<?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-36520613</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:51:25.134-08:00</updated><category term='Bath tub'/><category term='2009'/><category term='flooding'/><category term='Harley'/><category term='Brogan'/><category term='Colic'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Features'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJGBRr51BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9VLFsBloW5M/s1600-h/audrey_rollersun.jpg'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Duvall'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8BBG57I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yFx_BaRyQEo/s400/bday_party_fun.jpg'/><category term='Audrey'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Down Syndrome'/><category term='Breastfeeding'/><category term='Feeding'/><category term='Turkey'/><title type='text'>Eva's Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>Two Kids, two dogs, parrots and two adults.  Life is crazy.  I'm a full time working mom and my husband is a full time homemaker who takes care of the baby and gets our daughter off to school and picks her up every day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7025147700602786596</id><published>2011-04-21T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:43:00.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Boots</title><content type='html'>I thought I was doing a really great thing for our son - and it turns  out that I did!  I brought home some green "frog" rubber boots for  Brogan a week or so ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go outside, Brogan always wants to join us BUT if he doesn't have shoes on he's not supposed to come outside!  No SHOES no outside!  So began our son's LOVE of shoes.  He has a lot of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His feet have been getting wet and cold.  I thought a nice pair of rubber boots would be just the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brogan quickly learned how to put on his new boots all by himself, and how to take them off too.  He is so fast at putting them on now that no one can go outside without him right behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I create a MONSTER?  Yes -- BUT I created a very very happy monster!  He has been spending more time outside helping daddy and playing in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6l5dDeCK4yI/TbDZ2mEM_TI/AAAAAAAAAac/5kKs2kZirN8/s1600/Brogan_tapemeasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6l5dDeCK4yI/TbDZ2mEM_TI/AAAAAAAAAac/5kKs2kZirN8/s400/Brogan_tapemeasure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598213868775865650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brogan is Daddy's best helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is great for his parents, since he seems to be wearing himself out enough to go to sleep at bed time!  YaY!  Mom and Dad go to bed shortly (like 15 minutes after) the kids are all tucked in for sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxpKRrBZfJg/TbDZwCmEMhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FRtrUjRRmZw/s1600/brogan_awaywithtape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxpKRrBZfJg/TbDZwCmEMhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FRtrUjRRmZw/s400/brogan_awaywithtape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598213756175004178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brogan with his super awesome GREEN boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Super awesome super FAST green boots!  Catch him if you can!&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/36520613-7025147700602786596?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7025147700602786596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7025147700602786596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7025147700602786596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7025147700602786596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-boots.html' title='The Green Boots'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6l5dDeCK4yI/TbDZ2mEM_TI/AAAAAAAAAac/5kKs2kZirN8/s72-c/Brogan_tapemeasure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-265302940654424021</id><published>2011-01-01T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:04:40.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year - Frozen to the Ground</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year's Eve and the Power went off at around 2:30 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Candyland.  We snuggled, the kids played in the hallway with toys.  Then at around 6 we decided to go to town for a warm dinner out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us loaded into the Jeep and it had been warming up too.  Dusty put it in reverse and guess what!?  The tires were frozen to the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR93dcptEjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ncvq0bkV1w0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR93dcptEjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ncvq0bkV1w0/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557291812989506098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey being as emotional as she is freaked out.  I told her to take it easy and daddy would fix whatever it was that was keeping us from moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess he's had experience with vehicles being frozen to the ground!  We got going eventually and had a nice filling and warm dinner at the local mexican resturant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, the power was still out!  So we all cuddled into our big bed and daddy read the first two chapers of Audrey's new book:  How to Train Your Dragon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we turned the portable lights out and snuggled down all 4 of us in bed to sleep.  Brogan was out first.  Audrey wiggled and wiggled and whispered and wiggled and finally SHE HAD to go to her own room to sleep because she couldn't sleep with all of the noise of everyone breathing!  Wasn't too long ago when she couldn't go to sleep without the sound of everyone breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy helped Audrey get to her room with Brittney as a bedmate, THEN mom and dad were able to go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 1:00 am and the power was back on.  After turning off the tv in the living room and lights - checking on Audrey and turning on her nightlight, I crawled back into bed and said happy new year to my husband before falling asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year... the power's on and it's warm in here today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-265302940654424021?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/265302940654424021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=265302940654424021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/265302940654424021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/265302940654424021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-frozen-to-ground.html' title='Happy New Year - Frozen to the Ground'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR93dcptEjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ncvq0bkV1w0/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-3401385689504438594</id><published>2010-12-03T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:35:52.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware Ye' Service Men</title><content type='html'>My rule is "Call me before you come over". That way I'm on the look out. Also - PLEASE don't knock or ring a doorbell. &lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that sounds kinda strange and you may think I'm a recluse or just anti-social but we have our reasons!  We have a volitile home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scenario:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Knock, Knock"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romeo - Moluccan Cockatoo starts Screaming like a banshee! It's ear piercing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 301px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546527853923909618" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TPk5skXxv_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/3KYhZVOBXPI/s400/romeo_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora - Sulfur Crest Cockatoo starts barking like a little terrier dog and screaming like a banshee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR9zauj_lqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/huvysxH4Uvc/s1600/100_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR9zauj_lqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/huvysxH4Uvc/s400/100_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557287368211273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rley - 90 pound &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Bulldog with a big scary bark!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546527858030974482" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TPk5szq-lhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/FnDIwalwdTw/s400/audrey_brogan_harley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittney - 45 pound red Cattle dog with a snaggle tooth growl and a big bark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR9yeEKHnMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Ue-7L63fORA/s1600/20070911%2BDownloaded%2B166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR9yeEKHnMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Ue-7L63fORA/s400/20070911%2BDownloaded%2B166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557286326036307138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time one of us gets to the door to answer it, it's CHAOS and the poor guy on the other side of the door looks pretty worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wake the BABY - my husband can look pretty scary too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR9zwzB_UVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VZwm_fF97pI/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TR9zwzB_UVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VZwm_fF97pI/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557287747367948626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy Pig Pile!  Scary hu!?&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/36520613-3401385689504438594?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3401385689504438594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=3401385689504438594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3401385689504438594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3401385689504438594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/12/beware-ye-service-men.html' title='Beware Ye&apos; Service Men'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TPk5skXxv_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/3KYhZVOBXPI/s72-c/romeo_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-2205991514984759223</id><published>2010-11-15T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:18:22.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TOFPGWTImAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lK5Z4U92Le8/s1600/fox_race.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539795987126065154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TOFPGWTImAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lK5Z4U92Le8/s400/fox_race.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey and I finished reading &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=SraqpzF9tfEC&amp;amp;lpg=PP1&amp;amp;ots=65oubQYpXT&amp;amp;dq=Stone%20Fox&amp;amp;pg=PP1#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Stone Fox by John Reynolds Gardiner &lt;/a&gt;last night. It was an exciting book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All up till the finish line. Audrey and I were in shock when after all that had happened, Searchlight's heart burst 100 yards from the finish. Geez - this is an 8 year old I'm reading to, and she understands death quite well, but geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed the book and the message it had, but I sure wish Searchlight would have surived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-2205991514984759223?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2205991514984759223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=2205991514984759223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2205991514984759223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2205991514984759223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/11/stone-fox.html' title='Stone Fox'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TOFPGWTImAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/lK5Z4U92Le8/s72-c/fox_race.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7782667599431287117</id><published>2010-11-07T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:12:01.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like sissy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Brogan's gotta  be a big boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TNdqCq39MtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QTnzWR4LxLo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TNdqCq39MtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QTnzWR4LxLo/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537010860976583378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TNdqCznQ7uI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0AbQMrIdfHM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TNdqCznQ7uI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0AbQMrIdfHM/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537010863322492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got his own plate, ketchup and spot at the table just like his big sister.  This is one happy guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7782667599431287117?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7782667599431287117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7782667599431287117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7782667599431287117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7782667599431287117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-like-sissy.html' title='Just like sissy!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TNdqCq39MtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QTnzWR4LxLo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-2694576517124633238</id><published>2010-10-29T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T07:41:39.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spazzz/5125488325/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/5125488325_d781da1e99.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spazzz/5125488325/"&gt;Harley&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/spazzz/"&gt;Eva D&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harley is going to the Vet today to be neutered.  Poor guy.  I told Dusty to have them give him some doggy Valium 'cause he is so attached to Dusty that he cries when he's gone - the WHOLE TIME he's gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation anxiety big time!  Harley is a big love, 85 pound American bulldog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-2694576517124633238?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2694576517124633238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=2694576517124633238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2694576517124633238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2694576517124633238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/10/harley.html' title='Harley'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/5125488325_d781da1e99_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6875687561591169116</id><published>2010-10-28T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:00:43.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Cougar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/5124798024_ac1559afb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/5124798024_ac1559afb9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/5124798200_b37531e484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/5124798200_b37531e484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spazzz/5124798408/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/5124798408_a3d259ce18.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spazzz/5124798408/"&gt;2010-10-28 17.20.14&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/spazzz/"&gt;Eva D&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Power windows &amp;amp; doors.  Power seats - kind of amazing for an old '77 cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's kind of old, but still pretty  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-6875687561591169116?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6875687561591169116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6875687561591169116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6875687561591169116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6875687561591169116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-cougar-retiring.html' title='Old Cougar'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/5124798024_ac1559afb9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-748006395815495638</id><published>2010-09-21T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:33:03.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey's hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TJlOqxBX9KI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cHdcR6kpWNw/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TJlOqxBX9KI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cHdcR6kpWNw/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519529314939827362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now (like forever), Audrey's hair has been down to her bottom it's so long.  It's a nightmare for her to brush in the morning when she's getting ready for school.  It's hard for me to always braid it at night so the tangles are minimized.  It's just been tough for everyone - even the poor dogs who seem to ingest long strands of hair and that ... well, that doesn't come out so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much pleading and begging I finally gave in to Audrey's request for a haircut.  She looks fantastic!  She loves her hair and it's easy for her to take care of.  The added bonus is that her brother can't reach out and pull it as easily as he did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I let Audrey get a hair cut - I did save the 8 inches or so of hair that was cut off and it's in her "baby box".  A treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-748006395815495638?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/748006395815495638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=748006395815495638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/748006395815495638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/748006395815495638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/09/audreys-hair.html' title='Audrey&apos;s hair'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TJlOqxBX9KI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cHdcR6kpWNw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5674386415331449028</id><published>2010-09-21T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:26:20.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMMMMMMMM YUMMMMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TJlNEvto9zI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UUY6iYwtkAs/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TJlNEvto9zI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UUY6iYwtkAs/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519527562241963826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach for the chip bag, Brogan says "MMMMMMMM" as in YUMMMMMY.  When he sees string cheese, he says "MMMMMMMMM"!  When he sees anything he likes to eat that's his response!  He's a great snacking buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Dusty put hot sauce on his food and Brogan really really wanted some.  It did smell good I said.  Dusty gave Brogan a little bite and Brogan got so mad at daddy!  How dare he wreck something that smells so good with hot sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brogan wants more juice/milk/koolaid in his sippy cup, he asks differently, depending on who he's asking.  If he is asking Dad, he just shakes his cup and hands it over.  If he's asking Mom - he grips the cup tightly, makes a "grrr" noise (imitating me trying to open a sippy cup) and expects me to know what he wants!  I figured it out and thought that was so funny, I couldn't believe it - Brogan sign language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-5674386415331449028?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5674386415331449028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5674386415331449028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5674386415331449028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5674386415331449028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/09/mmmmmmmmmmm-yummmmy.html' title='MMMMMMMMMMM YUMMMMY'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/TJlNEvto9zI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UUY6iYwtkAs/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4366748869983445708</id><published>2010-05-13T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:21:40.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S-yzq3x1tSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MVHFOBMdsdA/s1600/picture_day2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S-yzq3x1tSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MVHFOBMdsdA/s400/picture_day2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470945196457178402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey, 1st grade - Picture day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gorgeous Girl!&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/36520613-4366748869983445708?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4366748869983445708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4366748869983445708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4366748869983445708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4366748869983445708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/05/picture-day-2010.html' title='Picture day 2010'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S-yzq3x1tSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MVHFOBMdsdA/s72-c/picture_day2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1216316397375659750</id><published>2010-05-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:21:29.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley in the Box</title><content type='html'>So we took the kids to Chuck - E - Cheese today to celebrate Brogan's birthday with G-Pa. Dusty took the kitchen trash can out of the house - just in case - Harley was feeling like being a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, and Dusty unlocked the door. Then Dusty saw Harley laying down, not jumping around to get out or anything. So Dusty took a closer look. Harley had his head stuck in a box! Dusty lead Harley out of the house, because no one would believe this - I had to see it too! Poor guy had a box stuck on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a lucky dog, because Audrey took the box off after we all had a good laugh... but I swear the poor boy is worn out from the ordeal. He's just been mellow and sleeping most of the afternoon. I think he was so grateful that he could see again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about your funny stories, we're still laughing - but we are still sorry for poor Harley. What were dad's words "You didn't get into any trouble did ya?"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we don't have a picture of that, but we do have a pretty cool picture of Harley's "talents" - his LIPS... (my friend at work asked me what he did, and I said he let the baby stretch his lips over his head). That's his great talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S-S8Tdss6EI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tWd-ArCuNqU/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S-S8Tdss6EI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tWd-ArCuNqU/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468702890110281794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Harley and his talented lips!&lt;/span&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/36520613-1216316397375659750?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1216316397375659750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1216316397375659750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1216316397375659750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1216316397375659750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/05/harley-in-box.html' title='Harley in the Box'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S-S8Tdss6EI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tWd-ArCuNqU/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6612751567711431324</id><published>2010-04-27T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:04:13.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey that should be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S9eh7YgD-lI/AAAAAAAAAXw/h-hdcH0451Q/s1600/2favguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S9eh7YgD-lI/AAAAAAAAAXw/h-hdcH0451Q/s400/2favguys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465014714398669394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at that precious sleeping baby without a care in the world.  All is as it should be.  Dad is the most wonderful guy ever - and Brogan is feeling loved and safe (always).  My guys, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yes, Dusty is built - huge arms and strong everywhere.  My husband, my love.  My husband and son have matching muscles - hey can you see how huge and strong Brogan's legs are?  He's a very muscular kid!  Just like his dad.  Oh and BTW - he has Down Syndrome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-6612751567711431324?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6612751567711431324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6612751567711431324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6612751567711431324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6612751567711431324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-favorite-guys.html' title='My favorite guys'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S9eh7YgD-lI/AAAAAAAAAXw/h-hdcH0451Q/s72-c/2favguys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-729011922103114864</id><published>2010-03-24T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:31:21.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky hu?</title><content type='html'>Brogan eats really well, and most of my friends know this.  He has a great appetite.  When he gets full though, he likes to throw the rest of his food off of his high chair tray.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always tell him "NO", and try to take away the food before he has a chance to throw it all - which is quite a race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night our son looked me in the eye... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He took a noodle (Swedish meatballs), and he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE had the audacity to look me in the eye and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take the noodle under his high chair tray, put it through his legs and drop it onto the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a SNEAK!!!  Somebody tell me that this kid is not a Mr. Smarty pants?  Well instead of getting mad - I just calmly told dad (and Sissy) that our boy is a super sneaker now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny boy - he's been down with allergies for a week and a half, but he is feeling better (maybe I am too, yikes).  He ate like a champ today trying to make up for all those lost carbs and calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solid our boy is, and very strong.  We sure are proud of him but that doesn't make our worries any less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone asked me wow how do you work with your son now that you know he has Down Syndrome?  I told that person that Dusty and I treat Brogan like a regular kid.  We talk to him, we play with him, we interest him in books and toys.  Why would we treat him any different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years ago, our precious son would have had a life span of about 9 years.  That's when they took your Down Syndrome baby and put them in homes ... homes? (Insane Asylums) - for lack of a better place, and those poor kids were left to fend for themselves with poor nutrition and health care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy that modern medicine and health care, and knowledge ( acceptance ) of  our beautiful kids has advanced so that my boy can have a long and healthy life.  I cried my heart out thinking that he was going to die by the time he was 7 years old when they told me he had Down Syndrome, but I know more now and statistically he will live a long and healthy life.  That I am so happy for because someone as awesome as Brogan should be with us for a long time to teach and love us all as we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-729011922103114864?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/729011922103114864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=729011922103114864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/729011922103114864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/729011922103114864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneaky-hu.html' title='Sneaky hu?'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8535379300712453461</id><published>2010-03-19T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:06:35.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outside is GREAT DAD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S6QQJxhoW7I/AAAAAAAAAXo/69lt_I178Jc/s1600-h/brogan_outside1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S6QQJxhoW7I/AAAAAAAAAXo/69lt_I178Jc/s400/brogan_outside1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450499209124404146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brogan is so funny - he's been walking for quite some time, but whenever we take him out of the living room - even down the hallway - he refuses to walk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He decided that walking outside was really really cool, especially because Brittney the dog was out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea35e879c2fc30bb" 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://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea35e879c2fc30bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D444C07BF34C803FF92315AF027A5FB977761DACC.23537A6D8E3FA5389174891C933E62D04CF7ADB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea35e879c2fc30bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB_wp73TxUHMihJahg7LpIH4cXwE&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://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea35e879c2fc30bb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D444C07BF34C803FF92315AF027A5FB977761DACC.23537A6D8E3FA5389174891C933E62D04CF7ADB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea35e879c2fc30bb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB_wp73TxUHMihJahg7LpIH4cXwE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8535379300712453461?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8535379300712453461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8535379300712453461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8535379300712453461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8535379300712453461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/outside.html' title='Outside!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S6QQJxhoW7I/AAAAAAAAAXo/69lt_I178Jc/s72-c/brogan_outside1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-737642417032123005</id><published>2010-03-19T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:10:50.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big enough for his first bath in the BIG TUB!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S6QPvViwBvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f4oaC3bULV8/s1600-h/bigboybath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S6QPvViwBvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f4oaC3bULV8/s400/bigboybath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450498754936309490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest little boy, my boy.  After enjoying his spaghetti &amp;amp; meatballs, Brogan really enjoyed his big boy bath and the boats in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-737642417032123005?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/737642417032123005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=737642417032123005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/737642417032123005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/737642417032123005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-boy-bath.html' title='Big Boy Bath'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S6QPvViwBvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f4oaC3bULV8/s72-c/bigboybath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8374475395431166507</id><published>2010-02-24T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:33:18.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brogan the super cool boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It took so long to log on to Blogger I almost forgot what I was going to rant/rave about...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brogan went from our precious baby to a ruffian "BOY" in one hair cut, I swear. I guess it's all about perceptions. As much as we saw Brogan as our baby, it seemed that right after he got his super cool crew cut, we started seeing him as the ruffian boy that he really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Audrey would have told us that a few months ago when her brother started walking and pulling her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. What a difference a simple haircut makes. Geez - ladies - we all know that's a fact too. So here's to our sweet son, who says "Hi, Mommomma, Dad Dad". Brogan you are super cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4X8BrubhxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KjtVPkZW5VI/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4X8BrubhxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KjtVPkZW5VI/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442032830594647826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His skin, normally so clear and perfectly olive is a little inflamed by the spaghetti sauce in his dinner tonight.  Yikes - but then I pamper him with "Aquaphor".. Dusty loves to say what's the aqua for??? I am always looking for the Aquaphor, it's great stuff.  It is awesome for helping sooth any kind of rash.&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8374475395431166507?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8374475395431166507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8374475395431166507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8374475395431166507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8374475395431166507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/02/brogan-super-cool-boy.html' title='Brogan the super cool boy!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4X8BrubhxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KjtVPkZW5VI/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-876056646782460521</id><published>2010-02-22T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:40:20.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey - PLEASE EAT!!!</title><content type='html'>The nightly battle is getting Audrey to eat her dinner... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty knows how much she likes Teriyaki so made beef Teriyaki just for her.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KW8U96gEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v15EQWwdT8g/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KW8U96gEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v15EQWwdT8g/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077262981693506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KW78ktBWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mZQf4KH7bRg/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KW78ktBWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mZQf4KH7bRg/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441077256433501538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It won't kill you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-876056646782460521?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/876056646782460521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=876056646782460521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/876056646782460521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/876056646782460521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/02/audrey-please-eat.html' title='Audrey - PLEASE EAT!!!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KW8U96gEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/v15EQWwdT8g/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8302904086666375915</id><published>2010-02-22T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:37:25.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brogan's new 'Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KWoBhNsUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NVIvJjGYKHY/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KWoBhNsUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NVIvJjGYKHY/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441076914163659074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well the gorgeous baby curls had to go... :(  Lots easier to comb out now!&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/36520613-8302904086666375915?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8302904086666375915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8302904086666375915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8302904086666375915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8302904086666375915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/02/brogans-new-do.html' title='Brogan&apos;s new &apos;Do'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S4KWoBhNsUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NVIvJjGYKHY/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4952681882120561953</id><published>2010-01-28T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:52:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brogan's busy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can always tell when Brogan has had a busy day when I walk in the door after work. He likes to throw all of his toys over the back of the couch... that's where the entry way is. He's a stinker! We tell him "no! Don't throw your toys", but he just thinks it's great fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a new puppy that thinks it's great fun too! Luckily, Harley hasn't destroyed more than a handful of Brogan's toys. He did chew the wheel off of the little monster truck Brogan got for Christmas - 'Donkey Kong' - AND this really upset Audrey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are a few shots of our busy guy AFTER he's emptied his toy box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S2JM3b1wblI/AAAAAAAAAW4/R-381ccjpOs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S2JM3b1wblI/AAAAAAAAAW4/R-381ccjpOs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431988615811984978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S2JM2qb1VcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yizO0U3Nrps/s1600-h/006.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S2JM2qb1VcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yizO0U3Nrps/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431988602549917122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've started NOT giving his toys back after he throws them.  They are mommy and daddy's toy now and we put them into a box.  Audrey actually is the one who takes those toys and puts them back in his toy box.  She's an awesome big sister.&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/36520613-4952681882120561953?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4952681882120561953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4952681882120561953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4952681882120561953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4952681882120561953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/brogans-busy-day.html' title='Brogan&apos;s busy day'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S2JM3b1wblI/AAAAAAAAAW4/R-381ccjpOs/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7815757109434791095</id><published>2010-01-23T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:31:16.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcicle Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S1v3KDMA_QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PDD71R6cA3s/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S1v3KDMA_QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PDD71R6cA3s/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430205527751720194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7815757109434791095?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7815757109434791095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7815757109434791095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7815757109434791095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7815757109434791095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/popcicle-boy.html' title='Popcicle Boy'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S1v3KDMA_QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PDD71R6cA3s/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1329871029347761098</id><published>2010-01-18T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:29:02.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Bus Riding... Rural</title><content type='html'>So - we had my blazer towed to the shop...&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(they won't work on it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had my blazer towed home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MSD Ignition system needs to be replaced.  Think ordering online and waiting for it to ship?  Waiting for payday to order... may be 2 weeks until it is fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eva riding the bus.. first day - ok.  Second day, missed the bus, got on the wrong bus, got off that bus and walked to a bus stop.  Got on the bus that stopped there, it was the wrong bus too.  Waited for 30 minutes in pouring rain - ok - hood on, rain jacket zipped up.  Now know the true meaning of a rain jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During lunch I walked over to Kohl's and bought myself a proper rain/wind/warm jacket.  I LOVE this coat.  It was very sweet of the Kohl's employees too to take all the tags off for me when I said I wanted to wear it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordeals abound.  Monday - Martin Luther King Jr day - I admired the man, have no problem with him UNTIL holiday schedule for the bus. I waited an extra 45 minutes for the bus - so an hour altogether, but in the cold wind, rain and cars going by that swept dirt into my eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends from work drove past, then had to come back some time later and mentioned they saw me still waiting!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired, worn out and really want my car fixed.  It will be a few tiresome and difficult weeks until we get the blazer back on the road and I just hope my energy and optimism can hold out that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DO KNOW - when I come home, and snuggle/hug love my kids and get them all tucked in and safe, and when Dusty and I can finally go to bed and hold each other while falling into delirious sleep - that it is all worth the hard times.  We - together, Dusty and I, take care of this family and of each other, with love.  Being married to your best friend is the greatest gift I have ever been given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-1329871029347761098?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1329871029347761098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1329871029347761098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1329871029347761098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1329871029347761098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures-in-bus-riding-rural.html' title='Adventures in Bus Riding... Rural'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5335303968971153124</id><published>2010-01-06T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:37:00.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittney and Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk about a HUGE contrast, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0Vj3Me3wqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ypQDkysx7G4/s1600-h/big_little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0Vj3Me3wqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ypQDkysx7G4/s400/big_little.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423851126132294306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittney and Harley:  Brittney is about half Harley's size.  Brittney is about 200% more experienced and more dominant.  Harley is so happy with his new doggie friend, he'll do anything she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's had a few occasions to get grumpy at him.  He is a puppy after all!  But these two dogs are getting on wonderfully.  Brittney is showing Harley the ropes, the yard, the pecking order.  She would never hurt him.  Glad to see and know that Harley would never dream of hurting her either.  He is a gentle pup... and a puppy he is for all his size, he's still clumsy and growing into himself yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family (Dusty, me, Audrey and Brogan) are so happy to have this guy in our lives.  He is just great!  We are very lucky to have been given the opportunity to adopt him and we will be forever grateful to his previous owners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-5335303968971153124?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5335303968971153124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5335303968971153124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5335303968971153124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5335303968971153124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/brittney-and-harley.html' title='Brittney and Harley'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0Vj3Me3wqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ypQDkysx7G4/s72-c/big_little.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-860630264632529634</id><published>2010-01-06T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:02:50.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Covered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0VcvWI1PMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ST2SLGLGe6k/s1600-h/both_ends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0VcvWI1PMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ST2SLGLGe6k/s400/both_ends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423843294703860930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks like the kids got Harley covered on both ends!&lt;/span&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/36520613-860630264632529634?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/860630264632529634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=860630264632529634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/860630264632529634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/860630264632529634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/covered.html' title='Covered'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0VcvWI1PMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ST2SLGLGe6k/s72-c/both_ends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4936231006241132334</id><published>2010-01-06T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:00:35.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley - Wants to PLAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0VcQGjlKJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/x_84PkhmZK0/s1600-h/Harley_wannaplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0VcQGjlKJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/x_84PkhmZK0/s400/Harley_wannaplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423842757945141394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YES YES YES - Can we Play??? HU? HU?&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/36520613-4936231006241132334?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4936231006241132334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4936231006241132334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4936231006241132334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4936231006241132334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/harley-wants-to-play.html' title='Harley - Wants to PLAY!!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0VcQGjlKJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/x_84PkhmZK0/s72-c/Harley_wannaplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-818373443340819518</id><published>2010-01-05T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:48:41.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Boy - Needs a Haircut??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0P58r98YZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1UPM0VJTH6g/s1600-h/sweet_needshaircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0P58r98YZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1UPM0VJTH6g/s400/sweet_needshaircut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423453197274210706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweetest boy in the WORLD.  I love my son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-818373443340819518?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/818373443340819518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=818373443340819518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/818373443340819518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/818373443340819518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-boy-needs-haircut.html' title='Sweet Boy - Needs a Haircut??'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0P58r98YZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1UPM0VJTH6g/s72-c/sweet_needshaircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6436682183433890951</id><published>2010-01-05T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:47:12.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Doggin' It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't worry - Brogan and Harley play back and forth with this ball!  Harley loves it and Brogan loves throwing it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0P5adqMwvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8dtp3QBx-NY/s1600-h/longdogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0P5adqMwvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8dtp3QBx-NY/s400/longdogging.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423452609317749490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-6436682183433890951?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6436682183433890951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6436682183433890951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6436682183433890951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6436682183433890951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-doggin-it.html' title='Long Doggin&apos; It'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0P5adqMwvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8dtp3QBx-NY/s72-c/longdogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-32935199486669842</id><published>2010-01-04T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:04:07.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 % Devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0LIKqTnsDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wySfsA7CZWI/s1600-h/100_percent_devotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0LIKqTnsDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wySfsA7CZWI/s400/100_percent_devotion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116986788327474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who LOVES Who MORE?  What a pair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-32935199486669842?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/32935199486669842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=32935199486669842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/32935199486669842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/32935199486669842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-devotion.html' title='100 % Devotion'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/S0LIKqTnsDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wySfsA7CZWI/s72-c/100_percent_devotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-2568614633976244392</id><published>2010-01-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:34:19.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation time fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids are having a blast getting to know Harley our new puppy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sz-6j39KjSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GFHMQFfkbgE/s1600-h/harley_kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sz-6j39KjSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GFHMQFfkbgE/s400/harley_kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422257601856048418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been busy doing mountains of laundry and cleaning house - picking up anything the puppy could possibly find fun to play with that isn't his.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm making bean soup w/the leftover Ham from Christmas (we froze the bone and meat for soup).  I'll bake some potatoes and make cornbread for a nice homey meal.  Reminds me of my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has had a happy and safe New Year celebration.  I was the only one that made it to midnight and that's only because I was playing games online!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Audrey and I are getting ready to go back to school/work on Jan 4th.  Vacation is over till next time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-2568614633976244392?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2568614633976244392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=2568614633976244392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2568614633976244392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2568614633976244392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2010/01/vacation-time-fun.html' title='Vacation time fun'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sz-6j39KjSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GFHMQFfkbgE/s72-c/harley_kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4729605969779273311</id><published>2009-12-27T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:44:52.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest family member</title><content type='html'>We've been waiting and finally we have been lucky enough to adopt Harley, the American Bulldog. We took a ferry ride today - that was the big fun thing of the day as far as my daughter knew. When she found out that Harley was going to be ours forever and ever she just couldn't stop talking about how much she loves him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also a cute comment about the Dog Cloud in the car! A window open seemed to help! What a good boy, we are so happy. We took him to Pet-Co when we got into Redmond and got a new collar and some toys. Plus more dog food. His introduction to Brittney (our cattle dog) went better than we'd hoped! She ran all over and played with him so much that she's feeling her age tonight. She likes him, and Harley really likes her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SzgNHDuEOKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/L163w9ZkazY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SzgNHDuEOKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/L163w9ZkazY/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420096566449158306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SzgNGmM3orI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lE7DyfbLZAw/s1600-h/002.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SzgNGmM3orI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lE7DyfbLZAw/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420096558525293234" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36520613-4729605969779273311?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4729605969779273311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4729605969779273311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4729605969779273311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4729605969779273311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-newest-family-member.html' title='Our newest family member'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SzgNHDuEOKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/L163w9ZkazY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8630499309445029583</id><published>2009-12-23T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:47:40.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bears repeating - My song for Dusty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's true...I was (Eva edit: meant to love you) made for you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But baby &lt;b&gt;I broke them all for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah you do and I was (Eva edit: meant to love you) made for you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is hiding the words that don't come out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they don't know what I've been through like you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was (Eva edit: meant for you) made for you...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, it's true... I was (Eva edit: meant to love you) made for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took my mom 4 marriages to get it right - and Dusty is my 4th husband.  I sure didn't want to be like my mom, but I did find the right man.  I love him so much and he is a man.  The ladies will know what that means.  Dusty is precious and gentle, loving and wonderful - he's a grown up and he is a man I can count on.  He's my best friend.  I can make a mistake and my best friend won't beat me down.  We figure stuff out together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandi Carlile really belts this out with heart... I love her; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EgHF_SnsLQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EgHF_SnsLQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandi Carlile, The Story.  My song to/for/with Dusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8630499309445029583?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8630499309445029583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8630499309445029583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8630499309445029583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8630499309445029583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/12/bears-repeating-my-song-for-dusty.html' title='Bears repeating - My song for Dusty'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-3784554775926671172</id><published>2009-12-11T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:14:57.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Clean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brogan had a bath.  He loves his baths.  He splashes and plays with the toys.  Then I use baby oil while he is still in the tub to soften him up and he smells so wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SyL8AgR-L7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6-d2fODKBxg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SyL8AgR-L7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6-d2fODKBxg/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414166787648270258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naked boy - I'm just waiting for the moment he escapes from me and runs down the hallway laughing and naked.  Coming soon!  Maybe even on video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-3784554775926671172?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3784554775926671172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=3784554775926671172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3784554775926671172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3784554775926671172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-clean.html' title='All Clean!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SyL8AgR-L7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6-d2fODKBxg/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1631331062326845165</id><published>2009-12-11T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:47:14.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More cool JavaScript accomplilshments this week</title><content type='html'>I know it's not so interesting for my family that reads my blog, but it sure is cool to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a wish for a long time now - to be able to trigger a function from within a popup window function (that is quite complicated itself).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried running one function after another from the main form, but that doesn't work because it doesn't let the first one finish before it fires off the second one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to make it a common script library, you have to be able to pass in a variable as the function name.  What if it's a function with arguments?  Then you need to pass in the arguments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is what I came up with and I am very please that it works.  Here is the gist that will give you the syntax:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//set up the variables ... onClick event:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;runFunction = "manyNames";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;runFNArgs = "1";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ThisisMyfunction( runFunction, runFNArgs);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; //run an add on function passed by a variable not a string&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; if (runFunction != null &amp;amp;&amp;amp; runFunction != "" &amp;amp;&amp;amp;  (runFNArgs == null || runFNArgs == "")) {&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;window.opener[runFunction ]();&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;} else { &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; if (runFunction != null &amp;amp;&amp;amp; runFunction != "" &amp;amp;&amp;amp; runFNArgs != null &amp;amp;&amp;amp; runFNArgs != ""){&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;window.opener[runFunction ](runFNArgs);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; } &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; self.close();&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I did it and I am quite proud.  The real secret is in the square brackets [].&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/36520613-1631331062326845165?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1631331062326845165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1631331062326845165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1631331062326845165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1631331062326845165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-cool-javascript-accomplilshments.html' title='More cool JavaScript accomplilshments this week'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7150343921054194188</id><published>2009-12-04T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:16:37.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a relief today!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday - what a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a special maintenance  feature for a web application at work.  I have an entry form and a display  form.  The user enters an order for copies of a document with paper style,  color, covers and what not.  The people receiving the order view it with the  display form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all of the "select" type fields were translating fine  using selectedIndex.text, but NOT the checkbox fields.  Seems I couldn't get the  text out of those no matter what I did.  I didn't want the value - that's only  used to add up the order estimates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured it out this morning  - and wanted to whoop and holler!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for any techies out there - and poor non-techies can try to muddle thru, here is a code fragment that gets the basic concept across:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;docfinishingField = "finishing_" + (f-1);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;docStorefinishing= "doc" + f + "_finishing";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;//save values for display form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ftype = document.getElementById(docfinishingField).type;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if (ftype=="checkbox"){&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     for (var c = 0; c &lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if(document.forms[0][docfinishingField][c].checked){&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     //&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alert("test nodeValue:  " + document.forms[0][docfinishingField][c].nextSibling.nodeValue);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;frm[docStorefinishing].value = frm[docStorefinishing].value + document.forms[0][docfinishingField][c].nextSibling.nodeValue + ",";&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;      }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy to have THAT figured out.  Then someone on my team overheard me discussing the solution and wanted the code too as they had been having the same trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - whoopie!!!  It was a pretty good day, but I am so thankful for the weekend!&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/36520613-7150343921054194188?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7150343921054194188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7150343921054194188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7150343921054194188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7150343921054194188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-relief-today.html' title='What a relief today!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-749184071939141372</id><published>2009-12-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:33:10.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine and more Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a lovely Thanksgiving weekend we had. I give thanks for having such a beautiful family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey was worried Thursday and Friday and Saturday --- will we ever have our Thanksgiving dinner? She loves the tradition of waiting for everyone to sit at the table and tell all what we are most thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SxYWsct7oEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/22hzwyaIR-o/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SxYWsct7oEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/22hzwyaIR-o/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410536955211128898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SxYWr_p9eYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/eKGoRGUEKvo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SxYWr_p9eYI/AAAAAAAAAVI/eKGoRGUEKvo/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410536947409844610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we didn't do Thanksgiving on Thursday.  Dusty and I carried out the broken Range and carried in the new Range on Thursday.  By the time we got done cleaning and changing out the plug, we were very tired.  My sister Fawn called around 11 and we chatted a while in the rain - my stupid cell phone doesn't get good reception in the house... geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: We all went to whole foods and bought our Thanksgiving dinner at a discount.  That was cool with me.  My first time at that store - and we cruised aisle by aisle until I saw the beautiful vegetables!  Wow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - hey we finally started cooking on Saturday.  Dusty made a lovely crown roast of lamb.  I was so excited about having leftovers that I wanted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tzatziki sauce - if you have never had it I Feel  for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not to be defeated - Dusty made it a mile up the road on Sunday.  He nursed Pearl home and cleaned connections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, worried about vacuum hoses and checked my girl out.  Nothing that daddy did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seemed to make a difference though - except for the fact that I really wanted tzatziki sauce!  Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Greek cuisine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like the world to know that not only did Dusty go to the store and back in my ailing vehicle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he made a very luxurious dinner that night - homemade tzatziki sauce - with lamb, pita and salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NEVER have I enjoyed my life so much.  Dusty thinks it and I say it... I think it and Dusty says it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we are of the same mind, same loving cloth.  I am blessed to have married my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/36520613-749184071939141372?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/749184071939141372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=749184071939141372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/749184071939141372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/749184071939141372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/12/routine-and-more-routine.html' title='Routine and more Routine'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SxYWsct7oEI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/22hzwyaIR-o/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7108435170379882191</id><published>2009-11-25T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:36:43.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey as a big sister</title><content type='html'>I want all the world to know that Audrey is a wonderful big sister.  I also think they should know what an ordeal bringing her brother home was.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey's first introduction to her new brother was scary.  Dusty and I tried to prepare her and she was ready.  We told her that her little brother was born a little early and he had wires and tubes measuring and feeding him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This WONDERFUL girl (my Audrey) learned the ropes very quickly.  She was such a darling that when she saw new parents come in to the NICU, she took it upon herself to put them at ease by telling them what every wire and tube was for.   We really didn't want her to do that, but she felt it her new job to help parents just like she was helped to understand that her brother would be ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as Brogan has grown older, and stronger and it's 18 months later... Brogan may fall, Audrey might be playing with him at the time (12-18 months).  Brogan might get hurt and cry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardest thing for us as parents is to hear our baby cry.  But then to hear Audrey cry.  She may have had nothing to do with Brogan getting upset (dirty diaper?), but she sure takes it seriously.  I feel so bad for her because she saw her little brother clinging to life, wires taped to his body and tubes in his body that she still fears for him these days when he cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for all of us Brogan is a tough guy.  But if he does happen to cry you can count on his sister crying alongside of him because she is so worried about him.  She cares for and loves her little brother.  There is no better gift to a parent... and I now know there is no better gift to a big sister than having a new wonderful being in your family to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Audrey for her wonderful caring spirit.  She is exceptional in her love of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7108435170379882191?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7108435170379882191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7108435170379882191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7108435170379882191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7108435170379882191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/audrey-as-big-sister.html' title='Audrey as a big sister'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-2097915187384698126</id><published>2009-11-10T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:28:44.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with an ADHD Child... more...</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows Audrey understands how bright and intelligent and very articulate she is.  She is wonderful and I've always been very proud of my girl.  My co-workers are always very impressed when they meet her or get a chance to see her once again for a visit in the office.  Audrey is very bright and very articulate in her speech which is quite an accomplishment for one so young.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an appointment with her doctor on Monday re: ADHD.  I swear she decided to be the worst kid she could be that day.  She was overexcited, hyped up out of control - you name it.  I couldn't believe it.  She's usually able to straighten up after some reminders when we are out in public.  I know daddy packed apples for her snack, so I wasn't ready to blame it on sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if she was being super ADHD on purpose?  I felt that she was.  I know her better than that, she doesn't seem that deviant, and she did do a word find with me, but she was just so wacky.  What do you do.  So the doctor finally came in after 30 minutes of us waiting and we discussed side effects, the fact that there was no change in behavior and we will need to double her dose from 5mg to 10mg.  Still a small dose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping that in the next 2 weeks we see some improvement.  Audrey is bright, sunny, lovely, smart, caring and so wonderful.  I don't know what else to say.  I'm at my wits end with her ADHD, since she is failing in her schoolwork and in remedial reading all because she can't focus her talents.  Her parents are working with her as much as possible to get through to her and explain the mysteries of math and reading.  She is good at math, so I think it must make more sense to her than some of her other subjects.&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/36520613-2097915187384698126?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2097915187384698126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=2097915187384698126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2097915187384698126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2097915187384698126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-with-adhd-child-more.html' title='Living with an ADHD Child... more...'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1067748428522558725</id><published>2009-11-10T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:19:33.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Mom, you're home! Weaning, ugh!</title><content type='html'>For months and months and months, the greeting I receive from my boy goes like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Mom, you're home - where's the boob!  No cuddle or hug or anything else.  Just a fussy boy wrestling his way sideways and pulling at my shirt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I try not to let it hurt my feelings - or my self esteem.  Am I just a cow for this boy, geez!  Makes a mom feel extra tired after putting in a full day at work too and a little down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already weaned him off of nursing at night, in the middle of the night all night.  He doesn't nurse in the morning either, because I am getting ready for work.  Usually in the mornings I make sure to spend a little extra time with diaper changing, getting him dressed and maybe a book if Brogan is in the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since Brogan has &lt;b&gt;teeth &lt;/b&gt;now, lately he's really been hurting me when he nurses.  I'm feeling so done with this and then I can't take his fussing, so end up giving in nightly while trying to get him to go to sleep.  Grin and Bear it eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed Dusty my injuries, and my husband, reading my mind last night, brought me a sippy cup with Milk in it when Brogan started his fit.  I told him, wow I was just thinking of trying that!  It worked too!  Brogan and I sat in the rocking chair, he had his sippy cup with milk, then I read him a book and he didn't fuss or crab at me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight - what a relief it was, to get this from my son:  Hi Mom, you're home!  Let's play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-1067748428522558725?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1067748428522558725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1067748428522558725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1067748428522558725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1067748428522558725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-mom-youre-home-weaning-ugh.html' title='Hi Mom, you&apos;re home! Weaning, ugh!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4188129049343354065</id><published>2009-11-03T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:51:47.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Dude</title><content type='html'>Here is Brogan - I am trying to get a picture of how cool he looks in his tennis shoes, jeans and sweatshirt!  So here are a few shots - and he is just the sweetest most gorgeous boy ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SvDwmsPgmqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eXKXxXzqRBE/s1600-h/001.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SvDwmsPgmqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eXKXxXzqRBE/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400080500719131298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brogan is taking more and more steps for walking.  This picture is awesome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SvDwmRJn3aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/eTfLgCfIr_Q/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SvDwmRJn3aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/eTfLgCfIr_Q/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400080493446684066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not so happy to show off his outfit, but what a darling face!  I can't help myself - I have to kiss his sweet soft cheeks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SvDwmMTbtJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vr6DaN0vlD4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SvDwmMTbtJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vr6DaN0vlD4/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400080492145652882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love my boy.&lt;/b&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/36520613-4188129049343354065?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4188129049343354065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4188129049343354065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4188129049343354065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4188129049343354065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/cool-dude.html' title='Cool Dude'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SvDwmsPgmqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/eXKXxXzqRBE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6116682313247659222</id><published>2009-11-01T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:10:47.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpse Bride Makeup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Audrey is so beautiful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4bFFjTIBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UynlMccapls/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4bFFjTIBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UynlMccapls/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399282777467330578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audrey after having her makeup done.  Good job Dusty!&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/36520613-6116682313247659222?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6116682313247659222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6116682313247659222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6116682313247659222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6116682313247659222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/corpse-bride-makeup.html' title='Corpse Bride Makeup'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4bFFjTIBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UynlMccapls/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4240896505054798761</id><published>2009-11-01T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:33:40.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chuck E Cheese Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15 kids and a great party at Chuck E Cheese - I highly recommend it if you want a stress free party.  Those folks have a good system.  The kids got to the table, then we set them loose to play the games.  They had their pizza and a fun show and everything went well.  It's a little expensive, but well worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4aNfPn1QI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kEU_D5qS5Nw/s400/016.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399281822291449090" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4aNir7YTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gGTpLTrwVf4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4aNir7YTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gGTpLTrwVf4/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399281823215477042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4aM6m6_aI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/kRPp3cZh4l8/s1600-h/chucke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4aM6m6_aI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/kRPp3cZh4l8/s400/chucke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399281812457061794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-4240896505054798761?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4240896505054798761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4240896505054798761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4240896505054798761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4240896505054798761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/chuck-e-cheese-birthday.html' title='A Chuck E Cheese Birthday'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Su4aNfPn1QI/AAAAAAAAAUY/kEU_D5qS5Nw/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7526294274858277493</id><published>2009-10-29T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:14:45.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brogan's first Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Business up front, party in the back!  Heck, I couldn't cut off his pretty baby curls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupSd_7FicI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G2khhDQIKnQ/s400/014.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398217778685905346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before his haircut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SusCrLbVmQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4S0iS-BO1I0/s400/brogan_audrey10032009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398411519158753538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7526294274858277493?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7526294274858277493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7526294274858277493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7526294274858277493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7526294274858277493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/brogans-first-haircut.html' title='Brogan&apos;s first Haircut!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupSd_7FicI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G2khhDQIKnQ/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8377681221760270073</id><published>2009-10-29T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:40:38.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Audrey enjoying her Hat and Gloves.  We went shopping - always a favorite for the girls!  Not so much for the boys!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupR5VCeViI/AAAAAAAAATs/I3QVjLmorjg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupR5VCeViI/AAAAAAAAATs/I3QVjLmorjg/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398217148698875426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8377681221760270073?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8377681221760270073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8377681221760270073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8377681221760270073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8377681221760270073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-style.html' title='Girl Style'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupR5VCeViI/AAAAAAAAATs/I3QVjLmorjg/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8220920132319994671</id><published>2009-10-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:12:40.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupRgs7f4tI/AAAAAAAAATk/s2MJBmtaTlw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupRgs7f4tI/AAAAAAAAATk/s2MJBmtaTlw/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398216725615338194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupRgB5GsBI/AAAAAAAAATc/4rcnC23jjVY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupRgB5GsBI/AAAAAAAAATc/4rcnC23jjVY/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398216714062573586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey as the Corpse Bride.  She is getting ready for her big birthday party at Chuck E Cheese this weekend by having a practice run at a friend's house!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8220920132319994671?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8220920132319994671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8220920132319994671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8220920132319994671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8220920132319994671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SupRgs7f4tI/AAAAAAAAATk/s2MJBmtaTlw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7390343190150980779</id><published>2009-10-19T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:21:00.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will he ever sleep through the night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brogan WAS sleeping through the night, I swear - a few months ago. He's 17 1/2 month's now and he hasn't slept through the night for at least 7 months!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he's not hungry. The past 7 month's he wakes up, I lay down and nurse him and after 2 minutes he is asleep again - for an hour. So night after night, every hour on the hour it seems, this kid wakes up and nurses for 2 minutes and goes back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this kid has teeth now! I'm tired. I want to sleep all night. I don't want teeth marks on my boobs anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the new approach - Brogan "wakes up"/stirs or sleep walks or thrashes or whatever it is that he does. I hold him in my arms and shush, rock, pat him back to sleep with no nursing. For a week we have done this. Guess what - after that first week, he is sleeping through the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0QWj8FqYI/AAAAAAAAATU/qdrI8V0g44g/s1600-h/009.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0QWj8FqYI/AAAAAAAAATU/qdrI8V0g44g/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394485908450158978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7390343190150980779?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7390343190150980779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7390343190150980779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7390343190150980779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7390343190150980779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-he-ever-sleep-through-night.html' title='Will he ever sleep through the night?'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0QWj8FqYI/AAAAAAAAATU/qdrI8V0g44g/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-3277188824441368224</id><published>2009-10-19T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:03:32.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Mini Avalanche?</title><content type='html'>"No..", Dusty says, "Corn dog Mayhem!".  Oh do I ever know what he's talking about.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a freezer full of kid food; Popsicles, Corn dogs, chicken nuggets and more, I can envision the freezer avalanche and everything sliding out all over the floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty and I just laugh.  Those are the consequences of having kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, the refrigerator is just as full - and there's hardly room for a coke or a beer.  Grownups are reduced to snacking on string cheese and drinking capri sun.  We love our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-3277188824441368224?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3277188824441368224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=3277188824441368224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3277188824441368224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3277188824441368224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/mighty-mini-avalanche.html' title='Mighty Mini Avalanche?'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7424627881936138107</id><published>2009-10-19T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:45:52.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Corey Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to a local pumpkin patch Saturday morning and had the pumpkin pancake breakfast, went on a hay ride and wandered through the corn maze. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then Audrey and Dusty took a wheelbarrow out to pick pumpkins while Brogan and I stayed under cover (it was raining a bit). Brogan is hard enough to hold onto and hold an umbrella at the same time! He was done being in his stroller.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday also happened to be a record breaking day for rain - but we were brave!  Interestingly it stopped raining hard when we got there and didn't start up again till after we left!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s where we went:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campkorey.org/FallFestival-Cornmaze.html"&gt;http://www.campkorey.org/FallFestival-Cornmaze.html&lt;/a&gt; it’s a cool place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0Hd3wvL8I/AAAAAAAAATE/2tq9bvboMiA/s400/003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394476138425692098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audrey carving her pumpkin!  Her first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0HeUL0auI/AAAAAAAAATM/mfeIOJBg-2c/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0HeUL0auI/AAAAAAAAATM/mfeIOJBg-2c/s1600-h/006.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0HeUL0auI/AAAAAAAAATM/mfeIOJBg-2c/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394476146055473890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the pumpkins together... Spooky!  Audrey's is the Kitty.&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/36520613-7424627881936138107?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7424627881936138107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7424627881936138107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7424627881936138107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7424627881936138107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/camp-corey-fall-festival.html' title='Camp Corey Fall Festival'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/St0Hd3wvL8I/AAAAAAAAATE/2tq9bvboMiA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5725604647999403979</id><published>2009-10-07T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:14:39.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trebuche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Commonly known as the Pumpkin Hurl! So much fun for a family and wow the weather couldn't be better either. Our little family really had a good time.  It was just amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Tre Barbaric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Ss2BcfDIE9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/cWsfqewlAPs/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Ss2BcfDIE9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/cWsfqewlAPs/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390106655403283410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Gourdinator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Ss2Bb9A_rGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oYEVbQV_hSo/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Ss2Bb9A_rGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oYEVbQV_hSo/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390106646267538530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great time for families.  There were food vendors so no one went hungry.  There were also wonderful displays of wool weaving and yarn spinning.  I think Audrey just liked seeing the dogs that accompanied the people - it was hard to keep her away from those dogs for sure.  She has a kind heart and animals can sense it - whether mommy approves or not.  Hmmm, it's tiresome.  I am trying to teach her good manners - every day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey is in the first grade and she is having a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese.  Her first offiical birthday party with invitations and classmates.  I'm excited too, and I just hope I have the energy to get through it!  Wow.&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/36520613-5725604647999403979?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5725604647999403979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5725604647999403979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5725604647999403979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5725604647999403979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/trebuche.html' title='Trebuche'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Ss2BcfDIE9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/cWsfqewlAPs/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5776858853013233777</id><published>2009-10-05T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:19:14.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What ya doin' Brogan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SsocarnuV_I/AAAAAAAAASs/f4RGaZUzlJI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389151148813735922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SsocarnuV_I/AAAAAAAAASs/f4RGaZUzlJI/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking at all my books mom! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-5776858853013233777?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5776858853013233777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5776858853013233777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5776858853013233777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5776858853013233777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-ya-doin-brogan.html' title='What ya doin&apos; Brogan?'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SsocarnuV_I/AAAAAAAAASs/f4RGaZUzlJI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4235062489069151549</id><published>2009-10-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:16:25.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard</title><content type='html'>Another one of my favorites from the '80s.  Hey everyone knows you can't buy happiness no matter what you do... can't take a taxi cab to timbuk 2.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry folks it's a full moon tonight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KooC6mZPF2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KooC6mZPF2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all... Eva&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/36520613-4235062489069151549?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4235062489069151549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4235062489069151549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4235062489069151549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4235062489069151549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-hard.html' title='Life is hard'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4472831810722209607</id><published>2009-10-03T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:35:54.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good 'ol 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&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/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTQ1NTUyNzM2NTAmcHQ9MTI1NDU1NTI3ODQzOSZwPTI3MDgxJmQ9dHVuZVdpZGdldCZnPTImbz*yYWFkMDg*ZGIyMzM*MjMzYjRjNDZiM2NjYzRmYWRmNCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/swf/19/tuneWidget.swf?twID=artist_322519&amp;amp;shuffle=&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;blogBuzz=" height="415" width="434"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./a4/19/322519/Artist/0/User/link"&gt;&lt;img alt="Timbuk3" border="0" height="19" src="http://cache.reverbnation.com/widgets/content/19/footer.png" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/trk/19/artist_322519//t.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-4472831810722209607?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4472831810722209607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4472831810722209607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4472831810722209607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4472831810722209607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-ol-80s.html' title='Good &apos;ol 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1021635841284854990</id><published>2009-10-02T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:49:35.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in India?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My dear friend Ritesh and his family (Sandhiya and Daksh) are on a plane to India as I write this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SsbA0BqjbFI/AAAAAAAAASk/yFcCX58s_UE/s1600-h/Daksh_9months_4+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SsbA0BqjbFI/AAAAAAAAASk/yFcCX58s_UE/s400/Daksh_9months_4+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388206004228025426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ritesh and Daksh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been trying to get Ritesh hired on at my company since about a month or two after I met him.  He's such a talented developer.  He also became one of my very closest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course Ritesh is a fellow biker, so we seem to have the same attitude/soul/belief/forgiveness... whatever you want to call it.  I sure do think the world of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So - I KNOW Ritesh loves halloween.  A few of us were outside (smoking) and teasing Ritesh a bit about Halloween in India.  One of his friends (Manish) said that he would be stoned in the street if he went trick or treating there (this is some kind of native saying ok?).  I said maybe the people would be very confused about a beggar man dressed in weird clothes going from house to house asking for candy.  Ritesh laughed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really been a hard road for me since I found out that my company wouldn't be keeping Ritesh on.  He is really awesome and we need more people like him.  The economy, the times - it all sucks and we are all happy to just have jobs at the moment, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss Ritesh, his beautiful wife and his son.  They are such good friends.  I hope to go visit India, and I know we will at least keep in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-1021635841284854990?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1021635841284854990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1021635841284854990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1021635841284854990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1021635841284854990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-in-india.html' title='Halloween in India?'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SsbA0BqjbFI/AAAAAAAAASk/yFcCX58s_UE/s72-c/Daksh_9months_4+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8941764965493807527</id><published>2009-09-14T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:25:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo trip!  Happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a great time on Saturday! We went to the zoo and our friends Ritesh, Sandhiya and their baby Daksh joined us. It was the nicest birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sq7ewOBf4DI/AAAAAAAAASc/cslvNTaQwSM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sq7ewOBf4DI/AAAAAAAAASc/cslvNTaQwSM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483524733788210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sq7evkVeQVI/AAAAAAAAASU/Y0zwlkfS1EE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sq7evkVeQVI/AAAAAAAAASU/Y0zwlkfS1EE/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483513543278930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sq7eu6vkkaI/AAAAAAAAASM/t3LMr-AFd0I/s1600-h/jaguar033.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sq7eu6vkkaI/AAAAAAAAASM/t3LMr-AFd0I/s400/jaguar033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381483502378455458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8941764965493807527?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8941764965493807527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8941764965493807527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8941764965493807527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8941764965493807527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo-trip-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Zoo trip!  Happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sq7ewOBf4DI/AAAAAAAAASc/cslvNTaQwSM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1010179140456887850</id><published>2009-09-10T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:20:19.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome 1st Grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st Grade and Piano lessons here we are!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SqmyNKmmrOI/AAAAAAAAASE/XIq1y_JYo7Q/s1600-h/Audrey_Piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SqmyNKmmrOI/AAAAAAAAASE/XIq1y_JYo7Q/s400/Audrey_Piano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380027169125084386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First grade started last week.  Audrey's been doing well and having pretty good days.  The days are a lot longer than they were for her in Kindergarten, but she seems to be enjoying school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a piano, now that we have time to think, we'll be setting up lessons for Audrey!  I hope that after her 2nd counseling session with the pediatrician and help from some medication, she'll actually be able to focus on lessons.  ADHD is nothing to laugh about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People always remark about the terrible two's.  Audrey was just an awesome 2 year old.  When she turned 3, that's really when the terrible two's began and I think she's still there.  Kindergarten was hard.  When I talked to her first grade teacher about it, she told me that if Kindergarten was hard the 1st grade will be even tougher.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have more observations and rants about ADHD as time and her pediatrician continue on with their assessment.  I love my girl though.  She is bright, smart and funny.  She cares about people and shows a lot of compassion.  It would sure be nice not to repeat myself 20 (200) times in a row to be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-1010179140456887850?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1010179140456887850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1010179140456887850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1010179140456887850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1010179140456887850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesome-1st-grader.html' title='Awesome 1st Grader'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SqmyNKmmrOI/AAAAAAAAASE/XIq1y_JYo7Q/s72-c/Audrey_Piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5528202954005965680</id><published>2009-09-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:45:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cognitive deterioration associated with Down syndrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brogan is sweet and happy and showing a lot of promise for a baby that got some REAL bad news and has had a very tough time since birth.  I'm proud of our guy!  He is strong and he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; making milestones!  He charms his parents every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the down side of Down Syndrome.  What I was worrying about, I finally got more info about.  Well let's fight this too, but how oh how?  Guess when you put deterioration into your search query it makes a difference, hu.  Why can't they say this stuff up front instead of trying to placate the worried parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell you that your child will learn and will be able to do stuff like any other child, but may just be slower about it.  REALLY?  Did I buy into that?  Yes I did.  I think the hospital didn't want to break my heart more or take the fight/love out of me for this boy.  But I'm not a delicate flower and the facts are what I need.  They don't have time to get all the facts though so that is just what they tell mothers who have found out about their DS baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a fierce love for my son.  Doctors want you to have amniocentisis to be sure your child doesn't have defects.  Morally wrong, the doctors are giving women a choice to abort their baby based on test results.  I could never have aborted my son, I was too bonded to him at 12 weeks when they offer the tests, so I declined.  For me, it wouldn't have made any difference.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I've ever looked at Brogan with limited expectations.  His dad doesn't and his sister wouldn't dream of it.  He really is exceptional and surprises his doctors everytime they see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SqhbMYHb4nI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DGFZo7jNmLk/s400/lasagneNOW2009.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379650023084253810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gimme more Lasagne!!!! &lt;/b&gt; (please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't we have a little hope that our guy who is so bright and muscular and charming and sweet will be able to retain his brain function as he goes along in life?  It's my worry that he will lose the gifts that he has now.  I'm ready to intervene with nutrition.  I only hope that it is enough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.journals.elsevierhealth.com/periodicals/ymehy/article/PIIS0306987704004979/abstract"&gt;http://www.journals.elsevierhealth.com/periodicals/ymehy/article/PIIS0306987704004979/abstract&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SqkBJ0t8gYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uSiODHbA3Cw/s400/003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379832498152571266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check out those muscles!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still no ear infections.  Muscle tone of a little wrestler... this guy is strong.  He does have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physiologic_nystagmus"&gt;nystagmus &lt;/a&gt;and we are going to learn more about that.  I see it more when he is tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do swear by the &lt;a href="http://www.nutrivene.com/"&gt;targeted nutirional intervention program&lt;/a&gt; on this website though.  He's been doing so great, and we've had him on this since early infancy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the real message is - I KNOW what doctors are going to tell you.  I know you're going to be heartbroken and you are going to need to see your little baby as just fine.  I cried for what I thought my son was going to lose until I figured out that my son won't lose a thing because he has parents that will make sure he has the best.  This boy will be more special to us, and I am hoping that he never wants to move out.  Geez, how selfish is that mom?  Wanting to keep your babies forever with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever they tell you, just give your best to your baby - give him the best and then watch the doctors exclaim in amazement because your intervention has made a real difference.  Never give up on your child.  Don't let a worrisome thing like a diagnosis change your attitude or love as a parent.  I have so much love for our son, and I am very proud of him.  I do have a worried underlying sadness when I look at my bright, beautiful  sweet son and think of his brain deteriorating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm ready to fight against this worry. Let's go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrrr...   &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/36520613-5528202954005965680?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5528202954005965680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5528202954005965680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5528202954005965680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5528202954005965680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/09/cognitive-deterioration-associated-with.html' title='Cognitive deterioration associated with Down syndrome.'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SqhbMYHb4nI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DGFZo7jNmLk/s72-c/lasagneNOW2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7516617865467786433</id><published>2009-08-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:54:48.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've created a monster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Brogan enjoying his popscicle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SoDA3lX9hNI/AAAAAAAAARk/VmZkVPleF2s/s400/004.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502816983581906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Brogan after he realized Daddy is taking pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SoDA4JAZm2I/AAAAAAAAARs/QcS5n8r0Mkw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SoDA4JAZm2I/AAAAAAAAARs/QcS5n8r0Mkw/s1600-h/002.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SoDA4JAZm2I/AAAAAAAAARs/QcS5n8r0Mkw/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502826548435810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little camera ham already!  Oh wow, just like his sister.  Now we have two kids to try to sneak up on to get real shots of!  He's only 15 months' old, but he KNOWS he's getting his picture taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/36520613-7516617865467786433?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7516617865467786433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7516617865467786433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7516617865467786433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7516617865467786433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/weve-created-monster.html' title='We&apos;ve created a monster!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SoDA3lX9hNI/AAAAAAAAARk/VmZkVPleF2s/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1439569112898275781</id><published>2009-08-10T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:44:55.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brogan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Popsicle Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brogan was so MAD when he saw his sister eating a popsicle!  We gave him his own and here is the result!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e40326f8fe89dd58" 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://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De40326f8fe89dd58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D797D5EB3609CC2BB851D4707CD95C929966ADAFB.2D06D96C86CE43ECBA36A53A894E4A700EF116F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De40326f8fe89dd58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8U1pOqXb08jGtp4hxbeesEUPapQ&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://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De40326f8fe89dd58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D797D5EB3609CC2BB851D4707CD95C929966ADAFB.2D06D96C86CE43ECBA36A53A894E4A700EF116F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De40326f8fe89dd58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8U1pOqXb08jGtp4hxbeesEUPapQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Popscicle Pirate!&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/36520613-1439569112898275781?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e40326f8fe89dd58&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1439569112898275781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1439569112898275781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1439569112898275781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1439569112898275781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/popsicle-pirate.html' title='Popsicle Pirate'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5716657480100867487</id><published>2009-07-17T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:56:32.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, this is our son.  We "tease" him when he gets tired that he's got his bags packed (dark circles and tired eyes), oh but he is just so pretty here.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a lovely person, a sweet baby. Brogan is a very determined person.  He is also very sweet and loving and happy as a general rule.  Dusty and I are both so happy he was born to bless us.  Audrey is the super lucky one - the sun rises and sets for Brogan's sister.  He adores her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SmEcrcww7oI/AAAAAAAAARc/-gov85_0eyY/s400/brogan_closeup.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359596564328279682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7/17/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-5716657480100867487?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5716657480100867487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5716657480100867487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5716657480100867487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5716657480100867487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-beautiful.html' title='So Beautiful'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SmEcrcww7oI/AAAAAAAAARc/-gov85_0eyY/s72-c/brogan_closeup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8365475115880413287</id><published>2009-07-15T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:30:28.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Girl in the Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not only does Dusty take wonderful photographs, Audrey is exceptionally photogenic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been having some wonderful weather - 80's and 90's!  This summertime is shaping up very nicely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sl50IG3t30I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jg6dBw9b-30/s1600-h/pool_audrey01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sl50IG3t30I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jg6dBw9b-30/s400/pool_audrey01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358848289249550146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sl50HiYh6bI/AAAAAAAAARI/a5SRwfIVeiY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sl50HiYh6bI/AAAAAAAAARI/a5SRwfIVeiY/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358848279455066546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8365475115880413287?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8365475115880413287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8365475115880413287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8365475115880413287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8365475115880413287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-girl-in-pool.html' title='Pretty Girl in the Pool'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sl50IG3t30I/AAAAAAAAARQ/jg6dBw9b-30/s72-c/pool_audrey01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7166077900158850702</id><published>2009-06-30T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:15:10.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Meals, Cheeseburgers, Bananna Nut Cheerios!  Wow!</title><content type='html'>Our boy has suddenly become a bigger eater than before... if you can believe it! He was a big eater, now he is eating even more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty and I are on the lookout for more energy outputs (yes, yes he's been very energetic) and more growth! Wow!  He is so solid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SkqpvXU_c1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XSDPYqk3yYQ/s400/017.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353277738264261458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Brittney is "WAITING...", oh please drop something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SkqqP17zPzI/AAAAAAAAARA/inZH5KUKlkQ/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SkqqP17zPzI/AAAAAAAAARA/inZH5KUKlkQ/s1600-h/025.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SkqqP17zPzI/AAAAAAAAARA/inZH5KUKlkQ/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353278296235917106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, what's that?  Oh wow a huge piece of meat?  Our baby loves meat.  He's been a meat junkie since he started eating solid foods.  He actually hears the baby food jar go "pop", and gets very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7166077900158850702?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7166077900158850702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7166077900158850702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7166077900158850702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7166077900158850702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-meals-cheeseburgers-bananna-nut.html' title='Happy Meals, Cheeseburgers, Bananna Nut Cheerios!  Wow!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SkqpvXU_c1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XSDPYqk3yYQ/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-824094323486037768</id><published>2009-06-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:26:12.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduate!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sjr1NsfKmjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nqTjwIysB88/s1600-h/kindergartengraduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sjr1NsfKmjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nqTjwIysB88/s400/kindergartengraduate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348857123084868146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our girl has officially graduated from Kindergarten!  This sweet certificate came rolled up with a ribbon tied around it.  I'm putting this in Audrey's "baby" box!  She has a keepsake box I've been putting special items in since before she was born (ultrasound pictures, videos and more).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are so proud of Audrey!  Good job sweetie and we're going to go to Chuck E Cheese this weekend to celebrate her graduation and FATHER's DAY!  Lots of fun and games to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/36520613-824094323486037768?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/824094323486037768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=824094323486037768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/824094323486037768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/824094323486037768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/kindergarten-graduate.html' title='Kindergarten Graduate!!!!!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sjr1NsfKmjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nqTjwIysB88/s72-c/kindergartengraduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-489535088204491420</id><published>2009-06-03T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:09:08.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Asks Why</title><content type='html'>Wow... having a 6 1/2 year old is a challenge.  Actually since the day Audrey was born I have been in trouble.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey believes that she can question everything that mommy says.  I say the sky is blue, she will disagree.  Why oh why is that?  Is it a mother daughter dynamic thing?  I just know that I've always been wrong in her opinion.  I also know that she values me, trusts me and believes in me.  So why Audrey why do you have to argue with every thing mommy says?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's intelligent.  I love that.  I just told her tonight: (she's lost two teeth, and others are wiggling) honey you will lose your teeth in the order you grew them in.  I remember that you grew the right top tooth in before the left, so you will lose that one first.  Do you think SHE believed me?  Of course not.  She had to argue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The arguing is not limited to such that facts can prove.  They are about anything I say to that girl.  I told her it would be hot today so please wear short sleeves.  She is wearing a fuzzy sweater.  I begged her to at least wear layers in case she got hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my daughter, but I can't believe how she has to argue with everything I say.  I say it's black, she'll say it's white.  It seems as if she has a personal vendetta against me, but maybe it's just because she is my daughter and wants to establish herself as a powerful force.  Well - I just hope she learns from this powerful force - her mother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my mother was at a great loss when I finally decided to challenge her.  I had been kept down and felt so unsuperior.  So I should be so happy that I have given my daughter the feeling that she CAN make her opinons known.  That was one thing I was robbed of.  I was hoping so much to give Audrey the freedom to express herself, that now she is expressing herself into driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but I love her, she is strong and I am proud of her.  If only she would listen to me once in a while :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-489535088204491420?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/489535088204491420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=489535088204491420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/489535088204491420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/489535088204491420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-asks-why.html' title='Mommy Asks Why'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8665661657055276031</id><published>2009-06-01T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:29:54.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids having fun on Free Swingset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Cool Dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SiR_vSivQ3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ojnm4pfPBEQ/s400/brogansunglassescrop.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342535508376372082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Love - Sissy and Bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SiR_u3iWyrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IrZ7goEqkKU/s400/Audrey_BroganCoolSwinging.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342535501127010994" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SiSAXvzj21I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Bo-dUDe4xmg/s400/007.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342536203426323282" /&gt;Daddy's hard work pays off.  The kids love the swingset!  I love the swingset too!  Dusty created a nice swing that can hold 350 pounds max, so all us adults can get on there too!!!  Awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8665661657055276031?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8665661657055276031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8665661657055276031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8665661657055276031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8665661657055276031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/kids-having-fun-on-free-swingset.html' title='Kids having fun on Free Swingset'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SiR_vSivQ3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ojnm4pfPBEQ/s72-c/brogansunglassescrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5649669870028506407</id><published>2009-06-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:19:06.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Swingset!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what an awesome swingset - for free.  We'd been looking for one for the kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Dusty being the wonderful dad he is; planned about 3 hours to go dissasemble and dig up this free swingset (it had concrete).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh about 4 hours later I got a call from a number I didn't recognize, but I thought it could be Dusty just because... he had forgotten his cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling from a nice neighbor across the street, Dusty said he had the swingset loaded in the truck.  Due to the pouring down rain all day long though, the truck sunk and was stuck in the mud.  I was to pick Audrey up from the bus stop (40 minutes from now) and then please go pull the truck out of the mud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until that time, the vote was still out on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; my pretty Blazer with all the transmission issues.  I didn't know whether to love it or hate it yet.  But when I pulled up and hooked up to the truck and was able to pull it out of the gunk with ease, I think she finally redeemed herself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty was covered in mud, wet sore and cold.  I felt so bad for him - he is such a great dad and just works his butt of for this family!  It was so amazing that he loaded this swingset into the truck himself, I had to post a little of the ordeal and the photo of ol' Babe loaded down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SiR9EaI4TYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/068KCsmkWS4/s400/027.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342532572657765762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so proud of old babe (truck) for hauling this load home too!&lt;/span&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/36520613-5649669870028506407?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5649669870028506407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5649669870028506407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5649669870028506407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5649669870028506407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/06/free-swingset.html' title='Free Swingset!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SiR9EaI4TYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/068KCsmkWS4/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-2729815899526653143</id><published>2009-05-11T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:14:51.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Starry Night</title><content type='html'>Song of love and of heart:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don McClean.  My heart breaks.  I love these words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-2729815899526653143?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2729815899526653143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=2729815899526653143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2729815899526653143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/2729815899526653143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/starry-starry-night.html' title='Starry Starry Night'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4948651645522571673</id><published>2009-05-07T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:03:59.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Later Mater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brogan is ready to go cruising!  His balance is a little shakey, so we have to be ready to catch him, but he REALLY LOVES his new Mater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgOE5ita9sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hRUA3jnbrw8/s1600-h/mater_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgOE5ita9sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hRUA3jnbrw8/s400/mater_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333252507841525442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgOE5s55tRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/P9Kil2yEdXM/s1600-h/mater_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgOE5s55tRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/P9Kil2yEdXM/s400/mater_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333252510578226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-4948651645522571673?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4948651645522571673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4948651645522571673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4948651645522571673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4948651645522571673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/later-mater.html' title='Later Mater'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgOE5ita9sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hRUA3jnbrw8/s72-c/mater_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-821737511707966913</id><published>2009-05-06T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:42:11.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8BBG57I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yFx_BaRyQEo/s400/bday_party_fun.jpg'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brogan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJOiG3TWzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kokE-3yzPbs/s1600-h/bday_party_fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brogan's Birthday party with cake and fun!  Audrey and Dusty made the cake, Dusty decorated and cleaned off the kitchen table (of all Audrey's coloring stuff!), whew!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8XUdBDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ail9QlIKPVY/s400/brogan_whole_cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909508695753778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;The Cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8M4_naI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Dme42SEFI78/s400/brogan_eating_cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909505896226210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;And Brogan's piece of cake w/Spoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJOiG3TWzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kokE-3yzPbs/s400/bday_party_fun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332911256625175346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;Audrey and Brogan - the Party progresses... (aka Sugar high)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8nyBJsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8FJmUkSe1Ns/s400/cake_cleanup.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909513114724034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning up the Chocolate Cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8811TiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HS2HNxVwQg0/s1600-h/cake_crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8811TiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HS2HNxVwQg0/s400/cake_crash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332909518767869474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... and finally, crashing out from the chocolate cake!&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/36520613-821737511707966913?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/821737511707966913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=821737511707966913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/821737511707966913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/821737511707966913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-brogan.html' title='Happy Birthday Brogan!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJM8XUdBDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ail9QlIKPVY/s72-c/brogan_whole_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6789365417437386937</id><published>2009-05-06T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:27:43.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blazer is back and strong!</title><content type='html'>After much ado - finally the Blazer came home.  Seems like a combination of everything took it's toll on the poor transmission.  The computer was actually fried on one side, there was a crack somewhere in the housing, the pump and some valves needed replacing and a whole bunch of other stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to give credit to Mike's in Issaquah for standing by us and going above and beyond what his obligation was.  He told us he would fix it, and he did.  I would not hesitate to take another vehicle there or to recommend a friend there.  He was just so nice to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad to have the blazer home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-6789365417437386937?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6789365417437386937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6789365417437386937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6789365417437386937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6789365417437386937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blazer-is-back-and-strong.html' title='The Blazer is back and strong!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-2879489976443405658</id><published>2009-05-06T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:24:43.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJGBRr51BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9VLFsBloW5M/s1600-h/audrey_rollersun.jpg'/><title type='text'>Springtime Sunshine - finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brittney soaking up the sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJGBRr51BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9VLFsBloW5M/s1600-h/audrey_rollersun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJGBNZtIgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b3ZITNbabq0/s1600-h/Brittney_Sun_Spring09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJGBNZtIgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b3ZITNbabq0/s400/Brittney_Sun_Spring09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332901895351378434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some warm days.  It's been a pretty hard winter.  Since we moved up here from the Auburn area which doesn't really see a lot of snow to Duvall that seems to get every flurry that passes by, we've been asking ourselves if we've moved to Alaska!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a family of sunshine people.  We love the sun and it's warmth.  Even the dog is happy.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJGBRr51BI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9VLFsBloW5M/s400/audrey_rollersun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332901896501449746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-2879489976443405658?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SgJGBNZtIgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/b3ZITNbabq0/s72-c/Brittney_Sun_Spring09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5844519024894674146</id><published>2009-04-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:18:47.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no Blazer</title><content type='html'>So - the transmission shop (reputable shop too - our family has had 7 transmissions redone there!) - so this is what we've been through since we got stranded on the side of the road to Oregon:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transmission pump blew.  They replaced that and the fluid pressure was pretty high.  That would make the pump blow again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a check engine light - error code 43 which is the knock sensor.  Well after researching knock sensor issues - seems like that can retard the timing, make the whole engine sluggish and put extra pressure on the transmission.  We had that fixed.  It turned out to be a piggy tail thing off the back of the sensor that was broken, so that didn't cost too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took it back to the transmission shop after having that work done, because they wanted to see if that was the cause of the high pressure in the transmission.  Turns out that wasn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the Blazer back in on Tuesday, April 14th.  It was nice that Don was in Seattle because Dusty was able to call him up and ask for a ride back home.  I didn't have to interrupt my work at home day for this errand.  I am not being callous, I am being responsible.  It's hard for me to justify having a telecommute day when I'm not there to get any work done, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now it has been a week and a half or so... and still no rig.  Apparently, they think there may be a crack somewhere.  Mind you - we've been told we need a new computer, a new chip, a new valve in the trans and everything else in between.  So the shop is going to check for a crack on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday starts a busy week for us.  Brogan has follow up doctor appointments for his lungs, and then on Wednesday for his heart for a cardiogram and an ultrasound.  He was born with a hole in his heart, so we are very concerned and anxious to find out if it is closing itself up like they thought it would of if there is a problem.  He is a strong baby, but I worry when he gets super active.  I don't want anything to happen to my little love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm remaining optimistic - what else can I do?  All will be fine and work itself out and we will get our Blazer back, and our son will be fine.  Our daughter is feeling so much better too.  I am blessed with the gifts of love and family like I never had when I was a child growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-5844519024894674146?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5844519024894674146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5844519024894674146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5844519024894674146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5844519024894674146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-no-blazer.html' title='Still no Blazer'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-310411271246684412</id><published>2009-04-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:59:09.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no teeth and sick big sister</title><content type='html'>Brogan is a hearty eater!  He wishes he had teeth so he could eat some real steak.  We get him Earth's Best Organics and also Gerber meat.  He loves his meat.  He eats a good balance of fruits, veggies, entres and meats AND he eats well!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's such a strong baby, he will demand you give him your hands when he is on the floor - from his tummy he will grab your hands (with you grabbing his and keeping him secure), and he will walk himself up from a laying on his belly position to a full standing up position.  From there, the huge smile appears and he takes good steps, then wants to push back and forth with his arms and have loads of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was so cute:  He got ahold of one of his socks yesterday.  He draped and pulled his sock around his foot.  He KNOWS where his sock is supposed to be.  It was awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - SISSY is really sick.  It started Saturday night with a temperature.  Sunday was worse, and Monday was no better.  Her temp was up to 104 by Monday night.  Tuesday I took her to the doctor and with a urine sample, determined that Audrey has a bladder infection.  Her temperature was still on the rise - up to 105.7 this morning.  She had a dose of the perscribed medication Tues night, and Wed morning (this morning).  The doctor did tell us it would take about 24 hours for the medicine to start working.  We have been giving Audrey tylenol of course to keep the fever down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor girl.  Last night, Dusty asked her if she wanted to roast a marshmallow - she LOVES this.  Dusty had the barbeque going, and that's where they roast them - Audrey said no thanks, she just didn't want to get out of bed.  Dusty came out of her room saying "that girl is really sick".  Yes she is.  She didn't eat the ice cream I gave her for "dinner".  She didn't have more than 3 sips of the milkshake that came with her happy meal and she didn't eat any of that - Tuesday after the doctor's visit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've all been worried - Brogan has been extra grumpy - to show his worry about big sis.  He loves her so much, and is upset that she's home and not happy/playing with him.  Mommy and Daddy have some worry bothering them - and Brogan is an extra perceptive child.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things seem on the mend.  Now if I can only get my blazer back from the transmission shop!  Then we'd have at least more than one vehicle!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-310411271246684412?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/310411271246684412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=310411271246684412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/310411271246684412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/310411271246684412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-no-teeth-and-sick-big-sister.html' title='Still no teeth and sick big sister'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7150527969528414745</id><published>2009-04-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:35:05.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Trip That Wasn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Baby Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SdVjxnYhxnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6YitJFWdkCg/s1600-h/20090401_Brogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SdVjxnYhxnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6YitJFWdkCg/s400/20090401_Brogan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320268238844708466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Packing for our trip - two adults, one 6 year old and a baby.  Oh and a dog.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had 3 sets of pajamas, at least 3 changes of clothes (5 for the 6 year old and extras even for the baby), dog food enough for 4 days and tons of BABY FOOD... cereal, fruit, vegetables, dinners (like risotto with vegetables &amp;amp; cheese) AND meat.  Brogan is definitely a carnivore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diapers, can't forget the collapsible bowls for dog water &amp;amp; food, chips to snack on, a brownie, and of course Audrey's MP3 player, portable DVD player and the handheld Leapster II game system.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and - that's not even the half of it.  All boxed and bagged and packed in the Blazer, away we went Thursday morning on the road by 10 o'clock.  That's pretty good considering all of the beings we had to get ready for this adventure to Grandpa and Grandma's house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning journey went well.  Brogan slept (he had a full tummy from breakfast), Audrey watched a movie.  Dusty and I visited, and listened to music.  The Blazer has no radio, but at Audrey's request, we had brought along my iDog - and we had everyone's MP3 players - so I plugged in Dusty's and we got to listen to music.  NICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped just a bit past Toledo, WA for lunch.  Brittney had her potty break and water.  Brogan had a big lunch and a cookie.  Audrey ate almost all of her huge cheeseburger and we all got a chance to use the restroom and generally took our time.  Dusty went over and gassed up the Blazer, let Brittney out again for a potty break and then we all loaded up to continue on.  We were all quite happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, just as Dusty was getting up to speed, merging on the Freeway - NOTHING!  No GEARS.  No transmission!  He steered us over to the side of the freeway safely where he tested the other gears.  No reverse.  Nothing in 4x4 mode.  Just nothing.  The engine was still running, and we both thought this was a nice thing, a bright note.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two of us (parents) were ready for tears.  WHAT DO WE DO NOW?  I don't know.  "Call the insurance company?", I said.  I thought we had some kind of roadside assistance or towing on the policy for the Blazer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were both thinking, would a tow truck be able to take us all?  Is Dusty going to have to hitch hike home?  Will there be a seat for Audrey?  Will she have to get home somehow with Dusty?  What about the dog?  Then - what about our VISIT with grandpa and grandma?  They haven't seen Audrey in two years, and have never seen Brogan.  We were so disappointed and very very WORRIED for our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we found out that in the state of Washington, you CAN ride in your vehicle that is being towed as long as you have your seat belt on.  I wouldn't feel too comfy, but I did know that Brittney was safe and OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Dusty called the insurance company, he called his Step Dad to find out if he was in Oregon or Seattle (like, can you come get us?).  Interesting enough I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; Don's voice through the phone raise a few octaves; "I thought you just had that fixed!".  Yes, so did we dad.  I just understood everything you've said without having speakerphone on!  Wow.  UG.  Well he was down in Oregon, way way south so no help there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The insurance company - after fumbling around a bit and dropping the call during the transfer to the towing company -  did come through.  Only they would cover just hookup and towing to the nearest shop which was 22 miles away.  Oh and now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's &lt;/span&gt;a whole other bucket of worms - but at any rate, our warranty is only good at the shop it was fixed at in Issaquah.  Normally, our warranty would get us fixed in just about every state.  BUT - since the man that sold us the Blazer went and drove off with the Blazer using his extra set of keys, without paying Mike, and now Mike is trying to honor a warranty , but he never got paid the first time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put everyone's mind at ease - I just signed us up for Triple AAA.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 457 dollars and change got us to Issaquah.  I have to say the tow truck driver was a really wonderful guy.  There was also a "back seat", thank goodness so we could all sit in the cab.  Brittney was fine in the Blazer.  The driver had six grown daughters and some grandchildren and really was sweet with our kids.  He didn't use any foul language either.  He was just so nice.  So the ROADTRIP back was pleasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW do we get home then?  I called my wonderful friend from work - Ritesh.  He has often told me if I need help, please call him.  I felt bad taking him away from his family, but was so kind when he rescued us and got us all home (even the dog).  We were tired, and the kids were hungry and he was so kind to come get us and take us all home.  If he ever needs help with anything, we will certainly be there.  We've always been there.  He has a beautiful 5 month old son and is the happiest dad ever (next to Dusty that is).  So his boy Daksh has inherited a few toys from Brogan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the 457 dollars and change took our trip money away.  You know, we just don't have money laying around to waste so we will have to plan to make the trip again in a few months after saving up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to say that the transmission shop's owner was very sad for us.  When he found out the whole story - the whole family stranded, he was very apologetic and he fixed the transmission for parts and didn't charge labor.  I picked it up today and am very glad to have my baby home.  He said it is mechanically sound and will be fine now.  I hope so.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7150527969528414745?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7150527969528414745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7150527969528414745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7150527969528414745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7150527969528414745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-trip-that-wasnt.html' title='The Road Trip That Wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SdVjxnYhxnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6YitJFWdkCg/s72-c/20090401_Brogan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1657801118437410866</id><published>2009-03-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:27:13.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it 5 o'clock YET?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's got to be 5 o'clock somewhere!  What a Doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Scg21jKnmhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HP-nl0RVcUk/s1600-h/yee_howdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Scg21jKnmhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HP-nl0RVcUk/s400/yee_howdy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316559653711616530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-1657801118437410866?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1657801118437410866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1657801118437410866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1657801118437410866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1657801118437410866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-5-oclock-yet.html' title='Is it 5 o&apos;clock YET?!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Scg21jKnmhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HP-nl0RVcUk/s72-c/yee_howdy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8938380810991552305</id><published>2009-03-23T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:24:42.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brogan and the Noodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brogan is going to get THAT noodle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Scg2HbnezaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0HMA8NWa8IQ/s1600-h/brogan_noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Scg2HbnezaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0HMA8NWa8IQ/s1600-h/brogan_noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Scg2HbnezaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0HMA8NWa8IQ/s400/brogan_noodle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316558861411208610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/36520613-8938380810991552305?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8938380810991552305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8938380810991552305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8938380810991552305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8938380810991552305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/brogan-and-noodle.html' title='Brogan and the Noodle'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Scg2HbnezaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0HMA8NWa8IQ/s72-c/brogan_noodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-353356907714356872</id><published>2009-03-16T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:57:29.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sb8VsVDKUgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Y97s6Fhiv-I/s1600-h/my_babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sb8VsVDKUgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Y97s6Fhiv-I/s400/my_babies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313989936629305858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet together... I am so proud of my babies.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey has been more interested in her baby brother as he becomes more interesting.  He moves, he looks and smiles and squeals in delight at the things she does.  Oh, this big sister has declared her love for her baby brother and no one in the world will be able to call him names, hurt his feelings or upset him in general without dealing with HIS BIG SISTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/36520613-353356907714356872?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/353356907714356872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=353356907714356872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/353356907714356872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/353356907714356872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-babies.html' title='My babies'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sb8VsVDKUgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Y97s6Fhiv-I/s72-c/my_babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1162880076561241656</id><published>2009-03-10T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:25:38.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something I think you'll really like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrambled Eggs!  Wow Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-23490f7083ce3768" 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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23490f7083ce3768%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D362BD60E0116A03832CD6359505F422C04ED1C77.512C929D149418E06AB3DD738C19DE573A851915%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23490f7083ce3768%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLRz9gnL_LOKPhICz6Bn_hE0da_c&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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23490f7083ce3768%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D362BD60E0116A03832CD6359505F422C04ED1C77.512C929D149418E06AB3DD738C19DE573A851915%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23490f7083ce3768%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLRz9gnL_LOKPhICz6Bn_hE0da_c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't that how it always goes.... after the initial shock though, he seemed to really like his scrambled eggs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SbcEwHOR53I/AAAAAAAAAOY/y522pkD9vBI/s400/005.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311719510125963122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-1162880076561241656?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=23490f7083ce3768&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1162880076561241656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1162880076561241656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1162880076561241656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1162880076561241656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-for-something-i-think-youll.html' title='And now for something I think you&apos;ll really like...'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SbcEwHOR53I/AAAAAAAAAOY/y522pkD9vBI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8462787837477789164</id><published>2009-03-10T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:02:14.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day for Audrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brittney and Audrey playing in the snow together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sbb_UHnPXKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XOIdEkxBxn8/s1600-h/britt_audrey030909.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sbb_UHnPXKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XOIdEkxBxn8/s400/britt_audrey030909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311713531636178082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After daddy ran over her snow dog with the Monster Blazer on accident, here is Audrey being bossy and saying "Can you make sure this doesn't fall off of here?".  She did remember her manners, but bossy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sbb-Xfx9-DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VU8oD73rKk4/s400/audrey_bossy030909.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311712490151606322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stinker Faye - bossy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sbb-Xbm0RMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/beCRGigKkFU/s400/audrey_brittball030909.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311712489031091394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking Brittney's ball away... AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sbb-X7jcGOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6IC3iKv-n2s/s400/audrey_britt030909.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311712497606858978" /&gt;What a stinker and what a sad dog.  Brittney's just waiting for that ball to drop!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8462787837477789164?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8462787837477789164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8462787837477789164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8462787837477789164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8462787837477789164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day-for-audrey.html' title='Snow Day for Audrey'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sbb_UHnPXKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XOIdEkxBxn8/s72-c/britt_audrey030909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7367325435645961023</id><published>2009-03-09T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:20:38.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dusty couldn't resist - he remembers driving his ol' Toyota up hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SbXAII9tntI/AAAAAAAAANw/8krpny-DvNw/s1600-h/blazer_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SbXAII9tntI/AAAAAAAAANw/8krpny-DvNw/s400/blazer_018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311362581631180498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking good here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SbXAH-G1p0I/AAAAAAAAANo/QtOBIe0m-F8/s1600-h/blazer_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SbXAH-G1p0I/AAAAAAAAANo/QtOBIe0m-F8/s400/blazer_015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311362578716665666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-7367325435645961023?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7367325435645961023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7367325435645961023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7367325435645961023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7367325435645961023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-snow-fun.html' title='More Snow fun!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SbXAII9tntI/AAAAAAAAANw/8krpny-DvNw/s72-c/blazer_018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5937228509544987175</id><published>2009-03-06T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:49:30.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Well he's playing... and he knows daddy will help him out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f4536c112574dfe" 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://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f4536c112574dfe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77D91BB26E5FBA0C41F7070DC6C796F63AF315EA.62DD9FB2044EB39EB8BE497573B23D8C946D593B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f4536c112574dfe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdT27-EqYzikJuTLTe1P7cTrww9o&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://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f4536c112574dfe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77D91BB26E5FBA0C41F7070DC6C796F63AF315EA.62DD9FB2044EB39EB8BE497573B23D8C946D593B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f4536c112574dfe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdT27-EqYzikJuTLTe1P7cTrww9o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was mad, then daddy did help him out!  I don't know if that made much of a difference, altho it did get Brogan closer to the balls that he wanted to grab hold of.  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-5937228509544987175?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2f4536c112574dfe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5937228509544987175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5937228509544987175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5937228509544987175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5937228509544987175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy-help.html' title='Daddy Help!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-1268156294039241513</id><published>2009-03-03T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:07:32.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Smile Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sa3-YbxAqzI/AAAAAAAAANI/c0SDU3p65A0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sa3-YbxAqzI/AAAAAAAAANI/c0SDU3p65A0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309179231463320370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Such a sweet heart! He loves mommy.&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/36520613-1268156294039241513?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1268156294039241513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=1268156294039241513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1268156294039241513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/1268156294039241513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-smile-baby.html' title='Great Smile Baby!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/Sa3-YbxAqzI/AAAAAAAAANI/c0SDU3p65A0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5578539281111294150</id><published>2009-03-02T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:27:59.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay a baby as long as you need to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've got a friend whose daughter had a baby a week before Brogan was born.  When I saw the beautiful pictures of her granddaughter, and the cute toothy smile and wow she was sitting up and wow standing (cruising) up... I was so surprised to find out my son is so far behind!  To us he is just a normal baby, doing baby stuff.  It's been 6 years since I had my last baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend's granddaughter has 6 teeth and my son has no teeth.  My son can't even sit by himself unassisted but he is very strong and is doing things his own way.  I'm so proud of his accomplishments and so proud of him every day!  He really cruises around and even though he isn't crawling, he devises a plan of "rollovers" to get to where he wants to go.  I think that shows great intelligence and forethought.  My son has Down syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my baby son and I think he is so beautiful and I am very proud of him for all that he does.  I feel very blessed to be graced with this extraordinary soul.  I do believe that Brogan was sent to me as a gift.  He is a special soul and mother earth or father, or some power knows that I will cherish this child no matter what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaypKBRg-VI/AAAAAAAAANA/uyNVcHWPQbM/s1600-h/brogan20090302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaypKBRg-VI/AAAAAAAAANA/uyNVcHWPQbM/s400/brogan20090302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308804050368657746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His sister grew up so fast and Brogan is taking his time.  He's my baby son, and maybe he is getting spoiled extra because he is our last baby - and his sister spoils him extra because he is her baby brother... and he is my son - my SUN, my love.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys are a little slower than girls I've read, but this boy - he is special and wonderful.  His family will adore him and help him - we will help him work hard; exercise and get those muscles moving!  Sissy and mommy made up a cute little baby exercise song too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has great facial muscles, heck look at the dimples when he smiles.  I worked for a week AFTER we finally got him home from the hostpital and the NICU to breast feed my baby.  This is great oral therapy.  It was hard, because he may have been drinking mommy milk - but idit didn't matter what nipple it was coming from at the time in the hospital.  We wanted him feeding well and at home.  I figured we could work on the rest, and we did.  Brogan likes his boob, and his milk and even now when he's eating 5 solid meals a day, he always wants to nurse when I come home... and always wants to nurse when it is bed time.  Come on moms just don't give up.  It may be hard, but try.  It is a special time when you can put the whole world on hold because you are feeding the baby.  It is a closeness you will never feel in your lifetime after this baby is weaned.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaypJ-qqvvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wZYNoF42tMA/s1600-h/prettyhair_mar0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaypJ-qqvvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wZYNoF42tMA/s400/prettyhair_mar0209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308804049668849394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK at his long pretty hair curling over his ears!  He loves his mom too.  &lt;br /&gt;I  Cherish my beautiful son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate Brogan is a baby and he will be a baby longer than other babies.  I've accepted that.  I think I am enjoying this lingering in babyhoodland for my own selfish reasons.  I am a working mom and missed out on so much of Audrey's babyhood and she just grew up so fast.  Brogan is just giving mommy a chance to enjoy every little thing that I missed, right?  OK I'm not delusional here, but I can put a positive spin on my son's developmental delay, can't I?  I just love Brogan and will forever and he has a great and loving family.  He is so sweet and wonderful, I wouldn't wish him to be any different than he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you son - your Mom.&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/36520613-5578539281111294150?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5578539281111294150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5578539281111294150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5578539281111294150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5578539281111294150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-baby-as-long-as-you-need-to.html' title='Stay a baby as long as you need to'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaypKBRg-VI/AAAAAAAAANA/uyNVcHWPQbM/s72-c/brogan20090302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-924340878327233377</id><published>2009-03-02T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:52:09.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Early Support - Helping Every Child Succeed - UK</title><content type='html'>A UK Site:  &lt;a href="http://www.earlysupport.org.uk/decMaterialsZone/modResourcesLibrary/HtmlRenderer/Dev%20journal%20Downs.html"&gt;http://www.earlysupport.org.uk/decMaterialsZone/modResourcesLibrary/HtmlRenderer/Dev%20journal%20Downs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the UK must be leading the way in Ds... or I'm sadly not finding the latest interesting info on the internet for Ds.  I did like their website very much and I've found some other UK sites with more caring information than could be found in the US.  Please see their Early Support News:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earlysupport.org.uk/decNewsZone/modResourcesLibrary/HtmlRenderer/News1.html"&gt;http://www.earlysupport.org.uk/decNewsZone/modResourcesLibrary/HtmlRenderer/News1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I downloaded the entire 11 step Journal, I'm excited about using this, I hope others will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-924340878327233377?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/924340878327233377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=924340878327233377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/924340878327233377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/924340878327233377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-support-helping-every-child.html' title='Early Support - Helping Every Child Succeed - UK'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-540747070138035554</id><published>2009-03-02T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:02:51.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Brittney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have this wonderful "mutt" reddish cattle dog type DOG that I swear will purposely come over and sit on you making sure to place her little doggie elbow right in the center of your bony unprotected foot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the same dog who will step lightly around the baby and not ever even bump into him or harm him in any way.  She is very cautious with her little friend.  Brogan loves Brittney and he smiles whenever she comes to lay down beside him.  She lets him touch her fur, play with her ears and grab her tail.  She kind of draws the line when he touches or grabs for her feet and will get up and walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband took this picture of a tired "played out baby" in his play area and his gentle guardian Brittney.  You can tell she's not sleeping, just sucking up some "baby love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SayAMmqnAgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2g-2t-kGpbk/s1600-h/sleeping_sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SayAMmqnAgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2g-2t-kGpbk/s400/sleeping_sweet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308759014789022210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-540747070138035554?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/540747070138035554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=540747070138035554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/540747070138035554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/540747070138035554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/gentle-brittney.html' title='Gentle Brittney'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SayAMmqnAgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2g-2t-kGpbk/s72-c/sleeping_sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8685613024621696256</id><published>2009-02-25T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:04:36.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from Our Kitchen Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From my kitchen window I see - a steep hill covered with brush staring back at me.  Every once in a while though, I get the pleasure of seeing these guys napping and eating on the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3DvBQUPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9r4m4lHUOjQ/s1600-h/kitchen_window4Feb2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3DvBQUPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9r4m4lHUOjQ/s400/kitchen_window4Feb2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306919379459395826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here you can see the "arm" of my kitchen faucet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3Db25cRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SKdI4UUit6I/s1600-h/kitchen_window3Feb2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3Db25cRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SKdI4UUit6I/s400/kitchen_window3Feb2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306919374315680018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of the babies taking a nap on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3DYx71oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UXo4Jn5cvC8/s1600-h/kitchen_window2Feb2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3DYx71oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UXo4Jn5cvC8/s400/kitchen_window2Feb2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306919373489559170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From my kitchen window you can see how close they come to the house.  It's a surprise some days to look out and see a deer grazing right next to the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3DHnOPvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/81SO8fVZtgs/s1600-h/kitchen_window1Feb2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SaX3DHnOPvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/81SO8fVZtgs/s400/kitchen_window1Feb2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306919368881225458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8685613024621696256?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8685613024621696256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8685613024621696256' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4643461547044673138</id><published>2009-02-18T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:27:23.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - a new rig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we thought we bought a Dodge Durango two weeks ago, until the bank decided not to approve of my loan.  What?!  I sent them all of the information they wanted - but the GAP insurance company would take 30 days to take care of the claim.  Even though they faxed the Dodge dealership the information they requested, even though.... blah blah - just didn't matter in the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought we were approved when we drove off the lot with the Durango.  Apparently I was mislead.  So, today I had to take it back to the dealer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'd been looking on Craig's list for a vehicle to buy when we found out about all of this.  Dusty got ahold of the person selling a Chevy 4x4 that I liked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Dusty last night to please get the deal done and get me into the rig today!  Otherwise, he'd be driving me to work early in the morning and then dropping Audrey off to school.  That's a whole lot of inconvenience for my kids and my husband.  More than I want to put them through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZzCnnU3fKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qHKc9gw-9ec/s400/eva_truck3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304328446962793634" /&gt;Dusty got the deal done today, and I have this beautiful monster truck to drive.  It goes right up our driveway with no problem!  I love it!  I think it's gorgeous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZzCm9bE9cI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xgaKZCedNu8/s1600-h/eva_truck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZzCm9bE9cI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xgaKZCedNu8/s400/eva_truck2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304328435714553282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZzCmSo2YYI/AAAAAAAAALw/yKV0LMqkHH0/s1600-h/eva_truck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZzCmSo2YYI/AAAAAAAAALw/yKV0LMqkHH0/s400/eva_truck1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304328424229593474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-4643461547044673138?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4643461547044673138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4643461547044673138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4643461547044673138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4643461547044673138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-new-rig.html' title='Finally - a new rig'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZzCnnU3fKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qHKc9gw-9ec/s72-c/eva_truck3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-3735119163909925576</id><published>2009-02-17T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:09:24.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye old friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roscoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZruZVicZPI/AAAAAAAAALo/eUsqpg1iE1c/s1600-h/010_sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZruZVicZPI/AAAAAAAAALo/eUsqpg1iE1c/s400/010_sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303813630227932402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lost Roscoe this last weekend to intestinal cancer.  He was a great dog, and the family loved him and all of his quirks.  Audrey is sure that his soul is sitting on her shoulder.   The vet was very gentle with him and he passed quietly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye Roscoe, I will miss your wheezing at night, I'll miss your excited "talk" and your hard head when I stepped over you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-3735119163909925576?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3735119163909925576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=3735119163909925576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3735119163909925576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3735119163909925576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-old-friend.html' title='Goodbye old friend'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SZruZVicZPI/AAAAAAAAALo/eUsqpg1iE1c/s72-c/010_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-7620074926972510913</id><published>2009-02-05T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:12:52.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always and Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was probably 14 years old the first time I heard this song.  It was probably at the skating rink.  I thought to myself if I could find a person to sing this to with all of my heart I would be happy forever.  It's taken me forever, but I've finally found that one person - Dusty.  Now, because of Dusty and my children, I can sing it to my heart's content, and no one boos.  I'm not the best vocalist, but my husband and my children do love it when I sing to them.  I love this song.  I have loved this song since I heard it the very first time so long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my most favorite and the best loved songs in the world, this is the Original and the ONLY version worth hearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePZzoUcOnXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePZzoUcOnXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Johnnie Wilder, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (Johnnie James Wilder Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/July_3" title="July 3" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1949" title="1949" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1949&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_13" title="May 13" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006" title="2006" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnnie_Wilder,_Jr.#cite_note-0" title="" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, was the co-founder and lead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer" title="Singer" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;vocalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, of the international &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhythm_and_blues" title="Rhythm and blues" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;R&amp;amp;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Funk" title="Funk" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;funk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; group, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heatwave_(band)" title="Heatwave (band)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Heatwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Heatwave wasa a  popular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Band_(music)" title="Band (music)" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; during the late 1970s, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chart-topper" title="Chart-topper" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; such as "Boogie Nights", "Always and Forever" and "The Groove Line" on which Wilder sang co-lead vocals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; white-space: normal; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In February 1979, a van struck Wilder's car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paralysis" title="Paralysis" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;paralyzing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; him from the neck down and hospitalizing him for a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;During the 1980s and 1990s, Wilder went on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sound_recording_and_reproduction" title="Sound recording and reproduction" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Album" title="Album" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; with the group and later began a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gospel" title="Gospel" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; career, singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_cappella" title="A cappella" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a cappella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; on albums &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My Goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One More Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He died in his sleep on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_13" title="May 13" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006" title="2006" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; at his home in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clayton,_Ohio" title="Clayton, Ohio" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Clayton, Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, a suburb of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dayton" title="Dayton" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dayton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; at the age of 56. The cause of his death is unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/36520613-7620074926972510913?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7620074926972510913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=7620074926972510913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7620074926972510913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/7620074926972510913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-and-forever.html' title='Always and Forever'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6604793033371930389</id><published>2009-02-05T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:47:41.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and Ever Amen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXknEIT3paI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WqhbARQrYNo/s400/chevy_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294305788854511010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I was terrified as I made the decision to head more to the center of the road instead of the right side where there was an extreme drop off down into Cherry Valley and no guard rail.  I thought I may be able to right myself again and slowly make my way to work.  I saw that I wasn't going to get out of this.  So I put my foot on the brake, braced my other foot and gripped the steering wheel.  Then I said "Oh, Dusty this isn't going to be good".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I slammed into the hill on the left side of the road immediately after that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXk1mOlrIhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZB4nSMmrObg/s400/chevy_site2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294321767818142226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The ride wasn't over YET as the car rolled over onto it's top and spun around.  After I hit the embankment and the car started to roll over, I don't know what I thought - my survival instincts must have kicked in.   When everything stopped moving I found myself hanging upside down with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; holding me in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXknD-V601I/AAAAAAAAAKY/k2wJOnRkHjk/s1600-h/chevy_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXknD-V601I/AAAAAAAAAKY/k2wJOnRkHjk/s400/chevy_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294305786178753362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Frantically I tried to figure out which side of my body the seat belt latch was.  I was upside down and couldn't find anything.  When I found the seat belt latch, I braced myself with my hand on the roof and my knees under the steering wheel to keep from falling on my head.  I released the seat belt and still bumped my head, but not too bad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Next thing to do was to get out of the car.  I couldn't believe it, but the car was still running!  I turned the key off, but couldn't figure out why the keys wouldn't come out of the ignition so I left them there.  I got to the door and tried to open it.  It wouldn't open.  I looked to the back of the car and then a flash of memory helped me understand that the doors were still locked.  The car was still in gear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I had pounded on the glass when I saw 2 men standing outside of the car, kind of watching and wondering what they should do.  I mouthed, "I can't get out", but before they moved an inch I unlocked the door and was so relieved when it opened freeing me from the trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXknDlIfKJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2SfH-jukUMs/s1600-h/chevy_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXknDlIfKJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2SfH-jukUMs/s400/chevy_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294305779411527826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bystanders were stunned!  They didn't expect me to come crawling out of that wreck unscathed.  But sure enough, I was just shaken and not seriously injured.  I had some sore muscles the next day for sure.  I got out of the car and looked back inside of it very much wanting to find my purse only to remember that I'd left my cell phone at home that morning.  I did eventually find my purse - it was on the other side of the car looking like someone had picked it up and put it down in the road for me.  It had been open on the passenger seat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; it has tipped over everything always falls out of it.  This time though, everything was still tucked inside.  It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was not the end of the ordeal by any means.  Now the Fire truck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EM Ts&lt;/span&gt; and police needed to be called in.  A sweet bystander let me use his telephone to call my husband.  I told him "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; sweetheart, but I've been in an accident and the car rolled".  He was on his way with the kids.  I knew Audrey would freak out when she saw the car and she did.  I assured her when they got there that mommy was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  Mommy was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; she was strict and grouchy and bossy and then sorry and hugging her.  Audrey did feel much better after all of that because she could see that her mommy was indeed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXk1mDljk-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/lWRcXDoLnnA/s400/chevy_site3.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294321764864857058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The accident happened at about 8:10 in the morning, and we got all done and finally home by 10:30.  Let me tell you - accidents take a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the King County &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sheriff&lt;/span&gt; finally arrived he was very upset/excited.  He saw the kids in Dusty's car and thought they had been with me in the accident.  They weren't thank goodness!  When I let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sheriff&lt;/span&gt; know it was only me, he got very stern and told me he was going to give me a citation for driving too fast.  I had a confused quizzical look on my face, because I knew I hadn't been driving very fast at all!   It turned out that after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sheriff&lt;/span&gt; tried to move his car up the road and couldn't get any traction he decided not to give me a citation.  Oh thank heavens!  I heard the firemen and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Duvall&lt;/span&gt; police talking about the call they just made to the sanding trucks to get out to Cherry Valley road because of the ice danger.  People were very surprised - they didn't know who the "victim" was simply because I was standing there and looked as O.K. as any of the witnesses.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was cleared by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;EM Ts&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sheriff&lt;/span&gt; declared it a no-fault incident, and the tow truck arrived to clean up the mess.  I called my boss, and called my co-worker to get the news out that I wouldn't be coming to work that day.  Then I spend the rest of Monday and all of Tuesday hugging my kids and my husband and thanking my lucky stars to be walking around and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only hope we can get another car for me to drive to work.  Dusty is working on fixing his truck so I can use that until we find out what the insurance company says.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was back to work today, and when someone asked "How are you?", I said "I'm so happy to be here" and I meant it.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXk1lx1u_vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OfvEOgckfZw/s400/chevy_site1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294321760100876018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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/36520613-6860840062885407756?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6860840062885407756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6860840062885407756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6860840062885407756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6860840062885407756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/then-my-car-crash-miracle.html' title='Then MY car crash - a miracle'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SXknEIT3paI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WqhbARQrYNo/s72-c/chevy_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-3817277334795933058</id><published>2009-01-20T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:19:20.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey's Eye Exam</title><content type='html'>Saturday - after the ordeal of the tree hitting the truck (and knocking out power).  We did continue on with the plan of the day.  Get Audrey to the eye doctor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it turns out my beautiful daughter has the eyes of her father.  She'll be in glasses all her life with 20/50 in one eye and 20/80 in the other and astigmatisms for both.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at frames for her glasses was very exciting for Audrey and she loves the ones that she picked out.  She had her choice of any kind she wanted of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brought back memories for me... I saw the row called "Youth".  They were in the 10 dollar range.  Those were the frames you could pick out if welfare was buying your glasses.  Those were the frames that I had to choose from when I was a child.  I would just die if I had to do that to my daughter.  She is fortunate to be able to pick out the super cool Hanna Montana purple frames that make her look like a movie star!  I'm so happy that I can give her that - and even if I couldn't afford it, I would just make it happen.  I'm so sick that I would give it to her anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't subject her to the attitude that my parents had toward me.  Audrey is beautiful, she can have any glasses frames she wants to make her feel like a superstar.  I wouldn't want to destroy a beautiful girl's dreams by telling her she has to choose UGLY frames, and oh by the way - the super unpopular girl in school already is wearing those frames, so don't even try to fit in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my parents moved a lot of times.  After suffering welfare glasses and suffering with going to school and seeing the other girls with the same frames I vowed I would never let my child be so mortified, humiliated or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; as I was.  I guess I was too sensitive - but HEY - if you want to criticize me, walk a mile or two in my shoes OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds ungrateful to my parents and I must have been some vain shallow teenager (I was actually their slave, housekeeper and babysitter and a straight A student), but it hurt me a lot - I should be happy I even got glasses to begin with.  But as a girl there should be something that lets us be selfish about our looks.  As a parent, I know that I am trying to instill confidence for Audrey in how she looks - how she wants to wear her hair this way or that and how she wants to wear some weird clothing combination.  She is my darling and I won't hold her back by telling her she has to wear ugly glasses!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just refuse!  Wait till you see the pictures, she is so cute in her new glasses!!!  Come on - money is money and it spends on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ram en&lt;/span&gt; noodles just as well as it spends on something your daughter wants very much.  I can't deny my kids the GOOD stuff.  I'm seriously fucked up because of my childhood, but I really want my kids to have all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;normalcy's&lt;/span&gt;, to be spoiled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rotten&lt;/span&gt;, to not be held back by "my mom (dad) can't afford it, or won't let me because they can't afford it".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ACK&lt;/span&gt;, that is the worst thing for a Kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am shallow.  I got hurt, and don't want my kids to be hurt by monetary descrimination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My priorities are my kids' happiness and well being.  My kids always look their best and feel great when they go out.  This confidence builder has no price tag.  I only wish my step dad had the common sense to see that it didn't matter if we lived in a tent as long as our clothes were clean and our style was cool.  I could care less about how he felt about feeding us - because in all fairness, he didn't feed us, the state did.  I thought and still feel that he was a very selfish man.  That is a WHOLE big can of worms... that I may write about sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-3817277334795933058?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3817277334795933058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=3817277334795933058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3817277334795933058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3817277334795933058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/audreys-eye-exam.html' title='Audrey&apos;s Eye Exam'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8021535563155192293</id><published>2009-01-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:05:52.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The season of accidents</title><content type='html'>This has been a terrible last few days for us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Dusty was clearing trees from the property that were hanging low over the power lines.  He'd made great progress too.  Then as I was coming down with the kids in the car to help him out - he was working on a very dangerous tree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I had the words... "it's going to hit the power line" out of my mouth, there it went.  The tree hit the power line.  And where DID that white F-150 truck come from?  The tree landed on the truck's windsheild, jarring and startling the woman driving it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a foggy day, cold and still.  Dusty called 911, and aide cars, firetrucks and the sherrif all arrived.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all very scary - and I'm sure especially so for the woman in the truck.  We were so worried and scared.  She was checked out by the aide car and seems ok.  Thank goodness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For us - another financial obligation to be met.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8021535563155192293?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8021535563155192293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8021535563155192293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8021535563155192293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8021535563155192293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/season-of-accidents.html' title='The season of accidents'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6938349649308961912</id><published>2009-01-16T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:59:48.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brogan is so dear to my heart and so loved by us all that there really is no seeing him as having a disability.  I call him my joy boy and above all else I love my Joy Boy, just love him so much and wouldn't want him to be any other person than who he is.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how I would feel about having a child with Ds... but I would challenge anyone in this universe to tell me that he is not beautiful.  I love him, and I WOULD never wish him to be any different than who he is.  We really don't know what the future is for Brogan.  If being "normal" would inhibit his natural social abilities, then I need to say no thank you.  This community has wrapped him up in so much love and support that he doesn't ever need to live anywhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully Santa Claus was good to us this year.  We were skeptical and afraid, but that lovely Elf gave us a holiday to remember.  Mrs. Claus came to visit with us while we were at the Duvall Tru Valu store and had many kind words to say to and about both kids.  People love to talk with us about the kids.  It seems they are so charming - Audrey is something else!  Brogan is a charmer with his baby smiles.  I do feel blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-6938349649308961912?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6938349649308961912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6938349649308961912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6938349649308961912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6938349649308961912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/joy-boy.html' title='Joy Boy'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4399620380548018092</id><published>2009-01-14T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:56:44.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you hiding these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SW6QvN93pmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ra-XLut6ftk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SW6QvN93pmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ra-XLut6ftk/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325753084323426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brogan goes after his cookie with gusto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I was feeling like maybe I was rushing it a bit when I brought home the box of teething biscuits, but Brogan didn't think so!  I'm sure he thought I was holding out on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Since we've introduced "solid foods", he's lost interest in bottle feeding.  He only nurses at night now or before naps.  No more bottles mom - boob or food for this kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SW6RgYiz_yI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZQ6EzqktRIk/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291326597737217826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More please!&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/36520613-4399620380548018092?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4399620380548018092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4399620380548018092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4399620380548018092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4399620380548018092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-were-you-hiding-these.html' title='Where were you hiding these!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SW6QvN93pmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ra-XLut6ftk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6714749056311555307</id><published>2009-01-11T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:09:10.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambulances and Firetrucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting people out of Duvall to the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWpAhayZ7DI/AAAAAAAAAJo/znhr-d0M9k4/s1600-h/IMG_0824-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWpAhayZ7DI/AAAAAAAAAJo/znhr-d0M9k4/s400/IMG_0824-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290111655170665522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out why I saw so many ambulances and firetrucks on the &lt;a href="http://www.metrokc.gov/kcdot/mycommute/default.aspx?camid=2&amp;amp;region=2#maptop"&gt;Woodinville/Duvall&lt;/a&gt; road when it was closed due to the flooding:  They were meeting the boats that our fire department have for just such an event and taking people out of Duvall to the hospital.  &lt;a href="http://www.komonews.com/younews/37309319.html"&gt;Article at Komo News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Racing the Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWpDV16j3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8dKQSxmqEB8/s400/Woodinville+Duvall+Bridge+1230pm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to get into Duvall before they close the Woodinville/Duvall road&lt;/span&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/36520613-6714749056311555307?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6714749056311555307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6714749056311555307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6714749056311555307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6714749056311555307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambulances-and-firetrucks.html' title='Ambulances and Firetrucks'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWpAhayZ7DI/AAAAAAAAAJo/znhr-d0M9k4/s72-c/IMG_0824-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-5216012526110916386</id><published>2009-01-11T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:53:46.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duvall'/><title type='text'>The Road is Broken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flooding in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Duvall Jan 9, 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No way out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWo-6_AgHxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CSd8B-Jt3Bc/s1600-h/bridge_underwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWo-6_AgHxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CSd8B-Jt3Bc/s400/bridge_underwater.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290109895366942482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stranded Cows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWo-6hphzPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TVOLTvrjqyE/s1600-h/cos-island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWo-6hphzPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TVOLTvrjqyE/s400/cos-island.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290109887485955314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey was very worried about the road being broken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWo-6ZILH0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9zyAG3AUE2A/s1600-h/wood_duvallroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWo-6ZILH0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9zyAG3AUE2A/s400/wood_duvallroad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290109885198573378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duvall&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woodinville&lt;/span&gt; Road - after the water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recedes&lt;/span&gt;, we found this picture of the damage.  The road was closed for another 2 days while they fixed it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're hoping that Safeway has eggs, soda pop, water, coffee, bread, chips... food in general!  Dusty got the last two bags of Ruffles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-5216012526110916386?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5216012526110916386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=5216012526110916386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5216012526110916386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/5216012526110916386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-is-broken.html' title='The Road is Broken!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SWo-6_AgHxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CSd8B-Jt3Bc/s72-c/bridge_underwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-3013067487843430529</id><published>2008-12-22T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:17:43.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Doctor Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a day!  Duvall has at least 2 feet of snow on the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SVBgdxx4NfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Nz2p4O4r03M/s400/climber_snow.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282828427600606706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey's climbing toy - snow art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The plan was that Dusty would take Brogan to the doctor today and I would stay home, work and keep Audrey occupied.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all know about plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Everything started out ok – then I got a call from Dusty.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Bring a shovel”.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was at the bottom of the driveway, and wouldn’t make it out onto the road.&lt;span&gt;  Our driveway is a challenging .10 mile steep hill.  I ended up pushing him on the 3 wheeler up a bit of it on Sunday after he and Audrey came back from the grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;After puttinng the snow chains on our trailblazer, Dusty was frozen and wet.  We all got into the car, since we were there and frozen too, except for the baby who was hot and sweaty in the car!  Daddy - so worried about him had the heat on full blast.  Ok, so after I unzipped Brogan's jacket, and dried his hair, we all got in the car and went to town.  We got to Brogan's doctor appointment 40 minutes late, but not bad.  They still got us in ok.  While Dusty waited, Audrey and I walked 2 blocks to the QFC to get her something to eat.  She was "STARVING"!  She's also a mega drama queen.  We've decided that visits to Brogan's doctor should be accompanied by survival foods because no matter what it always seems to take 2 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brogan was just supposed to get his shots today, but his breathing still hadn't cleared up from the last time we took him to the doctor, so we made sure they checked him out for that.  A little sinus infection, plus his chest is tightening up (spasms) similar to asthma, so besides the inhaler we have been using more frequently this week, they prescribed a nebulizer and amoxicillian to kick this crud!  Thank goodness.  It's been a very fretful few weeks 'waiting' for him to get over it himself.  A very sleepless few weeks too.  I know doctors are very reluctant to prescribe antibiotics at the drop of a hat these days, but he really needed it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was very challenging, bad snow, crazy drivers, sick baby and a rambunctious 6 year old!  Dusty and I are just worn out, but thankful that we got through it together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SVBgkh6gTNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4eRQjExrkq0/s400/008.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282828543600905426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brittney the snow dog - 9 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A puppy again!&lt;/span&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/36520613-3013067487843430529?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3013067487843430529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=3013067487843430529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3013067487843430529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/3013067487843430529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-doctor-visit.html' title='Today&apos;s Doctor Visit'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SVBgdxx4NfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Nz2p4O4r03M/s72-c/climber_snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-6043504921093195988</id><published>2008-12-20T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:12:00.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SVjant1bktI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2mQuz_C0Hnc/s1600-h/tru_santa2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SVjant1bktI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2mQuz_C0Hnc/s400/tru_santa2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214538572731090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SU0K48-oZTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2p_WR0_st1E/s1600-h/011+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SU0K48-oZTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2p_WR0_st1E/s400/011+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281889911533233458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Santa visiting Duvall is a big deal – the guy taking the pictures was a volunteer from A-1 roofing, and Santa was awesome.  We think he’s the dad of the owner of the hardware store.  Then “Mrs. Claus” came and visited with Audrey and talked to Brogan too.  It’s really cool living in this little community!  The line was huge, I think everyone from Duvall was there.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-6043504921093195988?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6043504921093195988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=6043504921093195988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6043504921093195988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/6043504921093195988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-with-santa.html' title='Visit with Santa'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SVjant1bktI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2mQuz_C0Hnc/s72-c/tru_santa2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-4935398856983302003</id><published>2008-12-19T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:19:07.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvall gets 12 inches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SUzNII1PnEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zt8ubZJCOFE/s1600-h/Brogan_1stSnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SUzNII1PnEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zt8ubZJCOFE/s400/Brogan_1stSnow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281822002692201538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SUzNHwffn-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zk5-778NiQ0/s1600-h/Snow_fun31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SUzNHwffn-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zk5-778NiQ0/s400/Snow_fun31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281821996158525410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of snow here!  Accumulated totals are up to 12 inches!  I'm so lucky Dusty can drive in this stuff.  We've got a 2004 2 wheel drive Chevy Trailblazer and he makes us all feel so safe like riding in a jeep 'round here!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-4935398856983302003?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4935398856983302003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=4935398856983302003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4935398856983302003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/4935398856983302003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/duvall-got-12-inches.html' title='Duvall gets 12 inches'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SUzNII1PnEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zt8ubZJCOFE/s72-c/Brogan_1stSnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8720612973839328596</id><published>2008-12-08T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:38:52.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Breastfeeding Brogan</title><content type='html'>I've read a lot about how hard it is for a baby with Ds and low muscle tone to latch on and breast feed.  Brogan had a tough beginning being on oxygen, and having low Oxygen saturation levels when he fed.  His stamina just wasn't up to the whole feeding thing, plus he was just learning all of the breathing/swallowing coordination and I understand that that can be a lot for a newborn to learn in the first place!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurses ended up tube feeding him and we fought like crazy to get him through one full day of nipple feeding to get the tube taken out.  By nipple feeding, I mean - ANY kind of nipple.  I knew the sooner we got him feeding, the sooner he could come home and I'd work on breast feeding him later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got Brogan home, and I was reminded of the newborn days with my daughter, trying to get her started breastfeeding.  It was tough, but we were able to get the hang of it.  Brogan breast feeds quite well and has no trouble latching on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brogan is very lucky to have good muscle tone.  His pediatrician commented that his tone was a lot better than he expected.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I work, I pump and bring home milk for him and when I am home I breast feed.  Now he is eating solid foods (baby food) in addition to the breast milk and supplemental formula.  I feel like all we do is "stuff" the baby.  With his vitamins and all of his varied foods, he is doing very well for a 7 month old.  I'm proud of our boy!  I'm so thankful too.  I love my baby so much, I'd do anything for him.  He is so beautiful and so sweet.  I can't imagine life without him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/ST3KwNDF4QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JsHR-5QpWik/s400/009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277597267833250050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brogan a little mad, but doing the Army Crawl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brogan has been doing the "Army Crawl" for a month or so now.  He really gets around and now Brogan's just started bouncing up on his knees.  He'll be crawling very soon!  Look out!  He's on the move!&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/36520613-8720612973839328596?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8720612973839328596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8720612973839328596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8720612973839328596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8720612973839328596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/breastfeeding-brogan.html' title='Breastfeeding Brogan'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/ST3KwNDF4QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JsHR-5QpWik/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36520613.post-8490668325199981649</id><published>2008-12-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:37:21.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brogan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeding'/><title type='text'>Ewww Banannas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/STdAVMaihkI/AAAAAAAAAII/j9MBk-u4EQY/s1600-h/banannas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/STdAVMaihkI/AAAAAAAAAII/j9MBk-u4EQY/s400/banannas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275756221341795906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the heck was that Mom?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brogan loved Sweet Potatoes, and really eats his cereal well, but Bananas?!  That was the ewwwiest face I've ever seen, complete with shivers!  Dusty and I couldn't help but laugh like crazy, then we got him something else to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adventures in food are fun!  For both the parents and the baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36520613-8490668325199981649?l=evachaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8490668325199981649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36520613&amp;postID=8490668325199981649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8490668325199981649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36520613/posts/default/8490668325199981649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evachaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/ewww-banannas.html' title='Ewww Banannas!'/><author><name>Eva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04706533715781555768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/SS3eQ7qmglI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Yxuzuvvo-Q/S220/002sm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eOXPVAo9raA/STdAVMaihkI/AAAAAAAAAII/j9MBk-u4EQY/s72-c/banannas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
