913945437423314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Szr0gxvCRtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3sL7_hUBNI0/s320/december+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes all of you, but mostly I have missed the ski hill! Trevor and I went skiing with my dad and sister yesterday and it felt so good to be up there again. I wanted to go last year but was barely pregnant and my husband convinced me it wasn't the best idea. So, first chance we got this year, we were taking it. However, I must say there wasn't very much snow. We were skiing over top of rocks and trees all day. But it was very worth it! There is no greater feeling than riding up the lift that first time each winter. I love it!!!! Although I am feeling it today... Gotta love the burn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3505999105423717736?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3505999105423717736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3505999105423717736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3505999105423717736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3505999105423717736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-missed-you.html' title='I&apos;ve Missed You...'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Szrz5vBVJiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p73dONlCZZs/s72-c/100_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2862301754763461089</id><published>2009-11-30T20:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:17:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth 5 months old</title><content type='html'>My sister came and took some pictures of Seth for me. I must say for how grumpy he was, we got some pretty good ones. See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410100755712848610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSJ-S9WMuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zU_lT_El2dI/s320/IMG_4287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410101416636638802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSKkxF25lI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m5JmW2_3Hkc/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410100777717420098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSJ_k7pUEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mEC39ms4gDU/s320/IMG_4302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410100768056820706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSJ_A8YQ-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/T6pdSDb9_y4/s320/IMG_4301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410100764860630578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSJ-1CWRjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xUL3720O3Lk/s320/IMG_4288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410100747168307698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSJ9zIK2fI/AAAAAAAAAV8/arZb0ox24V8/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2862301754763461089?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2862301754763461089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2862301754763461089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2862301754763461089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2862301754763461089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/11/seth-5-months-old.html' title='Seth 5 months old'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSJ-S9WMuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zU_lT_El2dI/s72-c/IMG_4287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8311428600778392696</id><published>2009-11-30T18:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:59:40.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love the holidays and getting to spend time with family.  My family has always been very big into traditions, and I love going home to enjoy them once again and passing them onto my children.  On Thanksgiving we always go to my Grandma Gloria's for dinner.  It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; a good time and fabulous company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSFtY3wDlI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uLqHrBa6e3A/s1600/September-November.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410096067195702866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSFtY3wDlI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uLqHrBa6e3A/s320/September-November.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so fun to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; get to play with his cousins. He looks forward to it so much, and they are finally at an age where they get along for the most part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSFFhri5QI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TeWzZ4xsxbw/s1600/September-November1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410095382365660418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSFFhri5QI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TeWzZ4xsxbw/s320/September-November1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sisters got to hang out and chat while waiting for the turkey to cook. Chris isn't in these cause she went shooting with the guys. She's more ambitious than the rest of us. And finally picture of my haircut, it's only taken me a month to post one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSEJpfv25I/AAAAAAAAAVc/un7qpqI6RrI/s1600/September-November3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410094353671510930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSEJpfv25I/AAAAAAAAAVc/un7qpqI6RrI/s320/September-November3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are the kids helping Grandpa put up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; yard decorations. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trayton&lt;/span&gt; was the only one who really helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSDStRdavI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZXC69gEHF-o/s1600/September-November2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410093409792518898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSDStRdavI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZXC69gEHF-o/s320/September-November2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We always go get my parents a Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving and do a little sledding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8311428600778392696?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8311428600778392696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8311428600778392696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8311428600778392696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8311428600778392696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SxSFtY3wDlI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uLqHrBa6e3A/s72-c/September-November.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2808345409922399495</id><published>2009-11-21T15:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:08:14.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got the Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SwhjsztJhKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KV6Al14dFeg/s1600/1christmas_tree.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406680974103250082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SwhjsztJhKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KV6Al14dFeg/s320/1christmas_tree.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; Fever that is.  I have been dying to put my tree up for weeks now and so, I finally did it.  I know, it's not even Thanksgiving yet, but I just tell people, "On &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; we can be thankful for Christmas." Right???  I must admit though, I am a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, I try not to open my blinds so people won't see how ridiculous I am.  So we just enjoy our Christmas decorations in private.  I just love the Christmas season, and it always seems to go by way too fast.  I can't wait until everyone gets their stuff put up and we can go drive around every night looking at Christmas lights.  I love this time of year.  The only thing that could make it better is some SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2808345409922399495?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2808345409922399495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2808345409922399495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2808345409922399495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2808345409922399495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-fever.html' title='I Got the Fever'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SwhjsztJhKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KV6Al14dFeg/s72-c/1christmas_tree.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2884688076391621774</id><published>2009-11-13T16:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:48:13.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Outlet</title><content type='html'>I am starting a new blog about kids and the things they say.  I seem to never be lacking in material, thanks to Keyton.  Please check it out for a good laugh and maybe some life lessons.  And please, share the funny things your kids say with me, so I can share them also.  The website is http://kidismsetc.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2884688076391621774?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2884688076391621774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2884688076391621774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2884688076391621774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2884688076391621774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-outlet.html' title='A New Outlet'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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-4327626473387010681.post-4550320907437532197</id><published>2009-11-05T12:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:19:06.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when you only blog once a month!</title><content type='html'>Wow! I am a blog slacker. things have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; crazy around our house this last month. Will I ever get used to having to take care of 2 kids and a house? I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to wonder. Lets see, a little update on us: Trevor has been really busy with work and army. He is in Officer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Candidate&lt;/span&gt; School and has to go to Boise quite a bit. We will be glad once he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commissions&lt;/span&gt;. I have been staying busy with sick kids and housework. Sounds so exciting doesn't it? Some of our neighborhood moms got together and do a preschool with our kids at different houses each week. I got to do this week and it is really fun coming up with ways to entertain 8 three and four year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; for 3 hrs. I actually really like doing it. I have also been getting to spend more time with my sister Tessa since she moved here. It has been really nice because we are so far apart in age, we haven't been that close, and since she moved here, we have gotten so much closer. I really love it and love her to death. And, the day before Halloween, I decided to cut my hair. I cut 18 inches off the back and donated it to locks of love. It has been so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; since I have had long hair for a very long time. But, I just needed a change. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; is enjoying going to preschool and learning how to write his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alphabet&lt;/span&gt;. He is always so eager to learn something new. He can tell you what "metamorphosis" is and loves to show off to everyone explaining it to them.  He just finished up playing soccer and what an adventure that was. He just kinda tagged along in the back of the group and didn't seem all that impressed with the sport. I have to tell one funny story about him though. The other day, we went to watch my nephew Colby wrestle in his first match. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was very excited to get to watch "the fight". As Colby was wrestling, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was cheering him on. As soon as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; realized that Colby was about to lose, he yelled as loud as he could, "Punch him Colby!" Everyone around us cracked up laughing. He was just trying to help his cousin out. :) And finally baby Seth, he is growing like a weed. I think he is a giant baby. He dwarfs about every other kid his age. He is figuring out how to army crawl and doesn't hold still for 2 seconds. He loves his jumper and he really loves his mommy. I don't mean to brag, but when I'm around he can't take his eyes off me. What can I say? I have that effect on people. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry this is so long, but it's more for me than you guys. I need to write all this stuff down. Our Halloween was pretty fun. We went to Old Town trick or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treating&lt;/span&gt; and then to a trunk or treat with my friend Misty, then we came home and watched a movie and passed out candy to our trick or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;. Trevor was in Boise so I got to do it all on my own. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of work! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was Captain Jack Sparrow and Seth was a skunk (thanks to Andrea) and he also had some cute skeleton &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; he wore once he couldn't take the skunk costume anymore. So I think that's all I have. Adios and thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400713138180944210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SvMv_CcPcVI/AAAAAAAAATg/5F9mUNGUDIY/s320/100_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keyton tagging along in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400713155928650498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SvMwAEjn8wI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j551yQh0NdE/s320/100_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did Imention he's quite the thumb sucker.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I swore I would never let this happen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400713152180111298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SvMv_2l5x8I/AAAAAAAAATw/E5SgMAjAhzE/s320/100_0194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us at our Ward Trunk or Treat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trevor's behind the camera. I need some pics of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400713142659293250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SvMv_TH9oEI/AAAAAAAAATo/NuEZT15YajI/s320/100_0190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute Little kids if I say so myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400713169301009778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SvMwA2X19XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DdIw51R__9A/s320/100_0201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy Jack Sparrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-4550320907437532197?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4550320907437532197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4550320907437532197' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4550320907437532197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4550320907437532197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-happens-when-you-only-blog.html' title='This is what happens when you only blog once a month!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SvMv_CcPcVI/AAAAAAAAATg/5F9mUNGUDIY/s72-c/100_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2703679588847955859</id><published>2009-10-22T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:12:58.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs do fly....and they "flu" past our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SuDka3LY9lI/AAAAAAAAATY/dlkL2tNVFPs/s1600-h/flying-pig_~har0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395563503729309266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SuDka3LY9lI/AAAAAAAAATY/dlkL2tNVFPs/s320/flying-pig_~har0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I believe we have the swine flu.  Can I just say this has been the worst week of my life (physically and health wise).  So, you get to hear me vent.  Last Tuesday, I woke up and literally could not move my head off the pillow.  Any tiny movement I made sent this shooting pain through my entire body.  Trevor was at work, so I had to call my little sister and tell her the baby was awake and I couldn't go get him cuz I couldn't move.  She came to my house and took care of me (poor girl) until Trevor got here cause I called his work and told him I needed some serious help.  Apparently I have a bulging disc in my neck and I've heard of it but never imagined it could be so painful.  I have been in full blown labor pushing a baby out and the pain was pretty comparable to that.  Everytime I tried to move or even when I didn't there is was, making me scream and cry.  It was intense.  So I had just started feeling better from that on Sunday and Keyton had a fever that morning.  It got worse throughout the day and by the end of the day I had one too.  After going through aches, chills, cold sweats, my chest feeling like it is about to explode, losing my voice, coughing up a lung, an ear infection and a sinus infection... today is the first day I am feeling semi human.  However, I am still coughing and raspy so I'm not sure this is over yet.  Keyton had it for about 3 days and Seth has had an ear infection and is now losing his voice.  Lets just say, it's been a long week at this house.  Please pigs skip our house next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2703679588847955859?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2703679588847955859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2703679588847955859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2703679588847955859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2703679588847955859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/10/pigs-do-flyand-they-flu-past-our-house.html' title='Pigs do fly....and they &quot;flu&quot; past our house'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SuDka3LY9lI/AAAAAAAAATY/dlkL2tNVFPs/s72-c/flying-pig_~har0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8420659941155286874</id><published>2009-10-10T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:32:49.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful weekend</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday yesterday and it was a wonderful day.  I wanted to go to Gardner's village in Salt Lake, so we dropped Keyton off at my mom and dad's and left Friday morning with the baby.  We went there and it was soooo nice to be able to relax and have an actual conversation with my husband.  He was so nice to do whatever I wanted and just tagged along behind me.  He is a good man.  Then, we went to my Uncle's bakery and got my favorite mint brownies.  Yum!!!! Then we went to dinner at the Olive Garden.  We tried to get home early since Keyton was busy baking me a cake while we were gone. It was so nice to get a break.  So I have to thank my husband for the fabulous day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8420659941155286874?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8420659941155286874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8420659941155286874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8420659941155286874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8420659941155286874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderful-weekend.html' title='A wonderful weekend'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7479440338672280553</id><published>2009-10-01T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:17:34.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this normal????</title><content type='html'>So this is what Seth has been doing for the last 3 weeks.  Mind you he is only barely 3 months old.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; didn't roll over until like 5 months.  If he could figure out how to move his arms he would literally be crawling.  I'm not ready for this already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f88916841ace542e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df88916841ace542e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32BE58A7FBAE04EA780A20096C3093CBBDFA586D.50A9FEFC17E278FF3B10E36355B092AA24AB9849%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df88916841ace542e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2rlXblurEn_5km5Qj3uoVkoFrlE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df88916841ace542e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32BE58A7FBAE04EA780A20096C3093CBBDFA586D.50A9FEFC17E278FF3B10E36355B092AA24AB9849%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df88916841ace542e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2rlXblurEn_5km5Qj3uoVkoFrlE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7479440338672280553?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7479440338672280553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7479440338672280553' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7479440338672280553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7479440338672280553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-normal.html' title='Is this normal????'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3554689846445318474</id><published>2009-09-25T15:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:46:08.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a month! Wow that month went by fast. Life has been so busy. Keyton started soccer and he can't decide if he loves it or hates it. Mostly he just want to introduce himself to everyone on the other team and when they won't talk to him (because they are trying to play) he gets all upset. He is such MR. Social. He is also doing a little preschool and he loves the fact he is big enough to go to school. Seth turned 3 months yesterday and is getting so big. He is already over 14 lbs.! We are getting very excited for October to come... birthdays and Halloween are always fun right? Keyton is going to be Jack Sparrow (only because he will get to carry a sword) and seth is goin to be a skunk. So cute!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385522560284417154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sr04PB-a3II/AAAAAAAAATA/VYLjNGOe8O8/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385524477234493122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sr05-nK7tsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/am5KEwvyEWU/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385522554370990898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sr04Or8jIzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/quj-4eLZ7Rw/s320/IMG_2216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3554689846445318474?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3554689846445318474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3554689846445318474' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3554689846445318474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3554689846445318474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-havent-updated-in-month-wow-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sr04PB-a3II/AAAAAAAAATA/VYLjNGOe8O8/s72-c/IMG_2271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-522090213157583284</id><published>2009-08-21T13:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:22:07.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pics.</title><content type='html'>We decided to get some new family pictures to include our little one (even though babies just don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photograph&lt;/span&gt; all that well) So here are some. But I just have to tell a little story. We were going to BL to get them done so we went down the night before. At 11:00 that night I realized I had forgotten all my makeup and we were getting pics done at 8 that morning. So, I had to wear my mom's makeup, which, if you know my mom, is about 10 shades too dark for me. Talk about bad luck when it comes to family picture time. Here is a collage of some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373643551887095778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SpMEVvPMd-I/AAAAAAAAASw/iYht7yqyPZA/s400/Starred+Photos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-522090213157583284?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/522090213157583284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=522090213157583284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/522090213157583284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/522090213157583284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-family-pics.html' title='New Family Pics.'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SpMEVvPMd-I/AAAAAAAAASw/iYht7yqyPZA/s72-c/Starred+Photos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4413775660470936162</id><published>2009-08-17T17:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:35:56.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...when you're having fun!</title><content type='html'>Wow wE have BeeN so BusY laTley. sO a qUicK upDate: mY baBy iS gEttinG HUGE! anD I jusT thInK he iS sO stInkinG cuTe. I cUt KeyTon's hAir, AnD i'm Not sO suRe I LoVE iT, But It iS PretTY cuTE. AftEr hE lOokEd iN the MirRoR, hE SaiD, "mY HaIr Cut MadE My eArs grOw biGger." :) LaSt MoNdaY, wE RodE the TraIn in SodA with All ouR CouSins on TreVor'S siDe. It wAs waY Fun. tHeN, on ThurSdaY, wE weNT wItH SoMe FriEnds to SLC tO The AQuaRiuM tHerE. On fRiDay, wE WeNt to hoGle ZoO. KeYtOn goT to SpeND lOtS of tIme wItH hiS gIrlfrIEnd IsaBelL. SAturDaY, wE weNt OuT to TreVor's woRK anD goT tO taKE TouR. It waS InterEstTing to aCtuAlLy sEe whAt trEvOr doEs oUt thErE. Then YesTerDay, wE heAdED dOwN to BL, so wE coUlD GeT sOmE nEW famIlY pICs doNe thIs MorNInG. I LoVe staYinG bUsY buT thIS wEeK haS beEN CrAZy.!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371090222908471202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SonyGbkId6I/AAAAAAAAARY/BYY4rNyoTro/s400/june-august2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371090235981430866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SonyHMQ-AFI/AAAAAAAAARg/czS8Mk0-Xjs/s400/june-august3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371090243380220978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SonyHn0-lDI/AAAAAAAAARo/ChquEEeEAtA/s400/june-august4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371090256637093186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SonyIZNqZUI/AAAAAAAAARw/C_zOe4T51K4/s400/june-august5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371090267293232434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SonyJA6SLTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-MKeULVr4Os/s400/june-august6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-4413775660470936162?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4413775660470936162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4413775660470936162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4413775660470936162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4413775660470936162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-youre-having-fun.html' title='...when you&apos;re having fun!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SonyGbkId6I/AAAAAAAAARY/BYY4rNyoTro/s72-c/june-august2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4419479789390513644</id><published>2009-07-30T18:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:37:31.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SnI8pQnWCwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dmaytp7GZZg/s1600-h/june-august1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364416785683974914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SnI8pQnWCwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dmaytp7GZZg/s400/june-august1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SnI8ox4zBpI/AAAAAAAAARI/J-vWmxCAKpg/s1600-h/june-august.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364416777435678354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SnI8ox4zBpI/AAAAAAAAARI/J-vWmxCAKpg/s400/june-august.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my baby is already a month old. Where does the time go. He has been such a good baby, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; seems to have adjusted to him pretty well. I think he loves him a little too much, he can't leave him alone even when he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to sleep. Whenever anyone even looks at Seth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; says, "he's cute huh?" We have been so busy lately, it has been crazy. And we are very glad to have Dad back. It was a little rough without him, but we survived. Here are some pics of things we have been up to lately. We went to grandma's, the lake, fishing, and bike riding. Good times. Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; reading if having as much fun as we are. &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/4327626473387010681-4419479789390513644?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4419479789390513644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4419479789390513644' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4419479789390513644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4419479789390513644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/07/already.html' title='Already???'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SnI8pQnWCwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dmaytp7GZZg/s72-c/june-august1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7472491891511523197</id><published>2009-07-12T13:51:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:11:41.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are really enjoying our little one and can't believe he's already been here 2 1/2 weeks. Trevor had to go to a military training on Friday and will be gone for 2 weeks. When he gets back, Seth will already be a month old. Time flies! Just thought I would post some pics of things going on lately. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357664695763274018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Slo_p5ifCSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fK2ooP9ypIw/s400/GEDC0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Keyton loves his "little buddy" and wants him to sleep with him at night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357665038247089618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Slo_91Y_VdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/u1Qq_thIR7k/s400/GEDC0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was on the 4th of July. Don' they look sweet????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357665585542594082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SlpAdsOZ_iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5nRVUANmzYo/s400/GEDC0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keyton at the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357665893977316066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SlpAvpO-WuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3x7CYZlDBDg/s400/GEDC0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Seth at the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357666289769051874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SlpBGrrE9uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/db_shV22_AA/s400/GEDC0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Keyton during fireworks. (He had to wear his "mufflers" because they were too loud.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357666785378278514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SlpBjh9hnHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ikhlUXV1rB8/s400/GEDC0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Seth during the fireworks (are you seeing a pattern here?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357667709779571138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SlpCZVn98cI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ba26xVRsRR0/s400/GEDC0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watching Dad fly away at the airport.  After the plane left the ground, then came the tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things have been busy, but that's what keeps us going.  I just have to say how grateful I am for a husband who is willing to serve our country and loves doing it.  We love him for it and will definitely miss him while he is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7472491891511523197?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7472491891511523197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7472491891511523197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7472491891511523197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7472491891511523197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-fun.html' title='Having Fun'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Slo_p5ifCSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fK2ooP9ypIw/s72-c/GEDC0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3545523061700211329</id><published>2009-07-03T22:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:49:12.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sk7ekzAdDlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4SK8qnxVKxM/s1600-h/Starred+Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354461730738867794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sk7ekzAdDlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4SK8qnxVKxM/s400/Starred+Photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy cow! Do you ever have a spare moment with 2 kids? By the time we all get ready for the day, it's already noon. Then, if I'm not nursing the baby (which it seems like I'm doing nonstop) then I'm trying to give Keyton the attention that he is just dying for. Seems like it would be easy but, when your bottom hurts, your you know whats on top hurt, and your insides hurt, this just isn't so easy. However I must say I am recovering much faster with this one than I did with Keyton. Okay so I promised more pics and a story so I will try my best to keep it as short as possible so I don't bore you all to death. Since I wasn't thinning at all, I decided to get started which I was dreading. I went in to the hospital at 8:30 Tuesday night and they put the first Cytotec in (cytotec just thins your cervix and can start contractions) I got the next one at 1:30 and they wanted me to sleep but yeah right, I had way too much on my mind. By 4:30 I was feeling pretty strong contractions. They checked me about 5:30 and I was dilated to a 5. The nurse was like "are you sure you don't want an epidural" and I decided to get one. You forget how bad those contractions really hurt. The guy came in and got it in by 6:30 and by then I was dilated to a 9. I started pushing at 6:50 and had him at 7:01. Pretty quick labor again. And I must say I loved the epidural. I stopped the pain but I could still feel enough pressure to know when to push and could feel him come out. When he got out, he was blue and they got him breathing once they moved him to the table. All the blood vessels in his face were popped and he looked like one big bruise. Come to find out, he had the cord around his neck when he came out. I had wondered if he did and when I asked Trevor he said he couldn't tell cause it all happened so fast. But when we took him into the nursery after he was 2 days old, the nurse was like, "I remember you, the one with the cord around your neck." Thanks for letting us know doc! His bruising has gone away and now he is just getting the little baby acne. Poor kid. But he is still the cutest thing ever and I love him to pieces. I am really stingy with this one. I don't like to share him with anyone else. I think it's just because now I realize how fast the time goes and they aren't this little for very long. And now my baby is awake (I can hear him on the monitor) so I must get back to nursing. Wish me well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3545523061700211329?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3545523061700211329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3545523061700211329' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3545523061700211329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3545523061700211329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-little-time.html' title='So Little Time'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sk7ekzAdDlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4SK8qnxVKxM/s72-c/Starred+Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7042516863670253079</id><published>2009-06-26T22:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:56:05.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth Arnold Reddish</title><content type='html'>He is finally here! It's late and I have got to get some sleep while he is but I thought I'd post a quick pic. Labor story and more pics to follow. This is him leaving the hospital. He was born Wednesday June 24 at 7:01 am. He weighed 7lbs. 14oz. and was 21 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351866531143329746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SkWmQTIZp9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/fVWsbYcYQoM/s400/GEDC0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7042516863670253079?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7042516863670253079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7042516863670253079' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7042516863670253079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7042516863670253079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/06/seth-arnold-reddish.html' title='Seth Arnold Reddish'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SkWmQTIZp9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/fVWsbYcYQoM/s72-c/GEDC0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3753819381034131905</id><published>2009-06-22T19:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:26:30.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Gone</title><content type='html'>My due date has come and gone... and still no baby.  This little guy is driving me crazy.  I have wanted so bad to go on my own and he is just not wanting to co-operate.  Do you think that's a bad sign already???? So my Dr. said, "are you ready to throw in the towel?" and I had to say yes.  So, they are inducing me on Tuesday night.  We better have a baby here by Wednesday morning.  I am dreading being induced again and hope that it goes better than last time.  I envy all you women who go early.  It sucks to be 9 1/2 months pregnant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3753819381034131905?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3753819381034131905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3753819381034131905' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3753819381034131905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3753819381034131905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-and-gone.html' title='Come and Gone'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2253397675434659029</id><published>2009-06-13T17:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:11:53.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Pregnant</title><content type='html'>For anyone who is wondering... yes I am still pregnant and getting a little fed up with it.  I have swore all along that I will not get started, but will this kid come any other way???????  Another stubborn boy.   All I don't need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2253397675434659029?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2253397675434659029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2253397675434659029' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2253397675434659029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2253397675434659029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-pregnant.html' title='Still Pregnant'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2688906190490685322</id><published>2009-06-01T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:46:57.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece of Quiet</title><content type='html'>After another long day of pregnancy I finally get some peace and quiet.  It was so funny today, I was sitting on the couch with my feet propped up to help with my ankles and feet that are the size of balloons by noon each day now (I'm not bitter or anything)  and Keyton comes in and says, "Mom do you need a piece of quiet?"  I started laughing and said "no I'm okay."  Then he got a big grin on his face and said, " do you need a piece of loud?"  I quickly told him no I didn't need that either!  So from now on I think I'm going to refer to it as a piece of quiet and to be honest in this household it's usually on a small piece of quiet that I get.&lt;br /&gt;Although I am getting a little tired of a big belly and swollen ankles, I'm not really sure I'm ready to have a baby either.  Which is harder?? I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2688906190490685322?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2688906190490685322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2688906190490685322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2688906190490685322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2688906190490685322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/06/piece-of-quiet.html' title='Piece of Quiet'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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-4327626473387010681.post-3010986463122387019</id><published>2009-05-19T22:10:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:09:28.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we have had some nice weather and it has been much needed. We have been so busy the last couple weeks and I thought I would post some pics of our happenings. We have been dying to get out camping and thought we would take a quick trip up to Scout Mt. However, the road was still closed so we went out by the reservoir at a fun little campground that had a playground which Keyton loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337758278169949794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOG35M4dmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zeqsUtrZ2oo/s400/GEDC0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was right after I had pushed Keyton too high on the swing and he belly flopped out of the swing. Luckily he still has a smile on his face and he still loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337761960236967074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOKON-EZKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vp5J-vFAyBY/s400/GEDC0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We also got to see some huge fish right off the dock which was exciting for Keyton.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337760504364605026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOI5ebDHmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/abOGVoyoTNU/s400/GEDC0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then this weekend, my side of the family was up to see Harlee's dance recital and Keyton's last tee ball game. Keyton had quite the fan club for his last game. He was quite the show off for all of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337762555648625778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOKw4DRTHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Y-A7ywd-VKY/s400/GEDC0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He did so good and got 2 really good hits off the pitcher. I had to post this video of his hit but for some reason the color is all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed7e0a5fa19fc924" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded7e0a5fa19fc924%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E76FF805EE40E46A73481C2E3A59CB411109191.3F326531C764B096EE0D6B42FCCCA61D6A9BBE3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded7e0a5fa19fc924%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DidqqMxt8d75G9bF3h9M7L5Tb48o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded7e0a5fa19fc924%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E76FF805EE40E46A73481C2E3A59CB411109191.3F326531C764B096EE0D6B42FCCCA61D6A9BBE3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded7e0a5fa19fc924%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DidqqMxt8d75G9bF3h9M7L5Tb48o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keyton's most favorite thing at his games is getting to slide home. You can't see it perfectly but it's the only one I got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337766018602965346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShON6cj7GWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SK_BZADrfNI/s400/GEDC0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-867b81be6301e0b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D867b81be6301e0b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38130B0D922F7E79C8416B1B7A1829948779DC39.370C8B240EE7CFF0553EB72CC74BBFE8B75A86AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D867b81be6301e0b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZYMisHPHSkkpwFcl4TLcAtsLZzg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D867b81be6301e0b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331743997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38130B0D922F7E79C8416B1B7A1829948779DC39.370C8B240EE7CFF0553EB72CC74BBFE8B75A86AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D867b81be6301e0b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZYMisHPHSkkpwFcl4TLcAtsLZzg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each player got a cute trophy afte the game and Keyton just knew that his team was the "champions" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337768477958961282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOQJmYFeII/AAAAAAAAAO8/-YBSox_2oNY/s400/GEDC0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Saturday afternoon, Trevor's whole side of the family came up to see our Aunt Sherri and Sue. Keyton loves them soooo much. We went to dinner and the park together and Keyton enjoyed playing with his cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337764468497529826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOMgN9_O-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/d87w30r-2qc/s400/GEDC0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So after seeing every single person in our family this weekend, and not having one minute to rest I think it is safe to say we were exhausted. Or at least I was. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love how close both of our families are. And one more pic I had to post that cracked me up. This is the one Keyton took of himself. He looks like a confused child. I can just hear him saying "how does this thing work?" Classic. (sorry for such a long post. Hope you enjoyed as much as I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337767250464250306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOPCJmimcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QFi2H1eLxjk/s400/GEDC0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3010986463122387019?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=867b81be6301e0b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed7e0a5fa19fc924&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3010986463122387019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3010986463122387019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3010986463122387019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3010986463122387019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-times.html' title='Busy Times'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ShOG35M4dmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zeqsUtrZ2oo/s72-c/GEDC0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-5182774725837755454</id><published>2009-05-09T21:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:02:09.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;Chewed on.&lt;br /&gt;Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.&lt;br /&gt;Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried..&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much...&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay..&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-5182774725837755454?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/5182774725837755454/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6355612434689651200</id><published>2009-05-05T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:34:32.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gettinthehangofthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/tessaology.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daynaology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let others know a little more about yourself, re-post this as your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;name followed&lt;/span&gt; by"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ology&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;***********&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FOODOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What is your salad dressing of choice?* Ranch or Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?* Wingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?* I think I would get sick of anything if I ate it for 2 weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What are your pizza toppings of choice?* Canadian bacon and pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What do you like to put on your toast? butter and jam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;***********TECHNOLOGY***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;How many televisions are in your house?* had 2 but just got one in my bedroom so now 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What color is your cell phone?* Black and Orange (Go Bengals!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;***************BIOLOGY******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Are you right-handed or left-handed? Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever had anything removed from your body?* Does a sliver count or maybe a child?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What was the last heavy item you lifted?* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever been knocked unconscious?* One time at Heather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tarbet's&lt;/span&gt; house, Matt would put us in a choke hold till we passed out. We thought it was the coolest. (Probably not the best idea now that I think about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;*****************&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BULLCRAPOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?* I think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to?* Wouldn't change it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $ $1000* Yeah why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;************&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;How many pairs of flip flops do you own?* Don't know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Last time you had a run-in with the cops?* On valentines day when I got a speeding ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Last person you talked to?* My mom on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Last person you hugged?* Hugged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; good night. I love his bear hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;*************&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Season?* Winter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Holiday?* Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Day of the week?* I really enjoy Sundays. It's the only day I don't feel bad about relaxing around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Month?* I love October and February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;***********&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Missing someone?* Trevor, I could really use his help with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; lately. Seems like he's hardly ever home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Mood?* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Exhausted&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What are you listening to?* The TV show Cupid (love it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Watching?* Cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Worrying about?* How to paint the baby's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;***************&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;First place you went this morning?* Outside to play baseball with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; in the front yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What's the last movie you saw?* Watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Fantastic&lt;/span&gt; 4 last night in bed, at the theater, the last movie I saw was Disney Earth. (I would highly recommend it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you smile often?* I hope so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Sleeping Alone Tonight?* No which means I will actually get some sleep. When Trevor is not home, I don't sleep at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;***************OTHER-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OLOGY&lt;/span&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you always answer your phone?* Not always, but usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Its four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?* Nobody I know and somebody that is going to get a call right back from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;If you could change your eye color what would it be? I would love to have blue eyes with my brown hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?*Vanilla in the Dr. Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you own a digital camera?* Yes, but it sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you have a pet fish?* No, I have really bad luck with fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Favorite Christmas song(s) Mary Did you Know, or this one I just heard last Christmas called A Baby Changes Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What's on your wish list for your birthday?* A new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; cartridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Can you do push ups?* I tried to do 30 the other night and was sore for 2 days. Bad Idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Can you do a chin up?* Not without peeing my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Does the future make you more nervous or excited?* Both. Nervous to do the labor thing again, nervous to have 2 children, but very excited to have a new baby in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you have any saved texts?* They are all saved. I don't know how to delete them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Ever been in a car wreck* Just fender benders luckily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you have an accent?*I'm sure I do to somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What is the last song to make you cry?* A song I heard on Easter Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Plans tonight?* Relax with my hubby now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; is in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?* Yes several different times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Name 3 things you bought yesterday.* A wall mount for our new TV, Milk, string cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever been given roses?* Not that I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Current worry?* Didn't I already answer this question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Current hate right now?* The never ending cold weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Met someone who changed your life?* Several people. My husband and Son are 2 that are on top of the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;How will you bring in the New Year?* We always have a New Year party at our house with family and friends but this year Trevor has to work and I am bummed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What song represents you?* That's not my name :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Name three people who might complete this?* Don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?* Yeah, I'd like to change a few things but not too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you have any tattoos/piercings?* One tattoo (a snowflake on my foot) I have my ears pierced twice on each side but never wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt;. I had my ear pierced on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;flappy&lt;/span&gt; thing on the front of your ear but it ripped out I also had my belly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;button&lt;/span&gt; pierced and it hasn't grown in but I don't wear anything in it anymore. I don't wear any piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Will you be in a relationship 4 months from now?* I hope so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Would you be a pirate?* No, they don't get to shower often enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What songs do you sing in the shower?* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this is what I sing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; when we are in the bath. Don't laugh: "Everybody, yeah yeah, Wash your body, yeah yeah. Everybody wash your body right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Keyton's&lt;/span&gt; bath all right!" (Gotta love those Backstreet Boys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Ever had someone sing to you?* One time at Karaoke this guy sang I Can Be Your Hero to me and it was beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. (Rachel, remember Javier?????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;When did you last cry?* I really don't remember, I think it was when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; and I were having some serious issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Are you afraid of being alone?* NO I like to be alone until bed time comes around, but I also love being with lots of people too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you like to cuddle?* Yeah, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you held hands with anyone today?* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?* I'm sure it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?* Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt; that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you believe in staying close with your ex?* Depends on the circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Are most of the friends in your life new or old?* I have some of both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you like pulpy orange juice?* NO, it gives me a belly ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;What is something your friends make fun of you for?* I think I'm past this stage in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I TAG ANYONE THAT WANTS TO DO THIS :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6355612434689651200?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6355612434689651200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6355612434689651200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6355612434689651200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6355612434689651200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/05/daynaology-let-others-know-little-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4719775975090343016</id><published>2009-05-03T19:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:12:24.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got tagged! Here's my picture named: Driving Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331783360874587634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sf5Mt7xEpfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AJSQInL05B0/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so the actual picture I found was of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; running around the backyard chasing his girl cousins butt naked. I decided that was not an appropriate one to post so I had to go to my next folder. This is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; likes to do when we are riding in the car. He will look at magazines all the way to Grandmas' houses. I think it's so cute. So here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your documents/pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Go to your sixth file&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Go to your sixth picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Post it and blog it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Tag six people to do the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. Name your picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tag: Andrea, Randee, Tessa, Sari, Chris, and Tricia but only if you want to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-4719775975090343016?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4719775975090343016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4719775975090343016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4719775975090343016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4719775975090343016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sf5Mt7xEpfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AJSQInL05B0/s72-c/DSC00101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2812001743613103598</id><published>2009-04-29T20:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:20:54.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Figure Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTA1Nzk4OTk1MSZwdD*xMjQxMDU4MDMzNDgzJnA9MzkwMSZkPWZsYXNodG95cyZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJnQ9Jm89OTRkOWVmYjc2MzU5NGM3MmJkMGE2OGJmZDFiYzU*YzI=.gif" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?stick-figure-family"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/7/7a/c6677964cd1f80e8edb2b51546e5be.png" border="0" alt="Stick Figure Family at FreeFlashToys.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Make your &lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?stick-figure-family"&gt;Stick Figure Family&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com"&gt;FreeFlashToys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.10NXC.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2812001743613103598?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2812001743613103598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2812001743613103598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2812001743613103598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2812001743613103598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/04/stick-figure-family.html' title='Stick Figure Family'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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-4327626473387010681.post-3792000557049985981</id><published>2009-04-28T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:23:54.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sfe6LekQLFI/AAAAAAAAANk/3r_OW1LWP6g/s1600-h/March-May20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329933390362717266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sfe6LekQLFI/AAAAAAAAANk/3r_OW1LWP6g/s400/March-May20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so nice for a couple of days and got us all excited, but the last few days have been rainy and cold. Keyton has been dying to get back outside, but it rained alot today. Finally, I decided that maybe it would be okay to take him out in his snowboots and raincoat since it wasn't too cold (just really wet). He thought it was the greastest thing to get to stomp in any puddle he could find. I just had to grit my teeth and enjoy watching him soak himself with muddy water. When we were all done he said "Mom, that was really fun!" wich made it worth the mess. I must say he is pretty cute playing in all that water, don't you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3792000557049985981?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3792000557049985981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3792000557049985981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3792000557049985981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3792000557049985981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers.html' title='April Showers'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sfe6LekQLFI/AAAAAAAAANk/3r_OW1LWP6g/s72-c/March-May20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6912206829791313477</id><published>2009-04-19T18:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:54:28.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a week since Easter but I am finally getting to posting some pictures of it. We have had a crazy week here. For Easter, Trevor was working midnights so when he got home from work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was still sleeping. He came into our bedroom and laid there until we heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; wake up. It was so funny cause we heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; come out of his room and then it was silent for like an entire minute. Then we heard him running to our room screaming "mom, dad, come see what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunny brought me." He got a new bike with training wheels, some clothes, and sidewalk chalk. He thought it was great, and now we are all about 10 pounds heavier from all the candy we got. Here are some pics of Easter morning after our Easter egg hunt. And yes, the big fat pregnant lady is me! Sick I know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326566289684940098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SevD0bE9xUI/AAAAAAAAANc/39KDz31PMNE/s400/March-May2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay so now I have to have a little venting session.  Not for sympathy, but just for myself to let go.  This last month has been one of the hardest months I can remember in a long time.  First, my son has been so sassy and mean that I don't know how to deal with him.  We have had 2 major melt downs in the last month (and I mean me melting down)  Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;days I&lt;/span&gt; really feel like I am not cut out to be a parent.  I love him to death, but sometimes I just don't know how to deal with him.  It has been so hard  because Trevor has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; busy with work and army this last month that he seriously has not had a day off at all.  I feel like I haven't seen him in forever. So basically, I've been with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; non stop without a break or any help from Dad.  Then to top off the entire situation, I have had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt; for 5 weeks (yes WEEKS!)  I started getting a headache 5 weeks ago and have had one everyday since.  Some days it is a manageable headache, but others it is the whole nine yards of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; up and wanted to kill anyone who talks to me.  My Dr. says the only thing I can do is take Tylenol and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caffeine&lt;/span&gt; which is not working at all.  I was so bad last night and this morning, I went to the ER today.  They did give me an IV with some heavier drugs that helped, but I can feel it coming back already.  I am at my wits end but thinking this won't end until this baby gets here.  So, if you know of any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt; remedies, please clue me in because I am desperate.  Okay venting over, I'm just a whiny baby sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6912206829791313477?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6912206829791313477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6912206829791313477' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6912206829791313477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6912206829791313477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-late.html' title='A Little Late'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SevD0bE9xUI/AAAAAAAAANc/39KDz31PMNE/s72-c/March-May2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-1946561080311242978</id><published>2009-04-08T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:24:10.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Child For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SdzprGrpaVI/AAAAAAAAANU/OB7WUajrr3k/s1600-h/for_sale_sign.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SdzprGrpaVI/AAAAAAAAANU/OB7WUajrr3k/s400/for_sale_sign.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322385786382412114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Really! Although there are some days I would even pay somebody to take my son, I really DO want to keep him most of the time. I just thought this was funny because yesterday we were sitting outside playing and Keyton came up to me and said: "Mom, did you buy me for 3 bucks at CAL Ranch?" I'm not sure if he thought since you could buy baby ducks and chickens there, you could buy baby kids too. If only he would have cost just 3 bucks!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-1946561080311242978?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/1946561080311242978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=1946561080311242978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1946561080311242978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1946561080311242978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/04/child-for-sale.html' title='Child For Sale'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SdzprGrpaVI/AAAAAAAAANU/OB7WUajrr3k/s72-c/for_sale_sign.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3031964624215199005</id><published>2009-03-30T21:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:25:03.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-39.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325758582585&amp;amp;site=widget-39.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325758582585&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p1/3314649325758582585/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325758582585&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p2/3314649325758582585/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325758582585&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p4/3314649325758582585/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to write about a few things that have been going on here at the Reddish household. This last weekend, my mom was on spring break so she came up to spend a couple days. The first night we had a spend over with Sari and her kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; to sleep on his floor so bad and promised to go to sleep. After giving it a good shot, we had to move her downstairs so they could get some sleep. The next day we took them to the museum here on campus. It had dinosaur bones and all sorts of cool stuff. I was quite impressed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; thought it was "so cool!" Then on Saturday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; had his very first T-Ball game. It was freezing cold, but I think he had a good time. They are all so little and cute but have no idea what is going on or what they are supposed to do. My mom's favorite part was the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; had to run off the field twice to give her a kiss. He is such a mush face!&lt;br /&gt;A little pregnancy update: I have been feeling pretty good. I am finally past the sickness phase and have not yet entered the swollen and hot phase, so things are going pretty well. He's a very busy baby in there and likes to play while I try to sleep, but he's just prepping me for no sleep when he gets here right? However, today was not so great. I had to do my glucose test this morning, so I went to the lab and took the nasty drink. I sat there for an hour then got my blood drawn, by this time is was a quarter after 10 and I had had nothing to eat since the night before. I thought (yes thought) that I was feeling fine and wanted to hurry home to get something to eat. Well, I pulled on to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;onramp&lt;/span&gt; of the freeway to go home and got that nasty feeling when your mouth starts to water and you know you are going to throw up. Before I could even get over to the edge of the road to get out, I puked all over myself and all over my car! It was the worst!!!!! Orange sticky crap EVERYWHERE! Not so fun to clean up, but that's just my luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3031964624215199005?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3031964624215199005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3031964624215199005' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3031964624215199005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3031964624215199005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-things.html' title='A Few Things'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2680423044280141763</id><published>2009-03-27T18:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:30:49.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In response:</title><content type='html'>Lots of people asked me who took our family pictures and it was a girl named Amanda Couch her business is called Vivid Finish Photography and I think she did a really good job.  You can check out her website at &lt;a href="http://www.vividfinishphotography.com/"&gt;www.vividfinishphotography.com&lt;/a&gt; to see some of her work.  And just a side note even though you made me all feel really good, we got these taken a couple months ago and I just got around to ordering them.  I am big and pregnant now and just wish I still looked like that.  But thanks for the compliments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2680423044280141763?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2680423044280141763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2680423044280141763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2680423044280141763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2680423044280141763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-response.html' title='In response:'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-494975595536761528</id><published>2009-03-24T18:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:55:05.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hadn't had family pictures since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was 1 so we finally got them just in time to have to get more when the baby comes. Here are some of my other favorites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316937506424468674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ScmOfeNhtMI/AAAAAAAAANA/tZuHk1VIz3E/s400/Family+Pictures+102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316937913450339634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ScmO3KgDnTI/AAAAAAAAANI/n65ulxoqSOM/s400/Family+Pictures+1020081.jpg" border="0" /&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/4327626473387010681-494975595536761528?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/494975595536761528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=494975595536761528' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/494975595536761528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/494975595536761528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-family-pics.html' title='New Family Pics'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/ScmOfeNhtMI/AAAAAAAAANA/tZuHk1VIz3E/s72-c/Family+Pictures+102008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7424448345756202246</id><published>2009-03-13T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:59:11.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His 1st Pair of Tevas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SbsrZEpsu6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/XDwUHBR9Ly0/s1600-h/January+20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312887895158995874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SbsrZEpsu6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/XDwUHBR9Ly0/s400/January+20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trevor was trying to sleep today, so I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; downtown so the house could be quiet. It is never a good idea to go wondering around stores without an idea of what I NEED to buy. Cause then, I buy everything I see that I think is cute. But this find was worth it! Trevor is a bit of a "granola" (not full blown but a bit). He has his Subaru Outback, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cargos&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tevas&lt;/span&gt;. So, as soon as I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tevas&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyton's&lt;/span&gt; size I knew Trevor would be so excited. I think they look so cute on his fat little feet. It makes me excited for spring to get here. Don't mind his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gnarly&lt;/span&gt; toenails. But look how excited he is about them. How Cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7424448345756202246?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7424448345756202246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7424448345756202246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7424448345756202246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7424448345756202246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/03/his-1st-pair-of-tevas.html' title='His 1st Pair of Tevas'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SbsrZEpsu6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/XDwUHBR9Ly0/s72-c/January+20094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-5252152742496294542</id><published>2009-03-09T16:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:30:30.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby questionaire</title><content type='html'>1- Where were you when you found out? In my bathroom after taking a home pregnancy test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Who did you first tell? I think we told Trevor's whole family first.  We were at a dinner together at Perkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3- Did you find out the sex of the baby? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Absolutely&lt;/span&gt;, it's hard enough waiting 20 weeks to know what you get to shop for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Did you have morning sickness? Oh yes!  I puked for 6 out of 9 months. Miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5- How much weight did you gain? I could not even tell you.  That was the furthest thing from my mind.  As long as I had a healthy baby I knew it could all come off later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6- Did you get any stretch marks? I got some on my legs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; delivery but none on the belly.  People say that Palmer's tummy butter won't stop them, but I swear by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Did you have any cravings? Gummy Watermelons! And that has not gone away since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8- Were there any complications? Not with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9- When and where did you go into labor? I was started at the hospital and I swear I will never be started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Did your water break? It finally broke when I was at a 10 and I kept saying "I am peeing all over and I can't control it."  Finally the nurse said, "sweetie, your water broke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Who drove you to the hospital? I believe it was my sister in law Randee.  Trevor was still at work when they started me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- Who was in the room for the birth?  Just me and Trevor and Dr's and nurses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- Was the baby born early or late? I made the Dr. start me one day after my due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- How long were you in labor for? I didn't feel any contractions until about 9:30 that night, so just over 2 hours I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- Did you have any drugs for the pain? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt; didn't get there in time for the epidural but I did get something called an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intrathecal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- Natural or c-section? Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- What was your first reaction after birth? To be honest, I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;, I think I was in some sort of daze after he came out.  It's like you are in a whole different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- How big was the baby? 7lbs. 15oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- Date and time of birth? Thursday January 12, 2006 at 11:38pm.  I was pushing for all I was worth so I didn't have a Friday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-Baby's name?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; Ezekiel Reddish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- Does the name have any significant meaning? Nope.  I've just wanted Key something since I was a little girl and Trevor picked the middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- Did the baby have any complications? NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- How old is the baby today? 3 years and 2 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25- Would you change anything about it? I wish I would have never gotten the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;intrathecal&lt;/span&gt;.  It made me so sick.  This time I am going without any drugs at all.  At least that is the plan, but I might change my mind mid labor. And I will never be started again, I'm just going to let myself go when the baby is ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-5252152742496294542?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/5252152742496294542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=5252152742496294542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5252152742496294542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5252152742496294542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-questionaire.html' title='Baby questionaire'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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-4327626473387010681.post-892928045919946130</id><published>2009-03-03T12:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:10:34.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings in our home...</title><content type='html'>I have so much I want to blog about right now so bear with me, this might be a long one. First, I went to a Final Rose party last night with some friends and was completely appalled by Jason. Seriously, he has commitment issues and he doesn't care who he hurts along the way. He doesn't deserve any of these women and if Molly takes him back, she is crazy. Then today I was thinking how these are real women with real feelings and it is kinda sad that we watch them get hurt and find it entertaining. Although I love it, there is something messed up about reality TV. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S A LUAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been pretty busy around our home. Last week (2 days after we got home from Disneyland) was Keyton's cousin Harlee's birthday. They did it Hawaiian themed so we all dressed up for it. It was so fun so I had to post some cute pictures of us. I must admit though, this made me a little anxious for summer to get here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309058952978854578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sa2Q_TfpcrI/AAAAAAAAALg/e5lddnuK8M4/s400/January+20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BABY BUMP HAS ARRIVED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while we were gone on vaca, something really strange happened.  I went to sleep not feeling too overly pregnant and woke up with this huge bump! Trevor was like, "wow that popped out of nowhere.  I had forgotten that it seems like these changes happen overnight.  Tessa says, "one day you don't look pregnant, and the next day you do."  It still feels early though so I hope this isn't a sign that I am going to get huge.  Keyton can't keep his hands and lips off my belly.  He thinks his little brother needs a kiss every 10 min.  Now that I am over the sickness, I am feeling pretty good. I still feel more tired than usual but not as bad as I was.  I forgot how awesome it is to feel all the movement inside of you.  I love to sit in the bath and watch my belly do the wave.  I really do love being pregnant once I get over the throwing up part.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309058967617324578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sa2RAKBuxiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0Asls8FBG50/s400/GEDC0186-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A KEYTON UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keyton has been up to his usual mischief lately.  We have been really struggling with temper tantrums and sassing lately. Some days me and him just go the rounds.  He can be sooo good, but he can also be such a stinker.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is so funny though.  The other day he was trying to "help" Trevor do something with the tools and he told me, "I"m really struggling with this."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His new word to use is "prestead"  he says it when he should be saying "instead"  Like, "I decided I want a peanut butter sandwich prestead."  I keep telling him that's not a word, but he is not catching on.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day, he went running down the hall and tripped and face planted into the toilet.  He got a black eye from it and I am so jealous and proud because I have always wanted a black eye.  So I had to get some pics of my tough little cookie:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309058960367300802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sa2Q_vBMMMI/AAAAAAAAALo/HHQoDVpcVF0/s400/January+20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN TREVOR'S SPARE TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Trevor has had a minute or two during his crazy schedule, he has been redoing the bathroom in our bedroom.  We have done all the work just the two of us and I have to say that I am very proud.  We always have to ask my family to help us with projects like these, but we just had to call and ask for advise this time.  It has been a long time coming, but it is almost done!  I love the way it is turning out.  Trevor did a great job and was very particular about everything.  Other than that, Trevor has been so busy with school and work and guard it's ridiculous.  He got his associates degree last month and is now going to work on his bachelors.  I am very proud of him for that.  Good work babe!  He is trying to get into to OCS which is officer candidate school so he  can become and officer in the army, and has just switched to a new crew at work which has been much better for him and us at home.  He is alot happier there.  SO, he is very busy but doing very well.  I am very proud of all his accomplishments.  Here are some pics of the new bathroom:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309058962138569074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sa2Q_1nfmXI/AAAAAAAAALw/Dqt2ziJfhtE/s400/January+20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So as you can tell we have been very busy here lately, but that is what makes the time go by faster.  Next project: painting the baby's room.  Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-892928045919946130?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/892928045919946130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=892928045919946130' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/892928045919946130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/892928045919946130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/03/happenings-in-our-home.html' title='Happenings in our home...'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/Sa2Q_TfpcrI/AAAAAAAAALg/e5lddnuK8M4/s72-c/January+20091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-1829946022793508358</id><published>2009-02-26T14:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:22:21.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SacU-K1trYI/AAAAAAAAALY/H19cfhQ6BAA/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307233744173510018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SacU-K1trYI/AAAAAAAAALY/H19cfhQ6BAA/s400/baby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long have you been together? Married 5 years and 5 days&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? A couple of weeks maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who asked who out? Funny story, truth be told, we made out one night and I was so afraid I would never see or talk to him again, but he called the next day and asked me out. What can I say????&lt;br /&gt;♥ How old are each of you? Technically, I'm 24 and Trevor is 26 but we still both feel like we are 18. Man we are getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Whose siblings do/ did you see the most? About the same. We are close to all of them, but we probably see Trevor's sister Cristy the most. We love inviting her over a few times a week, she is the best sister and aunt to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do you have any children together? Yes, a 3 yr old boy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; and another monster on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ What about pets? We have a yellow lab named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sevy&lt;/span&gt; and she is my baby. We have had her since about a week after we got married and she is the sweetest dog most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? I think the hardest on me is the uncertainty of not knowing when Trevor will have to go to Iraq or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; for the military. It is something I worry about every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Did you go to the same school? No, we were rivals. Bear Lake and Soda Springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Are you from the same home town? No, but we are really close which makes it nice when going home to see family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the smartest? Me of course. No just kidding, it would just depend on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is the most sensitive? Me for sure. I bawl all the time and Trevor never shows emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple? Not sure, we love lots of places. Our favorite is probably Wingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? California twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the craziest exes? Trevor does for sure. Crazy stalkers, that's all I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who has the worst temper? I will have to own up to that one. Trevor rarely has a temper, he is the peacemaker in our home and I am the instigator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does the cooking? I cook the most but Trevor will always help me when he is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who is more jealous? I don't think either of us is very jealous. I'd have to ask Trevor if he is jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ How long did it take to get serious? Not long. I think once we started dating there wasn't a day we were apart or didn't talk on the phone. I guess when you know, you know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who does/ did the laundry? Both of us. Trevor usually puts it in the washer and dryer, but I fold and put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who’s better with the computer? Hands down Trevor. I am technologically handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Who drives when you are together? Oh Trevor does. He can't stand to be in the car when I am driving. I don't know why that is. I think I'm an excellent driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-1829946022793508358?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/1829946022793508358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=1829946022793508358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1829946022793508358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1829946022793508358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/02/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SacU-K1trYI/AAAAAAAAALY/H19cfhQ6BAA/s72-c/baby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4865902643710552199</id><published>2009-02-23T23:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:43:20.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Fantasy Land</title><content type='html'>Our trip to Disneyland is over.  It is very bittersweet.  My feet and legs are saying hallelujah, but everything else wishes we were still there.  We had so much fun, I can't even begin to tell you. It's so surreal when you are there.  We had 75 degree weather the entire time and it was fabulous.  Keyton says his favorite ride was jungle cruise but I think it was really Buzz Lightyear.  We had to go on it about 6 times.  Keyton kept asking if everything was real or pretend.  He found it all very fascinating.  He thought Tarzan's tree house was "amazing"  and he loved getting to meet all the characters.  He just wanted to hug them all!  He loved the Matterhorn which scared the crap out of me and the first thing he said when he got off of it was, "lets go again!"  He wasn't scared of anything there.  He had so much energy, I was very thankful to have my parents there to help tame him.   When we got ready to leave I told Keyton to say bye to Disneyland and he was like, "Bye Disneyland, I love you."  Anyway, we had a great time and here are a few pictures of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-41.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513829476417&amp;amp;site=widget-41.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513829476417&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p1/3458764513829476417/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513829476417&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p2/3458764513829476417/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513829476417&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p4/3458764513829476417/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/4327626473387010681-4865902643710552199?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4865902643710552199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4865902643710552199' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4865902643710552199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4865902643710552199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-from-fantasy-land.html' title='Back from Fantasy Land'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2399942032950102142</id><published>2009-02-15T19:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:09:34.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I just had to give you a quick recap of my fabulous Valentines Day.  My best friend Misty coaches high school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheer leading&lt;/span&gt; and had a competition that morning. Since Trevor was at work, I decided I would go watch it.  I was driving down the street, pulled into the parking lot, looked in my mirror, and sure enough there was  a cop with lights on behind me.  Oh crap!  I have no idea how long he had been following me.  He was so rude and gave me a speeding ticket on Valentine's day.  I mean come on, what kind of man gives a poor pregnant mom a ticket on Valentine's day.  How rude is that!  My kid is in the back seat, with his seat belt on, I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; on and he can't just give me a warning???  I know we shouldn't speed, and I hardly ever do, but I just wasn't paying too close attention, but aren't there better things for a cop to be doing than hiding in a parking lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;radaring&lt;/span&gt; people.  Go find some criminals or something!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was so worried about the whole situation.  He looked back and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, why is there a police officer behind us." &lt;br /&gt;ME: "Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; he pulled me over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; what is that police officer doing in his car."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "writing me a ticket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;: "then he will give you the ticket?"&lt;br /&gt;Me (bawling at this point):  "Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; let's not talk about it anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Trevor crying and he just laughed and said, "you must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;."  The last speeding ticket I got was when I was pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt;.  It must be my ritual.  Good thing I don't have too many kids.  I saw the cop later at the competition and showed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;keyton&lt;/span&gt; and he said he would go kick him in the knee for me.  I love that kid!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the competition, we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ISU&lt;/span&gt; basketball game.  Then I cooked crab legs for Trevor when he got home.  So my present is Trevor paying my 75.00 ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2399942032950102142?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2399942032950102142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2399942032950102142' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2399942032950102142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2399942032950102142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7445991110761961833</id><published>2009-02-08T21:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:40:11.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the countdown begins.....</title><content type='html'>It's off to Disneyland we go....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SY-xkQ1TbJI/AAAAAAAAALI/RLXzfbIyea4/s1600-h/360px-Castillo_de_Disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300650522990308498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SY-xkQ1TbJI/AAAAAAAAALI/RLXzfbIyea4/s400/360px-Castillo_de_Disneyland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, I know you are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; jealous.  We are leaving for Disneyland in 10 days, and I think I am more excited than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; is!  I just have to give you a brief history.  When I was in high school my parents went to California to visit Sari.  They were going to go to Disneyland, and they could not convince me to go with them.  I recall saying something to the effect that I do not want to be intermixed with all those "cheesy" people at the "cheesiest" place on earth!  I just didn't think it was my kind of place.  Then, a year or two later, my parents decided to take me and Tessa with them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DisneyWorld&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course I wasn't going to turn down a free trip to Florida, so I went and lets just say I've been addicted ever since.  It truly is the happiest place on earth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!!!!!!  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was 11 months old, my parents took our entire family to Disneyland and we had a great time.  However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was too little to remember it, even though he loved every minute of it when we were there.  Now that he is a little bigger and very VERY into Disney movies, I really wanted to take him again.  Since this is our 5 year anniversary, I asked Trevor if this is what we could do for it.  Of course he gave into me because he always gives me what I want and now we are going next week!!!  I can't wait to see how much fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; has, I know he is going to love it.  Sorry I know this is long but I just have to tell you the cutest thing he does.  For about 2 months now, he has been calling my dad and saying, "Grandpa, lets talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; Disneyland rides."  And they will for like 30 minutes straight.  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute.  So, 70 Degree weather here we come. (we better not get rained on) Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7445991110761961833?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7445991110761961833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7445991110761961833' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7445991110761961833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7445991110761961833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-countdown-begins.html' title='And the countdown begins.....'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SY-xkQ1TbJI/AAAAAAAAALI/RLXzfbIyea4/s72-c/360px-Castillo_de_Disneyland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8472108563899232165</id><published>2009-02-03T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:10:09.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I think most people already know and have just been waiting for me to put it on my blog, but YES I am pregnant. I am about 20 weeks and just had my ultrasound today. If you can't already tell, it is another boy. I have really had my heart set on a girl, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; has been dying for a brother. His wish came true. My due date is June 25 and I am already very anxious. We are very excited to raise another wild one. Everyone says this child is going to have to be one tough cookie to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; as a big brother! We have already decided on a name (if we don't get some strange idea to change it) But I think he will be Seth Arnold Reddish. We liked Seth and Arnold is from Trevor's grandpa. So, no I'm not just gaining winter weight, in case you were wondering. Here is a pic of our cute little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298650368368341074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SYiWb8OWcFI/AAAAAAAAALA/JPj1cmeOvps/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8472108563899232165?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8472108563899232165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8472108563899232165' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8472108563899232165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8472108563899232165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-its-true.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s true!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SYiWb8OWcFI/AAAAAAAAALA/JPj1cmeOvps/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-5396318996913215075</id><published>2009-01-27T16:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:55:45.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouth of Babes</title><content type='html'>I never write down the funny things Keyton says thinking I'll alwasy remember them.  However, over time, I think I have forgotten most of them.  So I thought I would reminesce for a minute and try to get some in writing somewhere.  This is mostly for myself, but I hope you enjoy also. &lt;br /&gt;-When Keyton was about 18 months, he had this old book that was his favorite.  It told all the animal sounds.  It even told you what a quail says.  So people would always ask him, "Keyton, what does a quail say?"  and in a very high pitched yell he would say, "Bobwhite"  Who knew that's what a quail said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Chistmas before Keyton turned 2 he got a Fisher Price Pirate Ship from Sari, Rick, and Harlee.  It had this little gun that would shoot cannons.  He loved to shoot his mom most of all.  One time he shot me and I pretended like I was dying with all the sound effect and all.  He immediately stops lauging comes running over to me with a concerned look on his face and says, "you alright mom, didya choke?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After Keyton tuned 2, we started the potty training process.  Once you start potty training, you don't really get private potty time as a mom.  They alwasy want to check it out.  So, I told Keyton, "I have to go potty Keyton, I'll be upstairs."  So, he runs over to the bottom of the stairs and yells up at me, "okay mom,  FOCUS!"  It never occured to me until then that is what I told him every time I sat him on the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More recently, this Christmas, my parents came up to stay the night and take Keyton around to look at lights.  We were driving down the road and Keyton must have twisted his neck wrong because he all of a sudden said, "ouch, my neck hurts."  we all asked him what happened and he says, "maybe my hair bit me.........no, maybe my jacket hurt it.........(then after a pause)  maybe it's just a zit."  We were laughing so hard.  Not two minutes later he was picking his nose (his favoirte past time) and we were telling him "that's sick"  he just looked at us and said "I'm a buger eatin man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other day Keyton was being Dad's little buddy and he came up to me and said, "Mom I'm gonna throw you in the garbage if you don't love Dad."   All I could say is, "lucky for me, I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And the funny of the week.  Last week at church, Keyton was waiting on the edge of his seat for the sacrament to get to him.  You could tell he was so excited.  Well, he just couldn't wait any longer and puts his fingers up to his lips and with his voice goes, "whhoooo whaaaat"  like a whistling sound.  He thinks he knows how to whistle.  Trevor looked at him whith a stern face, and Keyton looks at him and says,"I'm just trying to get it here faster."  We both started laughing and had to really hold back to not disrupt even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder where kids come up with these things.  They just listen to us way more than we think they do.  Keyton's new thing when he wants one of his friends to do something naughty with them he'll say to them, "I have a great idea......"  That's when we know to find out what this great idea is.   He keeps me laughing everyday and I love him for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-5396318996913215075?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/5396318996913215075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=5396318996913215075' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5396318996913215075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5396318996913215075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-mouth-of-babes.html' title='From the mouth of Babes'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2290816147969566937</id><published>2009-01-15T15:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:34:26.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SW-53Jt2PEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oM3GIduKcyg/s1600-h/January+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652444335782978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SW-53Jt2PEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oM3GIduKcyg/s400/January+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton's&lt;/span&gt; birthday was this week and he got to have a T-Rex party like he wanted. He had most of his friends and family here and he loved every minute of it. We ate dinner, opened presents, had cake and ice cream, and broke a pinata. He was very determined that all he wanted for his birthday was a pinata. That was easy enough and we were even nice enough to get him a couple other things too! He did not want to go to bed just so he could keep playing with his new toys. I think he had a great time and so did everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2290816147969566937?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2290816147969566937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2290816147969566937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2290816147969566937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2290816147969566937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SW-53Jt2PEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oM3GIduKcyg/s72-c/January+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8905771962453814379</id><published>2009-01-06T17:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:48:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day he was born...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SWP7EnH_BCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eAXBh-Ld95k/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288346444103615522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SWP7EnH_BCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eAXBh-Ld95k/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is more for me than anyone else. I don't keep a journal so it's good for me to write this story down and remember it. When we found out we were having a boy, I was so excited. I wanted all my kids to have a big brother. I had liked the name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keygan&lt;/span&gt; since I was a little girl and Trevor liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; a little better. Then I told Trevor he could pick the middle name and he came up with Ezekiel. I loved it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; Ezekiel Reddish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was due with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; on Jan 11, and when I didn't go into labor that morning, I called my Dr. to see if he would start me but there wasn't room that day. So, he scheduled me for the next day. I was so nervous and excited to see this kid. I went in at 2:00 that afternoon and they hooked me up to the pit. What seemed like forever, but it was actually around 9:00 pm I started feeling contractions. They kept getting harder and harder and they came and checked me at 10:00 and said I was at a 5 so I could have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;epidural&lt;/span&gt;. They went to find the lady who was supposed to give it and she had gone home, so they called her back. The pains were getting so bad as time went on, and then I started to feel like he was coming out. Trevor had left because he didn't want to see the epidural needle, so I told my mom, " I think he's coming out!" She immediately went and found the nurse who said there was no way, first babies don't come that fast. But she said she would check me and when she did, sure enough I was at a 10. Then of course who walks in, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt;. Perfect timing NOT! You're about 30 min late. She was telling me that it would take 15 min to get the needle in and 15 min to take effect and I was screaming, "he's already coming! You're too late" I was not happy. So then she ended up giving me a different shot that is automatically effective, but I was so allergic to it. I made me itch and throw up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; bad. Finally someone found Trevor and told him to get back in the room, and he showed up in time for me to start pushing. after about 30 min of pushing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was born at 11:38 pm. He weighed 7lbs 15oz, was 20 in. long, and had a full head of black hair. He was so beautiful. It was a painful experience, but so worth it. And I have decided that since I lived through all the pain with him and was only numb for the pushing, my next one I am not having any pain medication (if all goes as fast again). Having a baby is so surreal and painful, but the blessings that come afterward are amazing! I love hearing labor stories so please share yours with me too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8905771962453814379?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8905771962453814379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8905771962453814379' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8905771962453814379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8905771962453814379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-he-was-born.html' title='The Day he was born...'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SWP7EnH_BCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eAXBh-Ld95k/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-5578348358500669514</id><published>2008-12-28T22:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:11:33.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>I never thought I could fall in love with a cowboy, but I must say.... This one has stole my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285088459651909074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SVhn89QRhdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YACrZHq1naw/s400/GEDC0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My parents got this for Keyton for Christmas, and he just looks so cute in it. I love this little guy so much. I can't believe my baby is turning 3 in January! It feels like yesterday when they placed him in my arms after having him. Since his birthday is next month, I am dedicating my blog to him! I love you Keyton. Thanks for the smiles you bring to my face everyday! I hope you have a Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-5578348358500669514?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/5578348358500669514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=5578348358500669514' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5578348358500669514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/5578348358500669514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/12/heartbreaker.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SVhn89QRhdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/YACrZHq1naw/s72-c/GEDC0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2902094929176145866</id><published>2008-12-28T22:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:58:28.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had an interesting Christmas this year. Trevor had to work on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, so I decided since he doesn't get home until late, we would just go home to my parent's for Christmas. So, me, Trevor, and Keyton did our Christmas the night of the 23rd. Keyton got lots of fun stuff his favorites were his barn and his cannon shooter (thanks Aunt Sari and Uncle Rick) Then Christmas Eve morning we loaded up and headed to BL. It was fun to be there, but an ironic thing happened. Christmas morning, I got a call from Trevor saying the roads out to work were all closed so he didn't have to go in. Such typical luck for us. So Trevor spent Christmas with his sisters and parents here in Poky and me and Keyton spent it in BL. Figures. Anyway, hope everyone else had a Merry Christmas and have a great New Year!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285087360181454018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SVhm89aFxMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DbQzcupRPUg/s320/september-december+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2902094929176145866?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2902094929176145866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2902094929176145866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2902094929176145866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2902094929176145866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SVhm89aFxMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DbQzcupRPUg/s72-c/september-december+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8217865514341873906</id><published>2008-12-16T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:18:13.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season</title><content type='html'>I seriously love the Christmas season.  My tree has been up since before Thanksgiving, and I sit in front of it every night while reading.  We have been going out most nights and looking at Christmas lights, and I think Keyton gets bored before I do.  We went to the light parade downtown and that is also another of my favorite things to do.  Here is a pic of our whole crew.  Trevor neglected to tell me he was taking the picture so my back it turned, but it's cute of everyone else.  It was my family, my sister's family, Trevor's sister's family, and my friend Misty's family.  Of course Keyton had a blast because his best friends Kudter and Kache were there and his cousins.  Who could ask for more trouble?  Keyton is very excited about Christmas too, and he is asking Santa for a Better Batter Baseball.  He's had his heart set on it for months, but I'm not sure he's been a good enough boy to deserve it.  He better do some serious kissing up in the next couple days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhQx76fWUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fy6miHcOOG0/s1600-h/september-december+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280559381918734658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhQx76fWUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fy6miHcOOG0/s320/september-december+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to post this picture of Keyton because it's times like these I tell Trevor, "he is your son, not mine.  I could never be that wierd."  He came running into the kitchen wearing this ensamble and it was all I could do not to pee my pants laughing.  Who's kid is this??  Pretty sure he came from the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhQZQJyfPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/C7q8CjIFJVs/s1600-h/GEDC0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558957854883058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhQZQJyfPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/C7q8CjIFJVs/s320/GEDC0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are loving the snow we are getting and Keyton has had to go out and play in it every day.  I love to bundle him up to the point where he can't even walk, he just waddles.  It makes me laugh.  He takes our dog Sevy out with him and could play for hours.  I think he is immune to feeling cold, cause he won't come in even when his nose and fingers are bright red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280556956259561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhOkvoRsgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dUXtkJjBLyg/s320/GEDC0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope everyone who is reading, is having as great a Christmas season as we are.  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhN3-W3TwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wI0Igoji19g/s1600-h/september-december+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280556545334518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhOM00HIYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LJjYEeqwrUc/s320/GEDC0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8217865514341873906?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8217865514341873906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8217865514341873906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8217865514341873906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8217865514341873906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SUhQx76fWUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fy6miHcOOG0/s72-c/september-december+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8345578932762112082</id><published>2008-12-08T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:12:07.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to catch up</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in forever and have really been missing it.  We have had a crazy couple of weeks.  This year we decided to have Thanksgiving at our house.  We had all of Trevor's family and my parents and Grandma Gloria.  So, 13 adults and 7 kids later we had a house beaming with life!  I was so nervous to cook a turkey, but I actually did it, and it didn't taste too bad either.  I love Thanksgiving, mostly because I love good food and family to go with it.  It was a good day.  The day after Thanksgiving, we took Keyton to the Christmas light parade in old town and it was really fun.  He loves any excuse to get to see a fire truck.  The next night we were going to go to the BUY-ISU basketball game but Trevor started to get a fever.  Of course, he got the stomach flu and threw up that night.  Yuck.  As we started getting him to feel better and thinking me and Keyton had avoided it, you know what happens...  I got the stomach flu too.  I had forgotten how bad that sucks! And house and home falls apart when mom is sick.  We are still trying to recover!!!  Hope you all had a happy Turkey Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8345578932762112082?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8345578932762112082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8345578932762112082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8345578932762112082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8345578932762112082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/12/trying-to-catch-up.html' title='Trying to catch up'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-1139614576610110776</id><published>2008-11-19T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:31:29.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSTK3UL_3EI/AAAAAAAAAI0/km9Zn3AWFPQ/s1600-h/GEDC0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSTK3UL_3EI/AAAAAAAAAI0/km9Zn3AWFPQ/s320/GEDC0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270560515590970434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSS7R1-Kv4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8BmjW7jQ0x0/s1600-h/GEDC0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSS7R1-Kv4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/8BmjW7jQ0x0/s320/GEDC0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270543379150323586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSTKJqbyutI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Rc90-wgcV4Q/s1600-h/GEDC0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSTKJqbyutI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Rc90-wgcV4Q/s320/GEDC0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270559731288816338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSS7SsO0nJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BRt8_KUp-P0/s1600-h/GEDC0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSS7SsO0nJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BRt8_KUp-P0/s320/GEDC0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270543393715690642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last weekend we had our annual Christmas card making day.  All the girls get together and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cards while eating delicious food.  Always a great time!  While we are doing that, the men go out and shoot clay pigeons.  Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; is almost 3, of course he thinks he is as big as all the other boys.  He was mad I wouldn't let him go up and shoot. (men just don't watch kids as close as us women)  So, I promised him I would take him up for a little while.  He had to take his new gun that Grandpa had bought him.  It was so cute, they lined him up and made him say "pull" to shoot the pigeon, then someone else would shoot it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; thought it was him that shot it.  He thought it was great, and that is all he has been playing since we got home.  I love his imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-1139614576610110776?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/1139614576610110776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=1139614576610110776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1139614576610110776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/1139614576610110776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/11/hanging-with-family.html' title='Hanging with the Family'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SSTK3UL_3EI/AAAAAAAAAI0/km9Zn3AWFPQ/s72-c/GEDC0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6581461094703402829</id><published>2008-11-04T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:48:11.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SREXAlqBsyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TxD8J5oF31s/s1600-h/september-december+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SREXAlqBsyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TxD8J5oF31s/s320/september-december+08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265014738248643362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun Halloween this year.  Keyton was the cutest little motorcycle rider I have ever seen.  He got many compliments on his costume, so thanks Sari and Harlee for letting us borrow it.  We went trick or treating down in old town and then to a trunk or treat.  That gave us more than enough candy.  Keyton liked his costume too but he knows already that next year he wants to be a Transformer.  Knowing him, he won't change his mind.  Hope everyone else had a Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6581461094703402829?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6581461094703402829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6581461094703402829' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6581461094703402829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6581461094703402829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SREXAlqBsyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TxD8J5oF31s/s72-c/september-december+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2044813850866059065</id><published>2008-10-31T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:58:33.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/27TlBFtiYwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/27TlBFtiYwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell from my playlist, I love this new artist I found Missy Higgins (and no I don't like her cause we have the same last name)  Well I found out that she was coming to Pocatello and I was soooo excited.  Trevor got tickets for me and my friend Misty and we went last night while he watched our 3 boys.  Oh my gosh, we had the best time.  It was at this hole in the wall place, but it was so much fun!!!  I love her, but she is even better live.  I was so bummed though because I had forgotten my camera.  This was one of my and Misty's favorite ones that she performed.  SO, now maybe I can change my blog playlist right?  Thank You Trevor for letting me have the best night out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2044813850866059065?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2044813850866059065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2044813850866059065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2044813850866059065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2044813850866059065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-out.html' title='A Night Out'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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-4327626473387010681.post-232793884887964185</id><published>2008-10-26T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:46:26.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go BIU (BYU)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355570101486&amp;amp;site=widget-ee.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355570101486&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p1/2954361355570101486/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355570101486&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p2/2954361355570101486/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355570101486&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p4/2954361355570101486/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really fun weekend!  We have been wanting to go to a BYU football game all year and Trevor's Aunt gave us the opportunity.  So we invited my parents, and made a weekend of it.  Keyton was so excited the night before and kept saying, "We going to a BIU football game!".  On Friday, we went down to Salt Lake and went to Gardener's village, which is any woman's dream come true.  Trevor and Grandpa had to occupy Keyton while my mom and I shopped.  Then, we went to Cabellas.  Wow, that store is Keyton's heaven.  We spent 3 hours there checking everything out.  Keyton loved it and I think everyone else did also.  That night we went and met Trevor's Aunt Sherri and Susie for dinner.  It was good to get to see them again.  I just love them.  Saturday, we got to go to the game.  It was an exciting game as you know if you watched it.  Keyton loved getting to meet Cosmo and he kept yelling "Go BIU" through the game. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was BYU. Anyway, we had a great time there so thanks Susie and Sherri.  We love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-232793884887964185?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/232793884887964185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=232793884887964185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/232793884887964185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/232793884887964185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-biu-byu.html' title='Go BIU (BYU)'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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-4327626473387010681.post-8423954021991602563</id><published>2008-10-03T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:16:25.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends in High Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197301595510&amp;amp;site=widget-76.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197301595510&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/2449958197301595510/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197301595510&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p2/2449958197301595510/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2449958197301595510&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p4/2449958197301595510/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We have been having a ton of fun the last couple days.  On Wednesday, Sari called and said her friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; and Melissa were out on the tractor harvesting potatoes and that if we wanted to bring the kids out, they could ride on the tractor with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; knows all about "John Deere" tractors, so this was a dream come true for him.  He thought it was great to be able to drive and honk the horn and fill up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; haulers.  They had already filled up 2 trucks, and another one was supposed to be coming. Sari figured they had ridden long enough and went to get them out.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; told her, "No, I'm waiting for the next truck."  So, he had to ride a little longer. After we finally convinced him out of the tractor, he clenched his fists really tight and said, "That was the coolest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fing&lt;/span&gt; I've ever seen!"&lt;br /&gt;    Then on Thursday, we came to Bear Lake since Trevor is at drill all weekend.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; the homecoming parade, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; got to live another dream.  Riding in the fire truck!  Grandpa and him drove it in the parade and it was so cute.  He was saying "Go Bear Lake"on the intercom.  He also got to spend time with his new cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brakken&lt;/span&gt;.  He loves him even though he can't quite understand why he won't play with him.  I just have to say, it's nice to have friends and family that get to do all these cool things.  It makes it easy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; to get to live his dreams.  I love watching his face light up when he gets to do things like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8423954021991602563?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8423954021991602563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8423954021991602563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8423954021991602563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8423954021991602563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-in-high-places.html' title='Friends in High Places'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-6473645727522018771</id><published>2008-09-25T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:48:49.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SNvnBLvGsrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i2HTbGB3xoo/s1600-h/August-October.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SNvnBLvGsrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i2HTbGB3xoo/s320/August-October.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250043798146691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom called last week and told us she read in the paper about a model train show at the Depot.  We went down there, and it was really cool.  There was this huge room full of tracks and towns and bridges that these little trains drive on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keyton&lt;/span&gt; was in train heaven.  He loves to see the trains everywhere we go.  He thought this was the best.  He had to call grandma and tell her all about it.  I guess they have it every 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; of the month, so we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have to go back again. Maybe next time Grandpa and Grandma can come with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-6473645727522018771?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/6473645727522018771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=6473645727522018771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6473645727522018771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/6473645727522018771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/09/trains.html' title='Trains!'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SNvnBLvGsrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/i2HTbGB3xoo/s72-c/August-October.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4150266252190949731</id><published>2008-09-16T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:22:10.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>1. What is his name? Trevor Hugh Reddish&lt;br /&gt;2. Who eats more? Sadly enough, probably me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who said "I love you"first? Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;4. Who is taller?  Trevor (I could not have married someone shorter than me)&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is smarter? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Depends on what the subject is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Who is more sensitive? Me.  Trevor always admits he has a cold heart.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Who does the laundry? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think we both do.  We help each other.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Trevor sleeps on the right side if you are laying in it.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Who pays the bills?  I do&lt;br /&gt;10.  Who cooks more?  I do, but I enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;11.  What meals do you cook together?  Anything we grill, and if Trevor is off of work he will always help me with whatever I need him to do.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Who is more stubborn? Not even a debate on this one ME!&lt;br /&gt;13.  Who is the first to admit they are wrong? I have a very hard time admitting I was wrong but I am getting better.  Trevor never hesitates to blame himself even if he shouldn't.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Who has more siblings? Trevor has 4 and I have 3&lt;br /&gt;15.   Who wears the pants in the relationship?  This is funny.  Whenever people tell Trevor that I wear the pants he replies "well at least I can admit it"&lt;br /&gt;16.  What do you like to do together?Everything.  We hike, bike, ski, go camping, clean house.  We pretty much do everything together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Who eats more sweets? No question, me.  I love anything sweet!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  His guilty pleasures? Twinkies and Energy drinks&lt;br /&gt;19.  How did you meet? Through mutual friends&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Who asked who out first? Don't know???&lt;br /&gt;21.  Who proposed? He did.  At octagon springs in Soda.&lt;br /&gt;22.  Who kissed who first? I think it was a mutual kiss.  At least I hope!&lt;br /&gt;23.  His best features? I love Trevor's eyes but I also love everything else about him too.&lt;br /&gt;24.  His greatest quality?  He would do anything for anybody and he is soo easy going.  He balances me out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;25.  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WE MISS YOU... 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4952ecad47c0dcc5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7106717052439739828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7106717052439739828' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7106717052439739828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7106717052439739828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-to-you-lea.html' title='Here&apos;s to you LEA'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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I was trying to get the house cleaned today and was in a rush and as I walked through the kitchen, I saw Keyton at the fridge drawing on his magnadoodle.  I quickly asked him, "what are you drawing?" and he replied in a very serious tone, "a motorcycle"&lt;br /&gt;His drawings are typically scribbles so I just said "cool" and walked off without looking.  Then when I went back in there a minute later I noticed how hard he was concentrating on his little drawing.  So, I walked over to look at it and this is what I found.  Mind you, he is barely 2 1/2 yrs old....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SMHsl5x9nFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7V3z1mSFvSw/s1600-h/GEDC0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SMHsl5x9nFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7V3z1mSFvSw/s320/GEDC0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242731577145662546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty good if you ask me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3838692686198763920?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3838692686198763920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3838692686198763920' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3838692686198763920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3838692686198763920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-picasso.html' title='My Little Picasso'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SMHsl5x9nFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7V3z1mSFvSw/s72-c/GEDC0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-9118975181848155274</id><published>2008-08-23T20:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:58:06.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY..BUSY</title><content type='html'>Wow, it seems like life has been crazy lately.  We have been trying to cram in as many things as possible before this summer ends.  It has been fun as well as exausting.  Here are some of the things we have been doing in the last couple weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Trevor has not been backpacking with his dad in over 5 years.  So, some of the Reddish's planned a trip, and they took lamas and went backpacking in the Uintas.  They got rained on and Trevor said the hike was pretty rugged, but I think he was so glad to be able to get to do that with his dad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SLDDrqXJMrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EFRl-MFD3Hs/s1600-h/GEDC0089-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SLDDrqXJMrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EFRl-MFD3Hs/s320/GEDC0089-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237901521505039026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting some flooring from Tessa and Brandon that they weren't able to use and put it in out kitchen.  This is what the new floor looks like.  I love it, but it took us a few days to get that in ourselves.  I must say... me and Trevor worked pretty well togther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SLDCiNdRzuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vXv2_clVKKE/s1600-h/GEDC0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SLDCiNdRzuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vXv2_clVKKE/s320/GEDC0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237900259615690466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got some baseball tickets through Trevor's work, so we got to go see the Idaho Falls Chuckers play.  It was a very fun night.  Keyton loved to yell at the players and stomp his feet with the crowd.  He got his T-shirt autographed by Charlie the Chucker but not before he gave the bird a big hug and kiss right on the beak.  Of course, like anywhere else we go, he found himself a good looking teenage girlfriend (that kid is such the ladies man), and he managed to swindle his way out of a foul ball.  Long story but so cute I have to tell it.  I told him to take his glove to the game in case a foul ball came our way.  So he carried it around most of the night.  And what are the odds... a foul ball came right to us.  But before Trevor could get it this teenager dove through the benches and was wrestling for it under our bench.  Keyton saw him get the ball and went over and said very politley, "Can I please have that ball?" (knowing it was rightfully his) and of course, the kid couldn't tell him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SLDGrI3aINI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ocvwo4xX1A8/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SLDGrI3aINI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ocvwo4xX1A8/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237904811048444114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, this weekend we went camping for a night and took Keyton's 4-wheeler up with us.  He has only ever ridden it on the sidewalk by our house, and he thought it was great to actually get to ride it in the mountains.  All I can say is that I think we have a future 4-wheeler racer on our hands.  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Ryan's cousin Connie took them for us and they turned out really good.  Especially for what she had to work with (7 little ones).  The 2 year olds (Keyton, Anna, and Elle)  are all within 4 months and they are so cute to watch grow up together.  They are all so different, but can have so much fun together.  It's crazy to me to look at these, Haiden and Madi have grown up so much since I first met them, which seems like just yesterday.  They are such beautiful girls.  When I see Andrew, he just makes me laugh.  He is always trying to make people laugh and thrives on it.  And Baby Logan, such a cutie, all I can say is I hope to have one as easy as him some day.  I love my in-law family so much.  They are so good to me and have just taken me in as one of their own.  A funny story, Trevor's dad told me that he knew I was going to be the one Trevor married because I was the first girl he introduced to them as his "girlfriend".  Trevor's parents are the nicest people I have ever met and would do anything for me.  I love them!  And, I'm so glad I have 4 more sisters in my life!  They are always willing to help me out whenever I need it.  Trevor's sister have truly become my best friends along with my own sisters.  I love and appreciate you guys so much.  Thanks for all you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2121215641845019312?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2121215641845019312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2121215641845019312' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2121215641845019312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2121215641845019312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-hadnt-had-reddish-family-picture.html' title='The Reddish&apos;s'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7621656140081772607</id><published>2008-08-06T12:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:39:40.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167485409298&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167485409298&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/2810246167485409298/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167485409298&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/2810246167485409298/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167485409298&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p4/2810246167485409298/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was really fun.  Trevor had his monthly drill, but it was family day on Saturday.  That morning the general flew down in a Blackhawk and gave out an award.  So, then they let everybody check out the helicopter.  Keyton thought it was the greatest thing ever.  He got to sit in it and everything.  Then he got to do the blow up obstacle course.  They had all the tanks and trucks there for people to look at and sit in.  I just love to see his face light up when he sees anything to do with the Army.  He is just mesmerized by it.  He loved getting in the tank that is just like the one Trevor drives.  Then right when we were ready to go we heard the helicopter was going to take off.  We got to sit about 50 yards away and watch it take off.  Keyton couldn't take his eyes off of it.  There is nothing better for a mom than to watch her child fall in love with the same thing his dad is in love with.  It was soo fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7621656140081772607?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7621656140081772607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7621656140081772607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7621656140081772607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7621656140081772607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-weekend.html' title='A Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3459478502625185962</id><published>2008-07-29T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:08:37.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I loved this idea so I had to do it.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! I guess good or bad, but be nice!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3459478502625185962?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3459478502625185962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3459478502625185962' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3459478502625185962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3459478502625185962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-2009592635172340281</id><published>2008-07-25T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:50:37.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Trevor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SIqm8t63FgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O4oJUx-PwXE/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SIqm8t63FgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O4oJUx-PwXE/s320/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227173879565719042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trevor's birthday is tomorrow and he turns the big 26!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would just tell him Happy Birthday from me and Keyton! &lt;br /&gt;We love you so much Trevor and couldn't ask for a better husband and dad. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you do for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I would post some pictures of Trevor that I love.  Not many people get to see the side of Trevor that I get to see.  He is usually pretty reserved when he's around people, but when it's just us at home, he is a crack up.  He is always pulling faces at me.  The first picture is when he got home from a two week military school and him and keyton were so excited to see each other.  Classic moment.  Make sure you check out the middle one.  This one was one of the funniest moments of my life.  Me and my friend Misty roped our husbands into dressing up as Century High School cheerleaders.  So naturally, Trevor had to be the girl.  Notice his hairy belly and legs hanging out in the pic.  I don't think I have ever laughed that hard and am laughing just remembering it.  He kept sitting with his legs open in his skirt so you could see his underwear.  I kept having to remind him he was in a dress.!  The bottom left one was when I was about 7 months pregnant and Trevor had to go to Louisiana for hurricane Katrina relief.  This was the night he got home.  I missed him alot when he was there.  The last two are Trevor in the outdoors where he is happiest.  Trevor, here are some things I love about you:&lt;br /&gt;-your sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;-your laugh (when I get to hear it)&lt;br /&gt;-The smell of your armpit!!&lt;br /&gt;-How good of a Dad you are to Keyton&lt;br /&gt;-How you will do anything to make me happy&lt;br /&gt;-how hard you work all the time&lt;br /&gt;-how you hardly ever complain&lt;br /&gt;-how much you love everyone&lt;br /&gt;-how giving you are to others&lt;br /&gt;-How you balance me out&lt;br /&gt;-how you always rub my back when I ask even&lt;br /&gt;though I know you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;-your eyes&lt;br /&gt;-your half smile&lt;br /&gt;-How much you help me with whatever&lt;br /&gt;you can on your days off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How hot you are in your uniform.(love it)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-2009592635172340281?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/2009592635172340281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=2009592635172340281' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2009592635172340281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/2009592635172340281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-trevor.html' title='Happy Birthday Trevor'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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://bp1.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SIqm8t63FgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O4oJUx-PwXE/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-7041637215004860736</id><published>2008-07-17T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:16:20.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Trip to Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197293557995&amp;amp;site=widget-eb.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197293557995&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p1/2449958197293557995/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197293557995&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p2/2449958197293557995/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197293557995&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p4/2449958197293557995/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been to Yellowstone since I was like 5 and Trevor had never been, so we decided we wanted to check it out.  We took our camper that we bought this year up and camped for two nights and explored the park.  We had so much fun, and Keyton was sooo good.  He loved getting to see all the animals and pretending to shoot them.  He really loved the mud pots because his new favorite movie is Ice Age and Sid sits in a mud pot.  I loved it too.  I was just as bad as the tourists jumping out of the car before it was stopped to get a picture.  It's just soo exciting when you actually see an animal.  Our second day there, Trevor's sister Chantel and her roommate Michelle met us at Old Faithful and went the rest of the way with us.  It was fun, and I think we will have to make a annual trip out of it.  We should feel so lucky to have such a beautiful place so close to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-7041637215004860736?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/7041637215004860736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=7041637215004860736' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7041637215004860736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/7041637215004860736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-trip-to-yellowstone.html' title='Family Trip to Yellowstone'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-4207160454944631807</id><published>2008-07-05T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:42:52.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SHA_JwNmr_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/spNy0XDwdJs/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SHA_JwNmr_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/spNy0XDwdJs/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219741404915740658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Fourth of July.  Trevor had to work on the 4th so me and my friend Misty took our boys to the parade.  Then my mom and dad stopped by with Harlee, and her and Keyton swam in his pool.  They had a blast.  Then Trevor's sister Randee came over with her girls and we had a little BBQ.  Once Trevor got home, we lit our own firework and then watched the city's.  We are able to see them really good from our house which made it nice.  All in all, it was a pretty good day and Keyton thought the fireworks were pretty cool. I love the Fourth of July.  There's nothing better than a hot dog and fireworks with your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-4207160454944631807?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/4207160454944631807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=4207160454944631807' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4207160454944631807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/4207160454944631807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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://bp3.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SHA_JwNmr_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/spNy0XDwdJs/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-3106591700189863653</id><published>2008-07-01T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:10:38.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Brakken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGrGfegdkgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jy-in6GQ_lk/s1600-h/GEDC0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGrGfegdkgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jy-in6GQ_lk/s320/GEDC0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218201362329604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGrGTz-wz-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VA1-Xon5XRo/s1600-h/GEDC0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGrGTz-wz-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VA1-Xon5XRo/s320/GEDC0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218201161935409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just thought I would let you all know, Tessa had her baby on Wednesday June 25 and named him Brakken Steven Johnston.  He was 7lbs. 6oz. and is the cutest little guy.  All went well and they are both doing really good. &lt;br /&gt;Congrats Brandon and Tessa on becoming parents.  Life will never be the same the again!!!  We love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Trevor, Dayna, Keyton, and Sevy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-3106591700189863653?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/3106591700189863653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=3106591700189863653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3106591700189863653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/3106591700189863653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-baby-brakken.html' title='Sweet Baby Brakken'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGrGfegdkgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jy-in6GQ_lk/s72-c/GEDC0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327626473387010681.post-8499139049709622623</id><published>2008-06-24T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:08:24.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Army Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGHRNm958lI/AAAAAAAAADU/HdW-6TL2a1s/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGHRNm958lI/AAAAAAAAADU/HdW-6TL2a1s/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215679875200447058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGHRGACt6nI/AAAAAAAAADM/GZ4GqdE_90Q/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGHRGACt6nI/AAAAAAAAADM/GZ4GqdE_90Q/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215679744492563058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGHQ5Ul6BSI/AAAAAAAAADE/tciolc3SwiU/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGHQ5Ul6BSI/AAAAAAAAADE/tciolc3SwiU/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215679526670566690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few pictures of Trevor while he was at A.T.  He is sitting next to the rounds they shoot out of their tank.  Trevor loves to go to A.T. because it's the only time he gets to bic his head and grow out his mustache.  I won't let him do those things at home.  Yuck!  While he was there, they made some small mistake while loading the tank and misfired and shot out of the designated area.  Luckily no one got hurt, but I think they got in some trouble.  It happened on Father's day so Trevor said his Father's Day wasn't that great.  Anyway, we are glad to have him home and are ready to start our summer fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327626473387010681-8499139049709622623?l=tdandk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/feeds/8499139049709622623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327626473387010681&amp;postID=8499139049709622623' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8499139049709622623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327626473387010681/posts/default/8499139049709622623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tdandk.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-army-man.html' title='Our Army Man'/><author><name>Trevor and Dayna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16307338744348948625</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://bp2.blogger.com/_2DbuWbuuGoE/SGHRNm958lI/AAAAAAAAADU/HdW-6TL2a1s/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
