<?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-523057472771904524</id><updated>2011-10-11T02:16:33.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Felman Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8260962477017175391</id><published>2011-03-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:25:47.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we had another fun trip to St. George. Grandma and Grandpa Felman came to watch Brennan play and we were so glad that they were there. The Mortensen's also came to watch a game in between all of their own games. We are so lucky to have such supportive friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktcEKDCM8G8/TauKsmu9qrI/AAAAAAAABHk/SBFc_jx-EDo/s1600/Bren%2Bst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596719460854377138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktcEKDCM8G8/TauKsmu9qrI/AAAAAAAABHk/SBFc_jx-EDo/s400/Bren%2Bst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brennan's team did well and Brennan did really good. We are always so proud of our cute kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOlLt9wFVFA/TauKsIGz7fI/AAAAAAAABHc/HBucQBJ-z-U/s1600/P1050643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596719452632903154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOlLt9wFVFA/TauKsIGz7fI/AAAAAAAABHc/HBucQBJ-z-U/s400/P1050643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596728262869886786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij5ztmWIwF4/TauSs8y_p0I/AAAAAAAABH0/vBjTPnKKLKg/s400/P1050647.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffJnRWO97hg/TauKr2a1kOI/AAAAAAAABHU/-lHBE3z7AiM/s1600/P1050642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596719447885058274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffJnRWO97hg/TauKr2a1kOI/AAAAAAAABHU/-lHBE3z7AiM/s400/P1050642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to Mesquite for games we lost them all to the sleepy bug! Look how cute they are when they are asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596719466142328450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyaBwXIDm4E/TauKs6btZoI/AAAAAAAABHs/mmMARJ5Zn_Q/s400/P1050677.JPG" /&gt;Just wanted to give a shout out to my fun friend Emily! She let us stay with her again and I am so glad that we did. I miss her and always look forward to great conversation, hours of laughter and adventure with her. Before we left we had some extra time so we went to some waterfalls with the Armstrongs. It was such a cold day but it was a fun hike and the kids had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-8260962477017175391?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8260962477017175391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8260962477017175391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8260962477017175391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8260962477017175391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-george-2011.html' title='St. George 2011'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktcEKDCM8G8/TauKsmu9qrI/AAAAAAAABHk/SBFc_jx-EDo/s72-c/Bren%2Bst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3541987430030068561</id><published>2011-01-10T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:29:31.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Night 2010</title><content type='html'>So we had a very successful Christmas Candy Night 2010!  We surely missed our dear Katie :(  Can't wait to have her back next year....Yay.  (Quick sidenote, I am missing the Spencer Park gang like crazy, is it May yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSvpFixBDKI/AAAAAAAABHA/ewGKVfIDl0g/s1600/P1050518_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560794446360022178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSvpFixBDKI/AAAAAAAABHA/ewGKVfIDl0g/s400/P1050518_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was nothing burnt, hardly anything ruined, I might just say that we are getting a little better at this.  My boys joined us for a while and they were so sad to have to go.  Too bad they don't have an apron.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSvpFFLQzfI/AAAAAAAABG4/sK6dTtBcNmY/s1600/P1050517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560794438417042930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSvpFFLQzfI/AAAAAAAABG4/sK6dTtBcNmY/s400/P1050517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryse kept us all on track.  We were even finished by 9:00!  What a fun night with some of my favorites girls.  I feel so lucky to have them as sisters and friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3541987430030068561?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3541987430030068561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3541987430030068561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3541987430030068561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3541987430030068561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/candy-night-2010.html' title='Candy Night 2010'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSvpFixBDKI/AAAAAAAABHA/ewGKVfIDl0g/s72-c/P1050518_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6633627091003178298</id><published>2011-01-06T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:00:48.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSaqHA9w9tI/AAAAAAAABGw/5ijF-qYg8tU/s1600/P1050546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559317827530323666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSaqHA9w9tI/AAAAAAAABGw/5ijF-qYg8tU/s400/P1050546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This kid is too much! He can be found quite frequently with some weird accessory on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the one accessory he is never without, a gun to 'shoot you up' or a shoelace to 'strap you up'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny story: One day we were waiting for Brennan to finish Baseball practice in the car. I was reading a magazine and on the back there was a perfume ad with some lady in a skimpy dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beck: "Mom, I like her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beck: "I wanna strap her up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might be worried that my 3 year old wants to strap up a hot chick!  His dad however is quite proud of his boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ties everything up with shoelaces. Eric came out of his closet the other day and one of his basketball shoes was missing a shoelace. The mystery has now been solved...... We always wonder where he finds all of the 'extra' shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew we even had these awesome glasses?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSan73rKS4I/AAAAAAAABGg/aoGvHO11y9s/s1600/P1050450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559315437034556290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSan73rKS4I/AAAAAAAABGg/aoGvHO11y9s/s400/P1050450.JPG" /&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/523057472771904524-6633627091003178298?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6633627091003178298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6633627091003178298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6633627091003178298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6633627091003178298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-kid.html' title='Funny Kid'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSaqHA9w9tI/AAAAAAAABGw/5ijF-qYg8tU/s72-c/P1050546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4175294709415011098</id><published>2011-01-06T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:38:22.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>We had such a fun Halloween.  Eric had the pleasure of taking the day off so that he could attend the school activities with us.  I am the room mom for both kids classes and so it was so fun to have Eric there to help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559311646865857618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSakfQMhnFI/AAAAAAAABGA/bPJyfy9jL9s/s400/P1050419_edited-1.JPG" /&gt; This was our first year being on track during Halloween.  The parade was quite interesting.  Brennan really did not like the idea of dressing up.  He took the paint off of his face as soon as the parade was finished.  Camden did the exact same thing.  I don't really think we are a family that loves dressing up for Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559311653837677442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSakfqKvI4I/AAAAAAAABGI/IVTp3q0Xdpg/s400/P1050423.JPG" /&gt;We had the circle and beyond party with soup and breadsticks to warm us up before Trick or Treating.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559311663823101826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSakgPXcn4I/AAAAAAAABGY/e2WW6p8SIyA/s400/P1050446_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSakf-kIbyI/AAAAAAAABGQ/O3v3-mVkNsQ/s1600/P1050442_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559311659312901922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSakf-kIbyI/AAAAAAAABGQ/O3v3-mVkNsQ/s400/P1050442_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4175294709415011098?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4175294709415011098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4175294709415011098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4175294709415011098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4175294709415011098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TSakfQMhnFI/AAAAAAAABGA/bPJyfy9jL9s/s72-c/P1050419_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6734668979230592418</id><published>2010-10-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:54:21.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Sir, That's My Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531113134395355378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ2FzQh8PI/AAAAAAAABEU/e8HzCfOYc3w/s400/bren2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; We just wrapped up fall baseball and Brennan's season ended with a double header make up game.  I have to say that I was super proud of how he played in his final game.  He had two triples in a row, the first he got one rbi and the second he had three rbi's.  Now I am sure that there is more technical baseball terminology for that..........but I just called it how I saw it.  The girlie girl is still learning baseball! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What can I say, the kid can hit a baseball! &lt;br /&gt;Can't really see the ball here but this was triple #1.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ2GQAaEpI/AAAAAAAABEc/xrPIURW-LZA/s1600/bren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531113142112359058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ2GQAaEpI/AAAAAAAABEc/xrPIURW-LZA/s400/bren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6734668979230592418?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6734668979230592418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6734668979230592418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6734668979230592418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6734668979230592418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-sir-thats-my-baby.html' title='Yes Sir, That&apos;s My Baby!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ2FzQh8PI/AAAAAAAABEU/e8HzCfOYc3w/s72-c/bren2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1518104083164882339</id><published>2010-09-26T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:47:40.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Party--Look who's 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brennan wanted a lego party this year. I found these darling printables for all of the invitations and such. Loved them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ-UHc1z1I/AAAAAAAABFM/SxmactnmlTk/s1600/Lego-Party-pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531122176426889042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ-UHc1z1I/AAAAAAAABFM/SxmactnmlTk/s400/Lego-Party-pics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seventeen of Brennan's friends came to celebrate his big day. We started out with the boys having a lego building contest with candy lego bricks. It was fun to see how creative they all were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ8qN9cz7I/AAAAAAAABEs/UsmNMaR1m6I/s1600/building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531120357108142002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ8qN9cz7I/AAAAAAAABEs/UsmNMaR1m6I/s400/building.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the boys built their own cars and had lego car races on my makeshift race track. Occasionally there was a wreck and they had to rebuild their cars. They had a blast seeing how long it would take for their cars to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ-UsA7_SI/AAAAAAAABFU/4h-nMc5YK6I/s1600/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531122186241965346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ-UsA7_SI/AAAAAAAABFU/4h-nMc5YK6I/s400/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course there were presents! He got a massive amount of halo megablocks sets. That should keep him busy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ-U8YlSmI/AAAAAAAABFc/W84j6LQw8gg/s1600/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531122190636108386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ-U8YlSmI/AAAAAAAABFc/W84j6LQw8gg/s400/presents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite parts of the party was when they all decided to play football. I found it so amusing that they split the teams up 13 to 3. Eric joined the team of 3 to help them increase the odds of winning. Of course i did not get a picture of that. What a fun time watching the boys move across the back yard playing football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ_CxHM2fI/AAAAAAAABFk/1K30y1mkrp0/s1600/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531122977884396018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ_CxHM2fI/AAAAAAAABFk/1K30y1mkrp0/s400/football.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brennan's birthday was actually the day after his party. I woke up so very sick. I was unable to even get out of bed all day. The boys came up to my room to open presents so I would not miss the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ8ponNGuI/AAAAAAAABEk/Xt-yrG5KbLA/s1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531120347082726114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ8ponNGuI/AAAAAAAABEk/Xt-yrG5KbLA/s400/boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to my sweet hubby we were able to capture this moment! We had to cancel the family party because the party planner was out sick. Brennan was such a sweet heart about it all. Right before his bed time he got so sick and was up all night huddled over the toilet. At least he was able to make it through most of his special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ_DE5GczI/AAAAAAAABFs/I7luTLK4Uow/s1600/momsick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531122983193965362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ_DE5GczI/AAAAAAAABFs/I7luTLK4Uow/s400/momsick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1518104083164882339?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1518104083164882339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1518104083164882339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1518104083164882339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1518104083164882339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/lego-party-look-whos-10.html' title='Lego Party--Look who&apos;s 10!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMJ-UHc1z1I/AAAAAAAABFM/SxmactnmlTk/s72-c/Lego-Party-pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6847503370112696456</id><published>2010-09-24T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:52:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Not Tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMKFfEYn0oI/AAAAAAAABF0/GEOGgbPMUdo/s1600/P1050309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531130061163844226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMKFfEYn0oI/AAAAAAAABF0/GEOGgbPMUdo/s400/P1050309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you don't believe it then you should just ask him....you might have to wait until he wakes up though!  I love this kid with all of his puppies and blankies always in tow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6847503370112696456?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6847503370112696456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6847503370112696456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6847503370112696456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6847503370112696456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/he-is-not-tired.html' title='He is Not Tired!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TMKFfEYn0oI/AAAAAAAABF0/GEOGgbPMUdo/s72-c/P1050309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-249605759072073522</id><published>2010-08-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:48:35.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAR LAKE FELMAN STYLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the pleasure of spending the weekend in Bear Lake with the whole Felman clan.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu6YXgJhwI/AAAAAAAABDk/TKBArrUA1MQ/s1600/Minnetonka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529217895315900162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu6YXgJhwI/AAAAAAAABDk/TKBArrUA1MQ/s400/Minnetonka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited Minnetonka Caves while we were there.  The kids had fun and they made it all of the way by themselves(with the exception of Beckett that is)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAF-UahZI/AAAAAAAABCc/2pxAwhHNfh4/s1600/Familynight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529153807643739538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAF-UahZI/AAAAAAAABCc/2pxAwhHNfh4/s400/Familynight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first night we were there we took a short trip to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAGhhUtMI/AAAAAAAABCs/Cg7oF_mV9jQ/s1600/Night+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529153817093125314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAGhhUtMI/AAAAAAAABCs/Cg7oF_mV9jQ/s400/Night+beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Within minutes, the kids were all in the water digging in the sand.  Too bad we didn't have our swimming suits on because we had a wet cold ride back to the cabin.  Well maybe the Fonty kids had a much wetter ride back to the cabin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAGJByAvI/AAAAAAAABCk/iLAFU6NUa2I/s1600/Kids+playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529153810518377202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAGJByAvI/AAAAAAAABCk/iLAFU6NUa2I/s400/Kids+playing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAFOW0NcI/AAAAAAAABCM/fR2DH6NUZAE/s1600/Beck+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529153794768909762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAFOW0NcI/AAAAAAAABCM/fR2DH6NUZAE/s400/Beck+night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brennan had so much fun on the jet skis!  I think he may have logged more hours on them than all of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu6X6PLmzI/AAAAAAAABDc/lQOdLOn4QBU/s1600/jetski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529217887460105010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu6X6PLmzI/AAAAAAAABDc/lQOdLOn4QBU/s400/jetski.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu_Ob74mOI/AAAAAAAABD8/aH0xweBAWbI/s1600/tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529223222265420002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu_Ob74mOI/AAAAAAAABD8/aH0xweBAWbI/s400/tube.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent a lot of time looking for seashells and treasures with the boys.  It made me long for South Carolina.....I can't wait to seashell hunt with the boys there some day.  &lt;br /&gt;Wait..............could that be..........is that my Beckett venturing out in the water.  This was a big deal for us because he will usually stay as far away from the water as possible.  I think he may be getting a little more adventurous.  He is such a funny kid.  Let him free to wrestle with anyone and he is crazy and can hold his own.  Put him in a new situation and he won't dare to do anything.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu_OITkZDI/AAAAAAAABD0/TyNGm2aSomM/s1600/P1050202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529223216996049970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu_OITkZDI/AAAAAAAABD0/TyNGm2aSomM/s400/P1050202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hoff in action!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu5yTxdXOI/AAAAAAAABC8/96TrG1E8peY/s1600/Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529217241479732450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu5yTxdXOI/AAAAAAAABC8/96TrG1E8peY/s400/Bill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just taking a drink break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu5x29VGuI/AAAAAAAABC0/SVyqvhkGOIM/s1600/Beck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529217233744894690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu5x29VGuI/AAAAAAAABC0/SVyqvhkGOIM/s400/Beck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those two cute boys!  Love seeing them having so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAFdPy-qI/AAAAAAAABCU/M1nzPgKAZqI/s1600/EricBren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529153798766000802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLuAFdPy-qI/AAAAAAAABCU/M1nzPgKAZqI/s400/EricBren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This might just be Camden in heaven..I can't think of a more fitting place for this child of mine.  He could dig for hours on end.  He spent so much time collecting sea shells.  Aahh.... I love watching him at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu_N0dw_2I/AAAAAAAABDs/zjmHDv5MN70/s1600/P1050201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529223211670110050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu_N0dw_2I/AAAAAAAABDs/zjmHDv5MN70/s400/P1050201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you so much Britney and Curtis for making this fun weekend possible.  We loved the chance to spend some extended time with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu5yh4TabI/AAAAAAAABDE/WhBd1ZYDH74/s1600/britcurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529217245266536882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu5yh4TabI/AAAAAAAABDE/WhBd1ZYDH74/s400/britcurt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden could not get over the big bears all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got a flat tire after we had eaten lunch.  We had been at the caves all morning and Eric had carried Beckett up all of the stairs in the cave.  He was ready for a break.  The kids were cranky and tired and ready for naps.  It was extremely hot outside and what bad timing this was.  Evelyn took the kids back to the cabin and Bill stayed to help.  I couldn't get over the irony of the sign that was staring in our faces during this unfortunate event....put a smile on my face!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu5zKpkwDI/AAAAAAAABDM/p7Zt1nlK9no/s1600/Cam+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529224195976385058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLvAHHSq0iI/AAAAAAAABEM/ow4p68RJnVw/s400/tirefix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLvAGysGkhI/AAAAAAAABEE/U9oHJJ2GvwY/s1600/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529224190445916690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLvAGysGkhI/AAAAAAAABEE/U9oHJJ2GvwY/s400/sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so glad to have this fun time with the Felman's.  It was a great weekend.  We ate way too much food and had a few too many shakes.  We spent some late nights gaming and laughing so much.  The kids had a blast.  Grandma and Grandpa watched the kiddies while we went on a date night(after all, it was the double anniversary day).  Sharee, Eric and me were kind of the third wheels with the two love bird couples.  Thanks so much for all of the memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-249605759072073522?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/249605759072073522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=249605759072073522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/249605759072073522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/249605759072073522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/bear-lake-felman-style.html' title='BEAR LAKE FELMAN STYLE'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/TLu6YXgJhwI/AAAAAAAABDk/TKBArrUA1MQ/s72-c/Minnetonka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1072806905409042260</id><published>2010-03-02T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:16:51.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Up To....</title><content type='html'>SPORTS-&lt;br /&gt;Both of the big boys played Basketball this year. They both did really good and had a lot of fun. I had forgotten how amusing 5 year old basketball is. Camden who is my usual social guy becomes extremely shy in sports situations. I do have to say that he is always so happy to be there. I love that smile. I also love to watch 5 year olds rip the ball out of each others hands. After all, isn't that the quickest way to get the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brennan has been practicing Baseball since November and they had their first tournament in St. George in February. We had a great weekend. Thanks Mom, Dad, Rachelle and Jeremy for taking care of the little ones while we were away. It was so much fun spending time with JUST Brennan for a change. He is such a FUN, GOOD kid! He did really good at the tournament. We are looking forward to more baseball still to come. GO FURY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/S44K8uFL4VI/AAAAAAAABBo/e9Zwy6VGH-g/s1600-h/P1040577_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/S44K8uFL4VI/AAAAAAAABBo/e9Zwy6VGH-g/s400/P1040577_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444301037815718226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major highlight of our St. George trip was visiting with one of my BFF's Emily and her family. She came to 3 out of 4 games. What a good sport. I think by game 3 she finally knew there were innings not quarters. I miss her so much and I am looking forward to another visit this month.....yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/S44K9thtdhI/AAAAAAAABBw/XCpXtfafBhw/s1600-h/P1040565_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/S44K9thtdhI/AAAAAAAABBw/XCpXtfafBhw/s400/P1040565_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444301054846793234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture we are laughing and eating sunflower seeds. (My cheeks may just be full of sunflower seeds) We did so much of both of those things. What a therapeutic weekend for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of the trip was a night in Mesquite with our friends Emily and Mark. I introduced them to Craps and we had a blast. Eric spent the night at a blackjack table while we threw the dice. We left up $800. Not bad for a night full of pure entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD A BABY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/S44NqaryATI/AAAAAAAABB4/5ldCw1rkrlI/s1600-h/P1040587.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/S44NqaryATI/AAAAAAAABB4/5ldCw1rkrlI/s400/P1040587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444304021906129202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by we, I actually mean Jeremy and Rachelle. But, I had the amazing privilege of being there for Baby Eli's birth and so I kind of felt like I had the baby too!  I seriously balled my eyes out.  There is nothing quite like welcoming a new baby into this world.  It was a very long 44 hours of no sleep but it was so worth it.  Rachelle was such a strong mama to deliver under such difficult circumstances.  Love you Rachelle...you are such an amazing Mom and Sister.  I am so glad to have you in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am having another baby next month. (By me, I mean Cheryse and Mark)  I know I am seriously amazing..  I have a feeling that this one might just be a girl:) Watch for pictures to follow.  I am loving the chance to finally enjoy the Aunt thing.  Without a baby of my own it is so much fun.  Can't wait for all of the cuddle time.  The benefit of being an Aunt is the ability to enjoy the best things.  Loving it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1072806905409042260?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1072806905409042260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1072806905409042260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1072806905409042260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1072806905409042260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/weve-been-up-to.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Up To....'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/S44K8uFL4VI/AAAAAAAABBo/e9Zwy6VGH-g/s72-c/P1040577_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2628628189543943980</id><published>2009-11-12T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:15:37.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>So let me start this post with shout out to our killer home grown pumpkins.  Yeah they might be prize winners.  It took a lot of hard work to carve those suckers but the end results were amazing... or kind of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FqymD34I/AAAAAAAABBA/Y3uazBEfLDE/s1600-h/P1040262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FqymD34I/AAAAAAAABBA/Y3uazBEfLDE/s400/P1040262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481360608518018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0Fre3fpwI/AAAAAAAABBI/7IQbxNGvECc/s1600-h/P1040278.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0Fre3fpwI/AAAAAAAABBI/7IQbxNGvECc/s400/P1040278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481372492801794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FrmWxgcI/AAAAAAAABBQ/2bGsVjaQy18/s1600-h/P1040279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FrmWxgcI/AAAAAAAABBQ/2bGsVjaQy18/s400/P1040279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481374503043522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FqaD5GpI/AAAAAAAABA4/dtTML5GBigA/s1600-h/P1040260.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FqaD5GpI/AAAAAAAABA4/dtTML5GBigA/s400/P1040260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481354022754962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and visited Dad and work on Friday.  The kids thought it was fun to see the office all decked out with scary decorations.  Oh ya they kind of liked the candy too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two scary guys(why do my boys only want to be something scary?)and one buzz lightyear at our house.  We started the evening with the annual circle and beyond pre-party.  Thanks all for yummy food and lots of fun.  The kids raked it in and I seriously think Beckett survived on candy for a few days.  I can't believe that Halloween is over.  Winter here we come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FsIIkMNI/AAAAAAAABBY/-Kzmh5CYmHg/s1600-h/P1040285.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FsIIkMNI/AAAAAAAABBY/-Kzmh5CYmHg/s400/P1040285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481383570256082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the kiddies about to start the candy fest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2628628189543943980?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2628628189543943980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2628628189543943980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2628628189543943980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2628628189543943980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0FqymD34I/AAAAAAAABBA/Y3uazBEfLDE/s72-c/P1040262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6114290177484093741</id><published>2009-11-12T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:50:58.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbelly's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BSKcE0iI/AAAAAAAABAY/wEN3NRHMHA8/s1600-h/P1040218.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BSKcE0iI/AAAAAAAABAY/wEN3NRHMHA8/s400/P1040218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403476539465847330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BTtNgVkI/AAAAAAAABAw/MQsE7FrXfig/s1600-h/P1040247.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BTtNgVkI/AAAAAAAABAw/MQsE7FrXfig/s400/P1040247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403476565979846210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BTLQAY8I/AAAAAAAABAo/g_1e6SZ9CJk/s1600-h/P1040234.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BTLQAY8I/AAAAAAAABAo/g_1e6SZ9CJk/s400/P1040234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403476556863529922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BSl83JzI/AAAAAAAABAg/gVAfTHDAK84/s1600-h/P1040219.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BSl83JzI/AAAAAAAABAg/gVAfTHDAK84/s400/P1040219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403476546851120946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow to post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Cornbelly's with Evelyn, Tammy and kids, and Heidi and kids during UEA.  It turned out to be amazing weather.  We had so much fun.  I seriously wonder where kids get all of their energy.  They played so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6114290177484093741?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6114290177484093741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6114290177484093741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6114290177484093741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6114290177484093741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/cornbellys.html' title='Cornbelly&apos;s'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sv0BSKcE0iI/AAAAAAAABAY/wEN3NRHMHA8/s72-c/P1040218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2738696463023991707</id><published>2009-10-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:36:50.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Svz-Qbo_94I/AAAAAAAABAQ/1_CzLO3fHlQ/s1600-h/P1040253.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Svz-Qbo_94I/AAAAAAAABAQ/1_CzLO3fHlQ/s400/P1040253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403473211188836226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett(my baby) started preschool today.  He qualified for this preschool because he is progressing well with his speech and he is now 2 1/2.  He is loving every minute of it.  He goes for 1 1/2 hours a week and his teacher is Julie.  He is doing so great and we have seen so much improvement with his talking.  He is so proud to be BIG like his brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2738696463023991707?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2738696463023991707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2738696463023991707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2738696463023991707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2738696463023991707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-boy.html' title='BIG BOY!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Svz-Qbo_94I/AAAAAAAABAQ/1_CzLO3fHlQ/s72-c/P1040253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-7723430188887509534</id><published>2009-10-07T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:45:29.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENNAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ss1mN5_ikJI/AAAAAAAABAI/7-7pI428j2A/s1600-h/P1040191.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ss1mN5_ikJI/AAAAAAAABAI/7-7pI428j2A/s400/P1040191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390076718124011666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late.........then never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to give a Birthday shout out to my 9 year old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Felman joined us for Brennan's Birthday dinner at Olive Garden followed by family coming over for cake and ice cream (Not to mention Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs with his buddies).  Thank you so much to all of our family and friends who came bearing gifts...even the St. George crew who came straight from the road trip to visit.  Brennan is so lucky to have so many wonderful people in his life that love him and support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brennan is such an amazing kid.  He is super intense about the things he loves.  He is a good big brother who is very protective of his little brothers.  He has the most amazing smile and I just love those big dimples.  He is so talented at pretty much everything he does.  I am so proud of what a good kid he is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much BIG GUY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-7723430188887509534?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7723430188887509534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=7723430188887509534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7723430188887509534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7723430188887509534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-brennan.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENNAN!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ss1mN5_ikJI/AAAAAAAABAI/7-7pI428j2A/s72-c/P1040191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6798410628363059947</id><published>2009-08-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:18:47.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATS!!</title><content type='html'>So we just finished the whirlwind wedding weekend of Britney and Curtis.  We were off to Idaho and back to Utah for day two in 48 hours.  We are so excited for them as they start their new life together.  &lt;br /&gt;The cute couple and happy parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SpZAaDmYfBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/o9oOzraBV_c/s1600-h/P1030874.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SpZAaDmYfBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/o9oOzraBV_c/s400/P1030874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374554021700336658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look so cute they could almost be a couple.....or brother/sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SpZAbNVO6gI/AAAAAAAABAA/99nLgWltKXk/s1600-h/P1030893_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SpZAbNVO6gI/AAAAAAAABAA/99nLgWltKXk/s400/P1030893_edited-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374554041492630018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my handsome boys....love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SpZAa4j-P9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/1L2lMP_68rs/s1600-h/P1030914_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SpZAa4j-P9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/1L2lMP_68rs/s400/P1030914_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374554035917307858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6798410628363059947?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6798410628363059947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6798410628363059947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6798410628363059947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6798410628363059947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/congrats.html' title='CONGRATS!!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SpZAaDmYfBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/o9oOzraBV_c/s72-c/P1030874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2759137080047205850</id><published>2009-08-09T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:48:19.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were Three....</title><content type='html'>MICE-that is, in my vehicle!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the story goes like this (mostly for the girls at card group).  Keep in mind that if it can happen..... no matter how strange...  it will, or has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take the kids to see the movie G-Force on the 28th or 29th of July. We all go to the car from the movie theatre and Brennan opens the door first.  I hear him say, "Mom there is a mouse in the car."  (Quick little side note, the movie G-Force is a movie for kids that has a bunch of critters in it acting as CIA agents.)  So of course I tell him to quit being a funny guy, as if there is REALLY a mouse in our car.  He persists and I am getting a bit worried because by now he is not the only one saying this.  Long story short, there was a mouse in our car...............YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, reluctantly I drive home because he ran up under the console and appeared to be even more scared then I was. (And our house is one minute from the theater)  When I call my sweet husband he informs me that he is sure that the mouse came from our camping trip just a few days before.  Apparently he saw a ton of mice and somehow was not worried about leaving the door open while loading the car.  &lt;br /&gt;Of course my car is still a train wreck from the cabin and the long drive.  So I decide to clean out the car.  Oh don't worry, my new pet mouse came out to taunt me a few times.  It even made an appearance when my hubby pulled up.  I didn't want to suck it up the central vac because then it would have easy access to my house.  So we put a trap out (ya, I know weird, a mouse trap in the car) and kept waiting for signs of my FAVORITE new pet.  Since I had just cleaned the car I saw a few droppings but no mouse.  There is a weird smell in my car that makes me wonder.  No mouse sightings after 4 visits in one day, and a weird smell developing......................  I start to get concerned that the 100 degree weather and life in a car has gotten the best of my new pet.  Concerned not because I was feeling extra fond of him by now, but that he may have passed on in my car, and where???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after two long days we woke up to a dead mouse in the trusty trap......  WOO HOO, problem solved now lets clean up the car and move on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL,,,a few days later and I am forced to drive the car.  So anyone that knows me knows that I can't see, I can barely hear so my nose makes up for the lack of the other two senses.  I open the car and almost throw up because it smells so strongly of death.  (Never really smelt death before but I know that this must be it.)  I assume that if I roll down the windows the smell will gradually fade, right?  As I am driving the smell just continues to get worse to the point of dry heaving every few seconds.   So I pull an extra car freshener out and wrap it around the nose part of my sunglasses so that I can just make it home.(I got a few double takes with that one)  When I get home, Eric is now forced to find the source of the smell.  We spend the entire night taking apart the car.  We finally narrow the smell down to the front passenger seat, which we can't take out because we need special tools.  So we call in the help of a friend and he brings the tool by the next day.  Of course, Eric is out of town this day so Bruce and I spend the next night taking apart the car again.  Several hours later and the car looking like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_GzoBWrEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/F-hA8WNs8jw/s1600-h/P1030825.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_GzoBWrEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/F-hA8WNs8jw/s400/P1030825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368227871067647042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_GzF0NgWI/AAAAAAAAA_g/jNTKEjrS5do/s1600-h/P1030824.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_GzF0NgWI/AAAAAAAAA_g/jNTKEjrS5do/s400/P1030824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368227861885714786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing you see in the picture below is the console, and a few other pieces.  By this point we have no front seats, and we are about to give up.  So the bloodhound (me) goes sniffing around again and I find the source of the one remaining panel in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_Gy5QTHBI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/VWOM8SGJSxg/s&lt;br /&gt;1600-h/P1030823.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_Gy5QTHBI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/VWOM8SGJSxg/s400/P1030823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368227858513861650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind this one long skinny panel lies the graveyard you see below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_GydOXf3I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/d0DeMMJvrxo/s1600-h/P1030822_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_GydOXf3I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/d0DeMMJvrxo/s400/P1030822_edited-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368227850989567858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse #2 and long dead Mouse #3 have reached their semi-final resting spot.  And just when we were about to give up.  So I put on some gloves and reluctantly remove our deceased pets.   &lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  Here are some lessons learned:&lt;br /&gt;-Don't give up when you know you are right!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Eric will never again doubt my sense of smell.  Nor will anyone else who doubted...you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;-Never leave doors open when in mountains that are full of mice.&lt;br /&gt;-We need to get a new car.  No amount of disinfecting or detailing will ever cure my germophobia in that car. (What if there are more???)&lt;br /&gt;-Feel lucky that you are not me and missed out on the participation in any and all forms of this process. (that includes you my dear Eric)&lt;br /&gt;-When you catch a mouse in a trap, and you don't think it looks like the one you saw, it probably isn't the one you saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2759137080047205850?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2759137080047205850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2759137080047205850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2759137080047205850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2759137080047205850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-then-there-were-three.html' title='And Then There Were Three....'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sn_GzoBWrEI/AAAAAAAAA_o/F-hA8WNs8jw/s72-c/P1030825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2284218097845817842</id><published>2009-05-31T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:26:34.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BASEBALL...BASEBALL...BASEBALL....</title><content type='html'>This is what we have been up to for the last two months.  Camden and Brennan both played this year.  Brennan was playing for the Diamondbacks and Camden was playing for the Tigers.  We are about ready to wind up this season.  With two boys in baseball, we have had four games a week and usually four practices a week.  Can't quite imagine how it will be when all three boys are playing.  I love this time of year.  I never would have guessed how much fun baseball would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the boys in action.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlGnU3fkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/xc8n8qw9Bpo/s1600-h/P1030548.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlGnU3fkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/xc8n8qw9Bpo/s400/P1030548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224747301666370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlGSU-4kI/AAAAAAAAA-o/vHkKMQXHvNE/s1600-h/P1030540.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlGSU-4kI/AAAAAAAAA-o/vHkKMQXHvNE/s400/P1030540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224741665006146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlF4IJjaI/AAAAAAAAA-g/W9FLn1rLulo/s1600-h/P1030534.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlF4IJjaI/AAAAAAAAA-g/W9FLn1rLulo/s400/P1030534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224734631857570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun for Camden because his best buddy/cousin Addy played on the team with him. I forgot how cute 5 year olds are when they play sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brennan played well this year and he started pitching for the first time. He didn't do too bad for an 8 year old. When he pitches I get soooo nervous.  I don't think he seems to be bothered too much, just Eric and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlHSjrFdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Wz2ZqPnxmTs/s1600-h/P1030567.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlHSjrFdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Wz2ZqPnxmTs/s400/P1030567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224758906492370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlG99F5oI/AAAAAAAAA-4/n20vQc4c9jE/s1600-h/P1030566.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlG99F5oI/AAAAAAAAA-4/n20vQc4c9jE/s400/P1030566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224753375962754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2284218097845817842?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2284218097845817842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2284218097845817842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2284218097845817842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2284218097845817842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/baseballbaseballbaseball.html' title='BASEBALL...BASEBALL...BASEBALL....'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SiNlGnU3fkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/xc8n8qw9Bpo/s72-c/P1030548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1320984114314393787</id><published>2009-05-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:21:21.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Spencie and SC</title><content type='html'>I left my family for a week to visit my brother and his family in South Carolina.  I had the pleasure of traveling with my mom and sister Cheryse.  It was so much fun to see Spencer, Katie, Ezra and Luke in their new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing Columbia, S.C. and The Parks' home for the next few years.  Loved, loved, loved their cute apartment.  It is an old cotton mill that was refurbished and made into housing for students of USC.  I got a picture of the back of the building.  Does not do this building justice!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqOsQlVgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AtW6WmfiXRc/s1600-h/P1030407.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqOsQlVgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AtW6WmfiXRc/s400/P1030407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337023096553821698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fun meals out at new restaurants.  Liked the Mellow Mushroom, fun pizza place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqOtkqPOI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eOCWayenCGM/s1600-h/P1030416.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqOtkqPOI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eOCWayenCGM/s400/P1030416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337023096906464482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Hymans in Charleston, we sat at the table where ACDC and Vanilla Ice had eaten.  I wished that Eric had been able to enjoy the seafood, he would have been in heaven.  I quite enjoyed the hushpuppies and macaroni and cheese!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqPSwIySI/AAAAAAAAA8k/UU0ON1K8Z7M/s1600-h/P1030459.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqPSwIySI/AAAAAAAAA8k/UU0ON1K8Z7M/s400/P1030459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337023106886715682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isle of Palms.  We stayed at a rental house that was a short walk to the beach.  It was so much fun to be able to have some late night game nights with Spencer and Katie.  This was a perfect place for us to stay.  In the back of the house there was a little lake that was full of turtles that wanted to be fed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqPIk9NBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/06l0CmF8FdY/s1600-h/P1030423.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqPIk9NBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/06l0CmF8FdY/s400/P1030423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337023104155464722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy32R8z6I/AAAAAAAAA98/TXzbhmXf5Vo/s1600-h/P1030490.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy32R8z6I/AAAAAAAAA98/TXzbhmXf5Vo/s400/P1030490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337032599711567778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy39x28hI/AAAAAAAAA90/a_w9k-QtTWQ/s1600-h/P1030485.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy39x28hI/AAAAAAAAA90/a_w9k-QtTWQ/s400/P1030485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337032601724449298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy3p5smuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/LOQS98xigkI/s1600-h/P1030484.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy3p5smuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/LOQS98xigkI/s400/P1030484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337032596388616930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loved the beach.  We had so much fun with Ezra and Luke on the beach.  What is it with boys and sand?  I searched for seashells for my boys and I even found a seashell with a hermit crab still in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy3Eqc7HI/AAAAAAAAA9c/FHpTKW2boWA/s1600-h/P1030450.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy3Eqc7HI/AAAAAAAAA9c/FHpTKW2boWA/s400/P1030450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337032586392562802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv3JT7dGI/AAAAAAAAA9U/kliTC4ak0e4/s1600-h/P1030440.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv3JT7dGI/AAAAAAAAA9U/kliTC4ak0e4/s400/P1030440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337029289105388642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charleston-  I absolutely loved this city.  Charleston is so rich in history and I just couldn't get over all of the old houses.  We took a carriage tour throughout the city and it was so interesting to learn about some of the history behind some of these old homes dating back to civil war times.  I really want a home like that.  I bet they would have secret passageways....so fun.  I would even settle for a lovely piazza.  I like the idea of the privacy door too, when it is shut people stay away, when open, come and visit!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv21jd97I/AAAAAAAAA9M/_xNblBracvg/s1600-h/P1030465.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv21jd97I/AAAAAAAAA9M/_xNblBracvg/s400/P1030465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337029283801855922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv2o_CL2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/lBwN2YTC80Y/s1600-h/P1030468.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv2o_CL2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/lBwN2YTC80Y/s400/P1030468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337029280427814754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv2SIqjaI/AAAAAAAAA88/EHan5LRi77s/s1600-h/P1030472.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv2SIqjaI/AAAAAAAAA88/EHan5LRi77s/s400/P1030472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337029274294193570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing Spencer(minus worries of school and such).  It was so good to see good ole Spencer so excited to see us and show us his new world.  I feel like it has been a long time since I have seen him like that.  That was fun!  We had a lot of laughs.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv2GrL_7I/AAAAAAAAA80/sfOQb9IUVoA/s1600-h/P1030475.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDv2GrL_7I/AAAAAAAAA80/sfOQb9IUVoA/s400/P1030475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337029271217766322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqPYx3uPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/-jU7Q9gXzo8/s1600-h/P1030464.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqPYx3uPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/-jU7Q9gXzo8/s400/P1030464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337023108504598770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We stopped at Fort Moultrie and toured that for a while.  It is amazing that this fort is still standing after lasting through three wars.  We were able to see Fort Sumter from there.  What an interesting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDz45IykFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Ch69Hw0vc-s/s1600-h/P1030513.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDz45IykFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Ch69Hw0vc-s/s400/P1030513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337033717169950802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDz4ii6JrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2Wd6oS0AoDE/s1600-h/P1030512.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDz4ii6JrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2Wd6oS0AoDE/s400/P1030512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337033711105484466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A Chica Chica-  This was a great dance that I am glad I got to see.  Ezzie and Luke have got some serious moves.  It was a blast spending time with these boys...it was fun getting to know them better and to spend a little more time with them without the distraction of my boys.  I think it also helped curb the longing for my little guys.  Luke is the funniest little guy with soooo much energy.  He is like the energizer bunny, never stopping.....  I loved how excited he was to see us.  Thanks for helping out with the cockroach problem Lukie!  Ezra, thanks for helping me in my seashell search..the attached clam was Camden's favorite.  These boys were so great during all of the long hot days.  What troopers....can't wait until the next time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDz4X4rkII/AAAAAAAAA-E/zu037CFvdVY/s1600-h/P1030506.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDz4X4rkII/AAAAAAAAA-E/zu037CFvdVY/s400/P1030506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337033708244013186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The most amazing car ever.  Yeah, I totally look like a stud in this rental car.  I saw a lady walk by the car and smile and laughing says something to her husband.  Afterwards, Spencer said the lady told him that it was such a cute car.  Ugh, won't be trading mine in anytime time soon but it did create some fun memories.  Luke actually loved the car he couldn't get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;-Another highlight was spending 6 days with my mom and sister.  We haven't had that much time together in forever.  It was fun to reconnect.  Wish all of the girls could have come. .  &lt;br /&gt;-One not so highlight, crazy hair.  Notice the intrusive curls in my hair in every picture.  Hair bad, skin good.  Miss the nice smooth skin.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy3fa-PpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/0TwvpTgc4a8/s1600-h/P1030480.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDy3fa-PpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/0TwvpTgc4a8/s400/P1030480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337032593575394962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last highlight...(sorry long post) coming home to my guys on Mothers Day.  I practically got a makeout session from Beckett, I know that he really missed me!  How nice it was to come home to my sweet hubby who kept things going while I was gone, my boys who didn't fight for almost a day, a clean house, flowers and a wonderful caramel apple.  As hard as it was to be gone, it made me appreciate my family after a much needed break.  Thanks Eric and all of our helpers for letting me get away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1320984114314393787?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1320984114314393787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1320984114314393787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1320984114314393787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1320984114314393787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-spencie-and-sc.html' title='Missing Spencie and SC'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ShDqOsQlVgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/AtW6WmfiXRc/s72-c/P1030407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6814135503873386586</id><published>2009-04-16T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:22:34.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BDAY BECKETT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SegbmSkVMEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rBkSikW-M2Q/s1600-h/P1030375.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SegbmSkVMEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rBkSikW-M2Q/s400/P1030375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325536903998812226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to give a shout out to my bubba on his birthday.  I just love this kid so much.  I can't believe he is two years old. Here are some things that make me smile about this kid.  &lt;br /&gt;-Pretty much every thing he loves is his 'bubba'.  His blankie, his binky, his 'bubba' puppy, his brothers and pretty much anything that needs a name. &lt;br /&gt;-When he gets excited he rocks back and forth.  When he was little I kind of wondered if something was broken.  &lt;br /&gt;-He gives the best hugs....&lt;br /&gt;-He gets so obsessed with the things he loves.&lt;br /&gt;-He can totally hold his own.  Being the third boy he has to be tough. &lt;br /&gt;-He is laid back like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;We are so glad to have this little guy around.  Hope you enjoyed your big day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6814135503873386586?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6814135503873386586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6814135503873386586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6814135503873386586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6814135503873386586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-bday-beckett.html' title='HAPPY BDAY BECKETT'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SegbmSkVMEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rBkSikW-M2Q/s72-c/P1030375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1424207887456071510</id><published>2009-04-15T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:16:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day Cam the Man and Some Animals</title><content type='html'>So today is Camden's big day.  He is five years old and if you aren't sure how big he is you can just ask him.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeaxW79Rb7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/AzXVsUtbT2I/s1600-h/P1030367_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeaxW79Rb7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/AzXVsUtbT2I/s320/P1030367_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325138617022115762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since September Camden has been planning his big animal party.  I can't think of a more fitting party for this fun child.  We had an early party since Dad was going to be traveling on his big day.  The animal presentation was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeaxWmRuM1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/ObWWNCM7RR0/s1600-h/P1030347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeaxWmRuM1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/ObWWNCM7RR0/s320/P1030347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325138611202306898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised at how much my big boy enjoyed the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawhuhbV8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/AWykC4V3tSk/s1600-h/P1030321.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawhuhbV8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/AWykC4V3tSk/s320/P1030321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325137702882596802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little surprised that Beckett was not scared at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawhXk-MNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/3xGYUpr7RjU/s1600-h/P1030319_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawhXk-MNI/AAAAAAAAA7A/3xGYUpr7RjU/s320/P1030319_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325137696723448018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the cute girlies weren't afraid to join in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Seawh9IbYOI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/0NaeAkxb-ZA/s1600-h/P1030332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Seawh9IbYOI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/0NaeAkxb-ZA/s320/P1030332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325137706804273378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden's favorite was the big snake.  He has not stopped talking about the big snake and what he would do if he had a snake like that.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeaxWV4lEKI/AAAAAAAAA7g/upA73_uKST4/s1600-h/P1030344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeaxWV4lEKI/AAAAAAAAA7g/upA73_uKST4/s320/P1030344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325138606801883298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby ferrett was my favorite.  The ferrett would be running around and acting crazy and all she would have to do is grab the back of the neck and it would yawn and fall asleep.  If only this trick worked on my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawiFbbnVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hKoGujy1k4g/s1600-h/P1030343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawiFbbnVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hKoGujy1k4g/s320/P1030343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325137709031464274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find the cake I wanted so I decided to make my own.  There is a first for everything right?  Actually I may have made a train once before....that is right two cakes made out of 15 kids birthdays.  How domestic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawhC-Iw6I/AAAAAAAAA64/K1RDB_w8hTU/s1600-h/P1030304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeawhC-Iw6I/AAAAAAAAA64/K1RDB_w8hTU/s320/P1030304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325137691191853986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, we are not the only family in the world without a pet.  At least that is what Camden has been telling me forever....  We would like to welcome the newest members of our family, Slimy and Jumpy!  Camden is now the proud owner of two pet aquatic frogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sea8tMPoCmI/AAAAAAAAA74/WZO-UHtDEII/s1600-h/P1030388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Sea8tMPoCmI/AAAAAAAAA74/WZO-UHtDEII/s320/P1030388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325151093979089506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our 5 year old boy and hope he had a fun day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1424207887456071510?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1424207887456071510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1424207887456071510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1424207887456071510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1424207887456071510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-day-cam-man-and-some-animals.html' title='Happy Day Cam the Man and Some Animals'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeaxW79Rb7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/AzXVsUtbT2I/s72-c/P1030367_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2918753634937065112</id><published>2009-04-14T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:34:27.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER DAY!</title><content type='html'>We were up very early with super excited kiddies.  They didn't waste too much time searching for their baskets.  Brennan had a little harder time finding his basket.  It may have had something to do with a challenge he put out for the Easter Bunny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVuijbZctI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/suLrTkLJWEo/s1600-h/P1030248.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVuijbZctI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/suLrTkLJWEo/s400/P1030248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324783674340242130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome guys all ready to go to church.  Does everyone seem happy to be taking pictures???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVuiulfT9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/HszleNvhXj0/s1600-h/P1030244.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVuiulfT9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/HszleNvhXj0/s400/P1030244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324783677335359442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when cinnamon/orange rolls raise too many hours over night?  Boy were they yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVujAZ2VDI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/jVR6hNDXc8I/s1600-h/P1030259.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVujAZ2VDI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/jVR6hNDXc8I/s400/P1030259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324783682118374450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVujeVz3zI/AAAAAAAAA6g/vIsAYLzHims/s1600-h/P1030276.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVujeVz3zI/AAAAAAAAA6g/vIsAYLzHims/s400/P1030276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324783690154499890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had fun during multiple Easter egg hunts.  Thanks everyone for such a fun day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVvSrwtqgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/vQAKHbIs9g8/s1600-h/P1030302_edited-1.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVvSrwtqgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/vQAKHbIs9g8/s400/P1030302_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324784501210851842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute sisters!  Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVvSc4RhBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cxRKPiQgg0A/s1600-h/P1030297_edited-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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVvSc4RhBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cxRKPiQgg0A/s400/P1030297_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324784497216029714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so lucky to have Ezra, Katie and Luke visiting from South Carolina.  Aren't they a cute bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2918753634937065112?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2918753634937065112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2918753634937065112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2918753634937065112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2918753634937065112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-day.html' title='EASTER DAY!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVuijbZctI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/suLrTkLJWEo/s72-c/P1030248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5380583815853936673</id><published>2009-04-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:11:25.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Prep</title><content type='html'>Finally....the charger has been found.  Right in the spot that I put it.&lt;br /&gt;With Eric gone all week we were so glad to have him home.  We decorated eggs for Easter and the boys had fun as usual.  Beckett loved this activity.  He loved to throw the 'BALLS' into the colors.  More of his eggs ended up broken then colored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqFGIg63I/AAAAAAAAA6A/rH8-gtRqQXE/s1600-h/P1030203.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqFGIg63I/AAAAAAAAA6A/rH8-gtRqQXE/s400/P1030203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324778770213694322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqE3O_HFI/AAAAAAAAA54/pxhzAnjRxmE/s1600-h/P1030201.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqE3O_HFI/AAAAAAAAA54/pxhzAnjRxmE/s400/P1030201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324778766214306898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqEfSL7EI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-bXgDsbu0LA/s1600-h/P1030226.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqEfSL7EI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-bXgDsbu0LA/s400/P1030226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324778759785278530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqEGgmNeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CnHKgU3OEVw/s1600-h/P1030217.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqEGgmNeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CnHKgU3OEVw/s400/P1030217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324778753134835170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqEj7l7vI/AAAAAAAAA5w/tOotrMR0_t0/s1600-h/P1030233.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqEj7l7vI/AAAAAAAAA5w/tOotrMR0_t0/s400/P1030233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324778761032691442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5380583815853936673?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5380583815853936673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5380583815853936673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5380583815853936673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5380583815853936673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-prep.html' title='Easter Prep'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SeVqFGIg63I/AAAAAAAAA6A/rH8-gtRqQXE/s72-c/P1030203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1037674137387935275</id><published>2009-04-01T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:54:29.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>I have misplaced my camera battery, and consequently I have no new pictures to post.  So instead of pictures to tell our story, I thought I would delight everyone with a day in the life of Tifani.  This is for all of those people who wonder about the luxurious life of a stay at home mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Very early wake up call from Beckett.  Now when I say wake-up call from Beckett I usually mean screaming MAAAAAWWM from his crib giving me the chance to get up when I can't bear it any more.  However, the wake up call that I received today involved Beckett (who had been removed from his crib by big brother)standing in the hall with a diaper that had soaked through.  What did that kid drink???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to three screaming and crying kids at the announcement that they had a morning appointment with the bathtub.  These kids would much rather tub at night, especially on a very cold winter morning.  Screaming and crying doesn't necessarily stop at the tub.  Oh no, it continued all the way into breakfast and oh ya pretty much all day!  Let me say that the Felman boys got off to a rough start.  By 7:40 a.m. I was already pretty much done for the day.  No biggie, only 12 more hours to go!  You know it is pretty bad when the man leaves for work laughing all the way out the door.  Can't say I blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I make the kids oatmeal and I was pleased to see that Beckett is actually eating today.  I walk around the island and to my dismay I step in a pile of oatmeal.  Confused, I try to find the source because nobody is even close to the mess.  Luckily, all I had to do was follow the spattering of oatmeal to the source. None other then my great eater, Beckett.  There was oatmeal that looked as if it had been flicked everywhere.  It was in between all of the grooves of my cabinets, all over 2 chairs, the floor and pretty much anything within his range.  I learned something new about cleaning today.  Oatmeal is not so easy to clean up.  It doesn't really clean up as much as it just smooshes and spreads.  He may not have eaten but at least he had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I get Beckett and Camden all nuzzled on the couch with a movie so I can finish getting ready for the day.  With them ready to walk out the door it is now my turn.  Not too many minutes later I start to hear a little laughing, a lot of crying, a little running around, and a lot of screaming.  I come downstairs to an enormous mess.  There is play doh all over the tile in tiny pieces.  Where exactly did that come from?  There stands my baby with a pair of scissors(at least they were kid ones)in hand. We don't just leave scissors laying out, where did they come from? That might have been the tool used to cut a paper plate into about 25 pieces, scattered all over.  Beckett's hair is sopping wet and crazy as ever from the spray bottle.  The spray bottle that is located in a cupboard way above either of their heads.  What made them think of that?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We decide that we need to get out of the house, despite the fact that it is a blizzard outside.  Beckett has been a little off all morning so I decide to give him some Motrin.  I measure the amount into a syringe.  His quick little fingers grabbed it out of my hands so quickly.  Before I can get it back, he so innocently sprays the sticky Motrin all over the carpet.  We then head to my parents house for a much needed outing.  We spend a few hours at grandmas house visiting and eating lunch.  Sitting home eating Jimmie Johns is kind of like Bon Bons, right?  Lunch was eventful as usual.  Beckett spilled most of his drink down his leg.  As I was cleaning that mess up, his ketchup flipped over and spilled all down him, landing face down on the rug.  While cleaning this mess up, somehow ketchup got all over me. At least I had a tasty sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We drive home and only had to listen to Beckett screaming bloody murder the last 10 minutes of our drive.  At least he didn't fall asleep and spoil his nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aaahh, nap time.  I decide to work out while I have a few hours of peace and quiet.  During my workout, the phone rings and I stop (or so I thought) on the elliptical, as not to let the ringing wake my crazy monkeys.  I leave all of my weight on one foot but I hadn't really stopped.  Needless to say, I took a pretty good fall onto the machine and then floor.  It seriously hurts to fall when you are all grown up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get dinner started and enjoy my last quiet minutes.  Brennan comes home and off to piano and baseball.  Kids are still a little crazy and cranky but things are looking up.  Dad is coming home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kids are now asleep in bed.  Aren't they sweet!  Until tomorrow..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1037674137387935275?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1037674137387935275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1037674137387935275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1037674137387935275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1037674137387935275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-7081746726886962520</id><published>2009-03-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:13:48.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING, OR NOT!</title><content type='html'>Snow days.  Are they almost over???  Apparently not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found these pictures of Brennan and Beckett shoveling snow.  The snow is so much fun, except that....&lt;br /&gt;-I love Spring!&lt;br /&gt;-I am excited for Baseball to begin.  Games begin soon and I enjoy them so much more without the snow and cold.  Four games a week plus practices really beg for warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;-I am ready to play outside with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;-Brennan and Eric both got too much sun and look so cute with sun kissed cheeks.  I love sun kissed cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;-The sun makes me feel refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;-It is just time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ScXTYLyqeDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/FB8HqXBCow8/s1600-h/P1030116.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ScXTYLyqeDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/FB8HqXBCow8/s400/P1030116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315887347616348210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ScXTXspMmmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EyCsy_KhjMw/s1600-h/P1030113.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ScXTXspMmmI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EyCsy_KhjMw/s400/P1030113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315887339255143010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is snow really on the menu?  Welcome to "the best snow on earth".&lt;br /&gt;Let these pictures be a reminder to me that SNOW is not all bad..right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-7081746726886962520?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7081746726886962520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=7081746726886962520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7081746726886962520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7081746726886962520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-or-not.html' title='SPRING, OR NOT!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/ScXTYLyqeDI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/FB8HqXBCow8/s72-c/P1030116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3717776954854506467</id><published>2009-02-10T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:52:35.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January was a super crazy and weird month.  We had some major appreciate 'LIFE' moments.  I really think that you are put in certain places at certain times in life for a reason.  I have been left wondering why we have been in the places that we have been this last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid January, it was my day to drive carpool for preschool.  When we got there we knew something was wrong.  Long story short, our sweet Miss Wendi and her family were taken away in an ambulance from carbon monoxide poisoning.  We were really scared for them.  Five more minutes in her home and Wendi wouldn't have made it. For more information on the real dangers of carbon monoxide poisoning read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iswendiok.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major tragedy happened at Eric's work and we were once again reminded of just how fragile life is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so pleased to welcome the newest 'Fonty' to the family.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SbyR_jdBVoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GyTBwpWkadM/s1600-h/P1030066.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SbyR_jdBVoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GyTBwpWkadM/s400/P1030066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313282181425092226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayes Fontana was born on Jan. 17th.  He is such a sweet baby and it has been so much fun having a little bubba to cuddle.  (Don't anyone get the wrong idea, I am still holding strong to the 3 boys is just enough!  There is something so enjoyable about new babies, especially when you don't have to pull the all nighters and change all of the diapers.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many good things have come from a crazy month that I am grateful for the reminder to appreciate those that we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a pretty crazy month with Brennan off track and Camden on a preschool break.  With such a cold yucky month we had so much together (fighting) time inside.  Boys were meant to be running around outside! Is it Spring yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3717776954854506467?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3717776954854506467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3717776954854506467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3717776954854506467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3717776954854506467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-was-super-crazy-and-weird-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SbyR_jdBVoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GyTBwpWkadM/s72-c/P1030066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4612430332665608753</id><published>2009-01-14T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:34:24.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>We rang in the New Year with the Fontana's, Wilstead's and Hale's.  We played poker and I must say - sorry Judd for smoking you on your own table!  The kids all ran around like crazy apes.  Thank you for the fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new year I am ready to get back on track.  Some places I need to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to more Sleep - (never an easy one for me but so necessary)&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to sugar, carbs and diet coke - (Kind of went crazy on these over the holidays)&lt;br /&gt;More kiddie time - Too many holiday commitments leads to not enough time with my little ones.&lt;br /&gt;Less shopping time - With all of the home improvements and Christmas, I (or Eric) thinks I am done.&lt;br /&gt;Start organizing - Many parts of the house have been neglected.  Take one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Stop complaining -  I need to appreciate all of the great things and concentrate less on the hard stuff.  (More sleep might help with this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems so out of control sometimes.  It probably will not be slowing down any time soon.  I need to enjoy the craziness.  (Does anyone have a great method for this?) At least I can still laugh at myself.    &lt;br /&gt;I am excited for a new year.  I cannot believe how fast time flies.  Looking forward to so many more new fun memories!  Here we come 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4612430332665608753?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4612430332665608753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4612430332665608753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4612430332665608753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4612430332665608753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3720832242286744951</id><published>2009-01-13T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:17:38.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oopsie!</title><content type='html'>So picture this:&lt;br /&gt;Eric's Birthday, me and the kids making cards for dad.  We finish making cards and poster.  Me and Camden go downstairs to decorate.  It is almost 6:00, and Eric's family is coming at 7:00.  I leave Beckett upstairs in his room playing happily.  His big brother Brennan is up there with him as well.  We start decorating.  I hear Brennan yelling, "Mom come here quick, Beckett cut his head, there is blood everywhere!".  &lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the panic in his voice that something is definately wrong.  Drop the decorations and run upstairs.  I find Beckett in the computer room (he can now open doors).  I grab my bloody baby and head downstairs to clean up blood.  I get a towel to clean up blood but no matter where I wipe it comes back just as fast.  Finally, I find the source of the wound and it is not so big but pretty deep.  When I get the bleeding under control I tell Brennan to call Heidi to come over and give me her opinion.  I tell him to be calm when he calls.  I hear Brennan on the phone with Heidi, "Beckett cut his head open with a knife and we need you over here!"  Click.  &lt;br /&gt;Actually, Beckett had cut himself on the keyboard drawer on our computer desk.  It has a nasty metal edge and we aren't quite sure if he fell into it or stood up to it but he got it pretty good.  &lt;br /&gt;With Heidi's opinion agreeing with mine I take Beck to instacare.  Leaving the house half decorated and not quite ready for a party.  Eric's family still comes over but now Eric is hosting his own party.  Sorry babe!  Beckett ends up with 3 stitches, not too bad for all of the blood and drama.  We make it back home by 7:30 just in time to light the candles on the cake.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2fa11eQ3I/AAAAAAAAA44/-arIyE7SPOg/s1600-h/P1030017.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2fa11eQ3I/AAAAAAAAA44/-arIyE7SPOg/s400/P1030017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291060420706976626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett gets home and runs directly for his chair because he is super hungry.  He feasts on a cupcake, and then goes for dinner.  He couldn't shove it down fast enough.  He was such a little trooper!  I felt mostly bad for the 5 shots he had to get in his head.  Shots are not fun!  They wrapped him up in a papoose.  Once the shots kicked in he almost fell asleep while being stitched up.  What a trooper he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2XmR9KMxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/31qgxo2n07s/s1600-h/P1030019.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2XmR9KMxI/AAAAAAAAA4w/31qgxo2n07s/s400/P1030019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291051821140947730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wound is now healing well.  The carpet in the computer room, well, that is another story.  Didn't get to that until after party guests had left!  Oopsie!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Eric had a rough birthday with old man back pains and hosting his own party.  We made it up to him with a fun night out w/ good food and friends. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry Heidi and others for the shocking info. from Brennan about a knife.  He was so scared when he saw all of that blood.  (His active imagination decided it could only be a wound from a knife-that's my boy)  Brennan was so nervous during the cleanup that he couldn't stop pacing.    So glad to have such a helpful big boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3720832242286744951?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3720832242286744951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3720832242286744951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3720832242286744951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3720832242286744951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/oopsie.html' title='Oopsie!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2fa11eQ3I/AAAAAAAAA44/-arIyE7SPOg/s72-c/P1030017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2515491046507625101</id><published>2009-01-06T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:40:16.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2UvpKmSII/AAAAAAAAA4g/HuPjGOjyfg4/s1600-h/P1030013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2UvpKmSII/AAAAAAAAA4g/HuPjGOjyfg4/s400/P1030013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291048683455268994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish my sweetie a very Happy Birthday.  We had a crazy day and Eric got a chance to host his own party (details to follow in next post).  Sorry for the bummer night.  At least you had some yummy cake, (and a fun weekend night out w/friends at Ruth's Chris).  It is weird to think that I have known Eric for 20 years.  That really makes us old.  He just keeps getting better every year.  I love so many things about him and I am so glad to have him as my partner/best friend.  Can't wait for the next 20 years!  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2515491046507625101?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2515491046507625101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2515491046507625101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2515491046507625101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2515491046507625101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-babe.html' title='Happy Birthday Babe!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SW2UvpKmSII/AAAAAAAAA4g/HuPjGOjyfg4/s72-c/P1030013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3652000569505182658</id><published>2008-12-27T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:30:40.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-DAY WISHES!</title><content type='html'>After a long blogging break, I have some B-day catching up to do.  Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn - My sweet mother-in-law.  What can I say.  She takes such good care of the people she loves.  She is the most thoughtful person.  I am so glad to have stumbled upon this sweet woman and her cute son!  Thanks for all that you do for us.  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryse - My baby sis, who is not such a baby anymore.  Do you have any idea how old you make me feel?  I am so glad to have my sweet sis live so close to me.  Thanks for all of the fun last minute shopping excursions.  You always make them so much fun.  Happy Birthday to my sweet hair dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - My cute mom has had another year pass and who would ever know it.  You still act like you are 21 and I love it.  You have so much life in you, who would ever guess you were getting so old?  You always make me laugh.  Thanks for all you do for my kids.  I know that they would rather spend time with their fun Grandma then their boring mom.  So glad that they have you in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Addy - Happy Birthday to my little Addy.  I can't believe she is already 5. She is always so entertaining.  I am so glad that Camden has his little 'Soul Buddy'.  These kids are really two peas in a pod.  I love sharing our little girly moments because I really need them sometimes.   Looking forward to many more memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcpQOEItbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K2eyH0-W90o/s1600-h/P1030002_edited-1.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcpQOEItbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K2eyH0-W90o/s400/P1030002_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284738046372656562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bevyn - I can't believe you are already one.  You are such a sweet little baby.  It is so fun to see my kid loving sister raise a kid of her own.  I love your big smile and long fingers.  Can't wait for many girly moments to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3652000569505182658?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3652000569505182658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3652000569505182658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3652000569505182658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3652000569505182658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/b-day-wishes.html' title='B-DAY WISHES!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcpQOEItbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K2eyH0-W90o/s72-c/P1030002_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-343328227954387947</id><published>2008-12-26T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:06:31.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, is it normal to never get good pictures of your kids?  I just wanted one picture of the kids in their Christmas jammies.  This is the best I got.  At least they are all looking at the camera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXbWf7kiZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ChP7tmh3UaQ/s1600-h/P1020972_edited-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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXbWf7kiZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ChP7tmh3UaQ/s400/P1020972_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284370917364107666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such an enjoyable Christmas this year.  It just gets better and better every year.  I was absolutely mesmorized with the excitement of my kids.  I think I was the most surprised by Beckett.  He loved getting presents.  He would open one present and would not want to open any more.  We would persuade him to open another and then he would love that even more then the last.  He was so cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf6e9rksI/AAAAAAAAA4M/S5LKZU9QWao/s1600-h/P1020990.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf6e9rksI/AAAAAAAAA4M/S5LKZU9QWao/s400/P1020990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727777347211970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf5uLuX8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/gZwm-fs_N_A/s1600-h/P1020983.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf5uLuX8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/gZwm-fs_N_A/s400/P1020983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727764252778434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden got the much anticipated telescope.  One big problem, hard to find stars when it never stops snowing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf5NVt8jI/AAAAAAAAA38/2EOrrl1L9vY/s1600-h/P1020982.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf5NVt8jI/AAAAAAAAA38/2EOrrl1L9vY/s400/P1020982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727755436323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first BB gun.  This was a gift chosen by Daddy.  After all, the box does say you have to be 8+, or wait doesn't it say 16+.  Oh well, Brennan is convinced that you have to be 8 to have a BB gun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf43JNmMI/AAAAAAAAA30/5u-kt6zRvnI/s1600-h/P1020956.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVcf43JNmMI/AAAAAAAAA30/5u-kt6zRvnI/s400/P1020956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284727749478291650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notice the Christmas skull jammies.  Love them!)  The kids got way too much stuff, even though we were scaling back....  I can't believe that Christmas is already over.  Amazing how fast time flies.  We are so lucky for everything that we have.  We are so lucky for all of the wonderful people in our lives!  Thank you for the impact you all have on our lives.  Thank you for all of the fun Christmas cards.  (For the 2nd year I have not sent out cards. Who knows, we could still end up sending New Years greetings!)  Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-343328227954387947?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/343328227954387947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=343328227954387947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/343328227954387947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/343328227954387947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXbWf7kiZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ChP7tmh3UaQ/s72-c/P1020972_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6020000589745677816</id><published>2008-12-26T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:30:14.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARK CHRISTMAS PARTY</title><content type='html'>Thanks Cheryse for having the party at your house.  You are a great hostess and the kids had a blast with the houses.  I loved the cute and creative poem that you made about our quirky family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXagks_e6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/7H39OA8y4QE/s1600-h/P1020914.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXagks_e6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/7H39OA8y4QE/s400/P1020914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284369990932200354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get any good pictures but it was good spending time with the whole fam.  Hope your childless house is still standing after our crazy monkeys left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXage1R-WI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BGqYEt5Kbs8/s1600-h/P1020919.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXage1R-WI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BGqYEt5Kbs8/s400/P1020919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284369989356353890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXagEBSx0I/AAAAAAAAA3M/Ur2o0V5fL1c/s1600-h/P1020912.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXagEBSx0I/AAAAAAAAA3M/Ur2o0V5fL1c/s400/P1020912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284369982158980930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6020000589745677816?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6020000589745677816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6020000589745677816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6020000589745677816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6020000589745677816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/park-christmas-party.html' title='PARK CHRISTMAS PARTY'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXagks_e6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/7H39OA8y4QE/s72-c/P1020914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2719747268893483480</id><published>2008-12-26T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:22:26.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER STUFF</title><content type='html'>CANDY MAKING NIGHT WITH THE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY7_L6uEI/AAAAAAAAA3E/hupSLC7hBdg/s1600-h/P1020895.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY7_L6uEI/AAAAAAAAA3E/hupSLC7hBdg/s400/P1020895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284368262874445890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our annual candy making night with mom and the Park girls.  We were so glad to have Katie and Spencer there. Notice Ezra joining in on the sampling of some of the goods.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY7iabmyI/AAAAAAAAA28/hnCxoJWQJsI/s1600-h/P1020887.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY7iabmyI/AAAAAAAAA28/hnCxoJWQJsI/s400/P1020887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284368255150693154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, candy making would never be quite the same without my funny mom.  This is the after math of some caramel...  We wouldn't know what to do if we didn't have a few catastrophes in the kitchen.  This night was no exception.  Always good to have some fun and laughs with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND GRADE CHRISTMAS PERFORMANCE&lt;br /&gt;At the first of December I got a call from Brennan's teacher.  She asked me if I thought Brennan would do a Narrator part for their Christmas performance.  She informed me that she had already asked him and he told her no thanks.  Of course I told her that he would be more than willing to do it.  Needless to say, after much coaxing he agreed to do it.  He did such a great job and he actually sang(for the first time ever in public).  It was a very proud mom moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY7RRXzOI/AAAAAAAAA20/OmxFy4MHApk/s1600-h/P1020884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY7RRXzOI/AAAAAAAAA20/OmxFy4MHApk/s400/P1020884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284368250549292258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so funny about the weirdest things.  He refused to wear khaki's and a button up shirt.  I got him to put a button up shirt over his skull shirt.  I have learned that sometimes compromise is as good as it gets with little ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY69ADXoI/AAAAAAAAA2s/VCHcSRVyyGY/s1600-h/P1020883_edited-1.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY69ADXoI/AAAAAAAAA2s/VCHcSRVyyGY/s400/P1020883_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284368245107940994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2719747268893483480?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2719747268893483480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2719747268893483480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2719747268893483480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2719747268893483480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-stuff.html' title='DECEMBER STUFF'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXY7_L6uEI/AAAAAAAAA3E/hupSLC7hBdg/s72-c/P1020895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4201855434329546443</id><published>2008-12-26T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:59:10.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 5 in Utah???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXWUtDHiEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t2gdH-J3IQI/s1600-h/P1020771.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/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXWUtDHiEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t2gdH-J3IQI/s400/P1020771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284365388967544898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would guess that we would still be raking leaves in December.  Been a little busy so just trying to catch up on posts.  Much has changed in respect to the weather.  We have had so much snow. Is it Spring yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4201855434329546443?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4201855434329546443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4201855434329546443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4201855434329546443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4201855434329546443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-5-in-utah.html' title='December 5 in Utah???'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SVXWUtDHiEI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t2gdH-J3IQI/s72-c/P1020771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4953455146335957107</id><published>2008-11-18T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:22:58.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNb1g1QA5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/IcKvMCC2_ls/s1600-h/P1020699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNb1g1QA5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/IcKvMCC2_ls/s320/P1020699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270156963858088850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Grandma had a hot date with Brennan and Camden to go to Disney on Ice.  We rode Trax (Tammy's idea), the kids loved it.  I had been so sick that day but I was determined not to cancel my date.  The boys had so much fun (even though the big one didn't think he would).  I am enjoying the last few years of magical enjoyment from Brennan.  I know this will be ending way too soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNb1ZqY_TI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TM6Ufl6kUr4/s1600-h/P1020698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNb1ZqY_TI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TM6Ufl6kUr4/s320/P1020698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270156961933491506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4953455146335957107?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4953455146335957107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4953455146335957107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4953455146335957107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4953455146335957107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-date.html' title='Hot Date'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNb1g1QA5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/IcKvMCC2_ls/s72-c/P1020699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5956357391651165180</id><published>2008-11-18T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:17:22.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>We had a fun Halloween.  It started with an exciting night of carving pumpkins.  Didn't really get too many pictures.  Beckett joined right in....actually he was the only Felman kid that was not afraid of pumpkin guts.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNTEn9PA9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/I9gloWby4P0/s1600-h/P1020646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNTEn9PA9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/I9gloWby4P0/s320/P1020646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270147327864013778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our scary monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNZ3kK9n9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/tcAMELbvunI/s1600-h/P1020674_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNZ3kK9n9I/AAAAAAAAAnI/tcAMELbvunI/s320/P1020674_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270154800090947538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNZ22M_NvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3K8yzKHl-uk/s1600-h/P1020656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNZ22M_NvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3K8yzKHl-uk/s320/P1020656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270154787751409394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNZ0nCI6VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MukCzmmiv3A/s1600-h/P1020651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNZ0nCI6VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MukCzmmiv3A/s320/P1020651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270154749319637330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our annual neighbor soup night and then sent the kids out trick or treating.  The kids got way too much candy. But....we left them with babysitters for the weekend while we went to Vegas with the Wilsteads!  Thanks Rachelle and Jer for spending the weekend with our sugared up kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5956357391651165180?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5956357391651165180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5956357391651165180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5956357391651165180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5956357391651165180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SSNTEn9PA9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/I9gloWby4P0/s72-c/P1020646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-846240368902077733</id><published>2008-10-25T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:07:48.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_esme.jpg" width="200" border ="0" height="300" alt="I'm a Esme! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are thoughtful and care very deeply for your family.  A loving home is of great &lt;br /&gt;importance to you and you always try to make people feel welcome.  Although you have a great capacity to love, you also have a great capacity to hurt, so at times you can be &lt;br /&gt;sensitive.  You're firm when you need to be, but people trust your judgment and &lt;br /&gt;appreciate the kind way you always handle things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-846240368902077733?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/846240368902077733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=846240368902077733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/846240368902077733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/846240368902077733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8004888050612545338</id><published>2008-10-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:27:46.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Casey!</title><content type='html'>Casey is one of my oldest friends (no pun intended). I am so excited that she will now join me in the 33's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Birthday she brought me some of her favorite things so in that spirit I gave her some of my favorite things. I thought that was such a great idea because some of her favorite things are now some of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She is the first recipient of a book that I will be giving out for Christmas this year. Unlike Oprah I couldn't wait to share this favorite thing for Christmas so I decided to try it out on Casey because I am just too excited.  Some friends and I had a cookbook made of only our favorite and most requested recipes. Sorry to let the secret out of the bag...some of you may be seeing this favorite thing very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Of course, she needed a gift card to the movies. She is now part of my girls movie night entourage....so glad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I made a trip to my favorite 'place of Sweet Surprises' DIPPIDEE in American Fork today to give her a sampler of some of my favorite sweets. Thanks to my good friend Michelle for introducing this little delight when Beckett was born. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate covered cinnamon bears is the last of my favorites for this year. I don't really love chocolate but for some reason these have become my recent addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite things about Casey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She is one of the funniest people.  We can find enjoyment in some of the strangest ways.  She is one of the few people that doesn't hesitate to join me on any of my crazy adventures.&lt;br /&gt;-She is super reliable.  Always where she says she will be and always on time.  That is such an important quality to me.  I love reliable!&lt;br /&gt;-She always looks great!  She is so put together all of the time.  Cute clothes, cute shoes, perfect makeup, hair just right, so stylish!  I think I could use some lessons from you.&lt;br /&gt;-She has the best handwriting.  Weird, I know, but her handwriting is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;-She is a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;-She does it all.  I am always amazed at how well she juggles being a mom and working full time.  I realize how difficult that is and she is great at finding the balance.&lt;br /&gt;-She is so creative.  She is so good at card making/scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to have Casey as my friend.  I hope you had a great birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-8004888050612545338?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8004888050612545338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8004888050612545338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8004888050612545338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8004888050612545338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-casey.html' title='Happy Birthday Casey!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5088699860426127547</id><published>2008-10-21T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:04:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY.......</title><content type='html'>This last week has been an extremely humbling week for me. I feel like I have regained some perspective on my life. Sometimes I forget just how lucky I am. This week served as a reminder of what to be grateful for TODAY! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW ARRIVAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Heidi had baby Sidney on Oct. 12. She had a rough start and had to have a week long stay in the NICU. I am so grateful that things turned around for them and she is now home and healthy. It was a tough week for their family but they have now made it through. I am so amazed at the strength of Heidi's family. We are glad to have you all back home. I am so grateful for healthy kids all around me. I think sometimes I take that for granted. Not TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SP64kcT-_QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/adcb4R7hMjA/s1600-h/10_19_Park_Raymond_jpg_20081019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259844351030131970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SP64kcT-_QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/adcb4R7hMjA/s320/10_19_Park_Raymond_jpg_20081019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week my Uncle Ray passed away.  This was quite a surprise.  Today we attended his funeral and it was such a great reminder of how precious life is.  What a great celebration of his life.  His good friend and his daughter shared so many great memories of his life.  It had been way too many years since I have been to Rush Valley, Utah.  About 20 minutes before we arrived I was all out bawling.  I have so many fond memories of this town and mostly fond memories of the family we would visit there.  Ray had such an enthusiasm for life.  Every time I think of Ray I will remember his laugh and ever present smile.  What a sad sight to see Larry on his horse leading Ray's empty horse behind the hearse.  I am so sad for his sweet family and I pray that they will be comforted at this hard time.  Life is too short sometimes, and I need to appreciate the people I love a little more every day.  TODAY is a great place to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our drive home Eric and I talked about how many people were there to offer their condolences.  What great memories and what a wonderful legacy he has left behind.  What a way to leave this life.  What will our legacy be?  We need to work harder to build those memories and relationships.  We need to work harder to touch the lives of other people.  We will start working on that TODAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lucky for everything good in my life TODAY!  &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/523057472771904524-5088699860426127547?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5088699860426127547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5088699860426127547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5088699860426127547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5088699860426127547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='TODAY.......'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SP64kcT-_QI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/adcb4R7hMjA/s72-c/10_19_Park_Raymond_jpg_20081019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-850242001069000105</id><published>2008-10-15T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:44:49.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to catch up on!</title><content type='html'>Brennan's Birthday Party/Spy Academy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPayEwK6DyI/AAAAAAAAAls/t-8DmoX6cjc/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257585409721503522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPayEwK6DyI/AAAAAAAAAls/t-8DmoX6cjc/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Brennan's B-day party I told him he could pick anything he wanted to do. He did not want to go to any fun places. He just wanted to stay home and have a treasure hunt. I was really looking forward to having someone else do most of the work for the party. We decided to have a spy party. When the kids first got there I had them put on some different spy gear and I took pictures of them to put on their spy badges. The kids all had a fun time searching the house to unravel the next clue. (Kind of like a treasure hunt?) Their search ended with finding a TOP SECRET can. (Thanks Casey for the fun idea!) The Top Secret can was actually the party favors all canned so nicely at the cannery. This ended up being a great way to avoid a huge mess at my house! Spencer B. spent the remainder of the night scaling our fence with all of his spy gear and calling himself "James Bond". Every so often we would see 'James' pointing the laser pointer through the back window. It was pretty cute. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257584172742892226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPaw8wEOWsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/vzuw6YuMEOM/s400/P1020300_edited-1.JPG" width="104" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of Tyson in his spy gear. By far my favorite picture of the day! And no, those are not really his teeth! But that really is his mustache.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BRENNAN'S BAPTISM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brennan was Baptized last Saturday with one of his best friend's Samuel. What a proud day for us. He is such a cute kid. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582522193206738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPavcrSg3dI/AAAAAAAAAkk/P9lGJ5hdI0Q/s400/P1020429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took a picture of the family on our way out the door. I just had to include a pic of my boys all dressed up in their suits. Thanks to everyone who came and supported Brennan on this special day. We are so lucky to have such wonderful family and friends. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582518894117938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPavce_8xDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Drxc7trn1R4/s400/P1020418_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE BIG 30 OH-NO!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582538026570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPavdmRe0pI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7ia5f1ruwew/s400/P1020446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy 30th Birthday to my BFF and sister in law. Here are some of the things I love about Tammy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is so laid back. Even after a crazy adventure with crazy children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She makes me laugh all of the time. Seriously, all of the time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is a great mom, wife, sister, friend, cousin, you name it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is my treat buddy! If you ever need a snack, just look in her purse. We are dangerous together, but don't tell the Erics'!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is my movie partner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is thoughtful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is so smart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is an all around enjoyable person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for sharing your special day with Brennan! We love you TAM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHELLE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257604213764239042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPbDLSsDrsI/AAAAAAAAAl8/auL293PBexo/s400/Picture+077-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't wait to celebrate your BDAY with a murder mystery!!!!!  Who knows, maybe I did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I love about my sis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has the best SMILE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gives me so many funny things to laugh at!  It is not just because you are a true blonde, well...maybe that's why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really loves my kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a great mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so passionate about things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so supportive of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cares a lot about me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She idolizes me : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so lucky to have such a wonderful sister that is also my friend.  Thank you for all you do for me.  You are my constant life saver!  I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONOR ROLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPaw8MC90pI/AAAAAAAAAk8/IfnSbXwfm44/s1600-h/P1020452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257584163073938066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPaw8MC90pI/AAAAAAAAAk8/IfnSbXwfm44/s400/P1020452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brennan was on the Honor Roll this month. I was able to attend an assembly where they presented him with his medal. I am so proud of him for working so hard at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT I FOUND UPSTAIRS TONIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric has been out of town and I am kind of at the end of my mommy rope! Evy and Sharee stopped by for a few minutes and I told Brennan to put Beckett in bed and for all the boys to GO TO BED! I was standing by the door talking to them and the boys were relentlessly yelling down for me to cuddle. CUDDLE! CUDDLE! CUDDLE! I was getting so frustrated that I told them no stories. So the girls leave and I head upstairs to cuddle, I am sure with a grimace on my face. I walk up the stairs and see Camden's light on, AAAGH! So I check Beckett's room, no baby? I go into Brennan's dark room and this is what I find..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPaw8Q3I-CI/AAAAAAAAAlE/siHkRzs_xUs/s1600-h/P1020479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257584164366514210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPaw8Q3I-CI/AAAAAAAAAlE/siHkRzs_xUs/s400/P1020479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No wonder they wanted me to cuddle so bad. They are all cuddled up in Brennan's bed and Beckett is playing the Game Boy (which is turned off!). Beckett couldn't be happier then to be in bed with the big boys. It was all I needed to be suckered into storytime anyway! I LOVE THESE BOYS!! I needed that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-850242001069000105?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/850242001069000105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=850242001069000105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/850242001069000105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/850242001069000105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-to-catch-up-on.html' title='So much to catch up on!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SPayEwK6DyI/AAAAAAAAAls/t-8DmoX6cjc/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6476688164007642744</id><published>2008-09-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:48:12.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SN2uQnq0mbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oYfwExSXjgc/s1600-h/P1020221_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250544341133597106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SN2uQnq0mbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oYfwExSXjgc/s400/P1020221_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 8th Birthday to my sweet Brennan!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not seem like it has been 8 years since this child was born.  I was so nervous and excited 8 years ago to meet him.  Our first baby.  What would he look like, would he be healthy, would I be a good mom, would he have an enormous head, would he look like his daddy, was I ready to be responsible for a little person?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Warning....this post could be a little long.  This is one of those lengthy posts for the purpose of capturing a memory.  Too bad it only took me 8 years to capture this one.......  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would he look like?&lt;/strong&gt;  Well I was a little shocked about how he looked (at first that is)!  Let's just say that we had both been through a lot.  Pictures of either one of us will confirm that.  Days past his due date and after too many hours of forced labor (with an epidural that had fallen out).  We ended up with a c-section.  Now let's just say that a c-section was not in the plan.  Having 1 epidural and 2 spinal taps and almost being put asleep to have a baby was not in the plan.  Going PAST my due date and being induced was not in the plan.  Looking like a beached whale was not in the plan.  I really like to have things planned!  Tifani likes to know what to expect with most things in her life.  This was a good reality check for (a planner) having a child.   At least if I couldn't plan for a c-section I could have a baby that did not have to go through the rigorous task of child birth.................yeah right!  After all, don't all c-section babies have perfect little heads?  Let's just say that I don't believe I have ever seen such a beat up child. (Sophia may be in contention...)  When Eric brought the little screamer over to me the first thing out of my mouth was...."Eric, I think he has your lip"! (Still funny in the middle of surgery!!)  He had a lip that looked like he had been part of a boxing match.   Luckily his head was covered with a cap - who knows what would have come out of my mouth then.  He had such a large cone on his head (I guess that happens when a soft baby skull is being pounded against a pelvic bone that wasn't budging for a very long time), not to mention the large bump on his forehead from the vacuum that was required to dislodge his skull from said bone.  It is weird how this little beat up stranger could have been love at first sight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that I could have prepared myself for this unbelievable Spiritual experience in my life.  This experience paved the way for my excitement to meet my other two children for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he be healthy?&lt;/strong&gt;  We have been so blessed with the health of this child.  He has an immune system like his dad.  Lucky for him.  I pray that this will continue.  He is such a strong and healthy boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would I be a good mom?&lt;/strong&gt;  I try...........  The one thing I was the least prepared for about motherhood is the amount of guilt I feel on a regular basis.  It doesn't matter how much I try, I never quite feel like I am doing enough.  What an enormous responsibility to try to raise another human being.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he have an enormous head?&lt;/strong&gt;  After months of nightmares about a 2 year old head on a newborn ...my worst fears were only slightly confirmed.  When the doctor said "he has a big square head like his daddy"  I could only smile.  After more than our fair share of "noggin shirts", I am happy to report that a big head fits perfectly on a very oversized child.  Who would have known.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he look like his daddy?&lt;/strong&gt;  Other then a few facial features that may have come from me, he looks just like his daddy.  He looks just right!  Wouldn't change a thing, even the brillo pad hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we are 8 years later and who would have guessed?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I love about Brennan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love his huge dimples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love his sense of humor.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love his take on life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how obsessed he gets with things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can win any game he plays.  He seriously beats me at almost every game.  Not to mention his unusual gift at smack talk.  He didn't stand a chance on that one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love his sweet soft side.  This is something that he reserves only for a select few.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our late night talks.  This is the only time it seems that I ever get info out of him.  Wonder who he gets this from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the pride I feel as his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is amazing at sports.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes me laugh when he runs.  Cheryse gave the best analogy when she said he runs like Luigi from Mario brothers.  Hey, it is working, right?  In his defense, it is a little harder to run when your body is almost double the size that it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love everything about this child even the strong will that sometimes makes me crazy.  Wonder where he gets that from?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Baby!  We love you so much.&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/523057472771904524-6476688164007642744?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6476688164007642744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6476688164007642744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6476688164007642744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6476688164007642744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-big-birthday-boy.html' title='My Big Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SN2uQnq0mbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oYfwExSXjgc/s72-c/P1020221_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6432561779291006752</id><published>2008-09-21T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:44:14.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Funnies..........or not so Funny!</title><content type='html'>Brennan has a birthday coming up and he is insistent that he wants the AT-TE from the new Star Wars movie. I told him that we will not be buying him that $100 toy since he already has the AT-AT that is almost exactly the same(or so I think). He decided that maybe some people can go in on it for his Birthday and he can use his own money for this toy. (I know what a mean mom. Nothing like paying way too much for a toy that you already have. Not to mention where would we store said vehicle when we are already up to our ears in very large Star Wars ships?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Brennan was at Grandma Felman's house last week she asked what he would like for his Birthday. He tells her about the AT-TE that is $100. She tells him that she would be willing to put her money toward that toy. So my sweet child asks her how much she will spend. Grandma tells him that she usually budgets $40-$50 for Birthdays. Brennan, doing the math, says "do you think you can budget $60-$70 this year?". Seriously? Grandma F. please let me apologize for my child. I am sure he learned that from his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Camden is climbing on Eric and I overhear him so randomly and seriously ask...........&lt;br /&gt;Dad, why are you so furry?&lt;br /&gt;Eric (laughing) asks what he means?&lt;br /&gt;Camden proceeds to ask Eric why he has fur everywhere...on his face, on his neck, on his arms.&lt;br /&gt;Fur? Yes this is our animal lover. P.S. Eric, I like your face when it is less furry too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6432561779291006752?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6432561779291006752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6432561779291006752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6432561779291006752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6432561779291006752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-kids.html' title='Random Funnies..........or not so Funny!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2148726395569068693</id><published>2008-09-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:43:18.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bug Boy!</title><content type='html'>I never paid too much attention to these little bugs...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SNHWqJ1v_9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/FkvBDts2SJU/s1600-h/P1020126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247211060547551186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SNHWqJ1v_9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/FkvBDts2SJU/s400/P1020126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until this year of course, thanks to Camden. Beginning in the Spring, I started finding handfuls of these bugs in Camden's hands daily. I quickly bought a bug catcher for him. Let's just say that was the best $5 ever spent. He would catch at least 50 of these "pill " bugs a day. The first day he filled the bug catcher and hesitantly left it outside for the night. First thing in the morning Camden ran outside to check on his bugs. He came in so upset. This was our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Cam: "Mom, why are all of my bugs dead? I am so mad."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Probably because you didn't feed them."&lt;br /&gt;2nd morning- same drill except with a new set of bugs.&lt;br /&gt;Cam: "Mom, you lied to me."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What did I lie to you about?"&lt;br /&gt;Cam: "My potato bugs are all dead again."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It is because you need to feed them."&lt;br /&gt;Cam: "I did feed them."&lt;br /&gt;Me: (surprised) " What did you feed them."&lt;br /&gt;Cam: "I gave them Froot Loops and some Fruit Snacks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we 'googled' potato bugs to find out what they eat. To my surprise we found potato bugs but they were not the potato bugs I always knew and loved(the picture looked nothing like the one you will see pictured above). We found out that they are really called "pill bugs". We still have trouble keeping pill bugs alive but the fun of catching them never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SNHWqtYcWLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/0F0StR1aQv8/s1600-h/P1020110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247211070088304818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SNHWqtYcWLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/0F0StR1aQv8/s400/P1020110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can pretty much find Camden at any time in a crouched position located around some dirt searching for bugs. Camden likes all bugs. His favorite thing to do is to go to a field with Dad and Brennan and catch grasshoppers and such. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One big rule I have is 'NO BUGS ALLOWED IN THE HOUSE'! Once he got past the initial disappointment, Camden has been pretty good with this rule, with a few exceptions. I have found pill bugs in his pant pockets, the dryer, the car, the neighbors truck and oh ya, the house. One night I came upon a little surprise in my kitchen. Pill bugs, pill bugs everywhere. At least 20-25 roly poly's on my kitchen table and floor.  I have never realized how many pill bugs there are in this world.  If you start to look a little more closely at the ground you may be surprised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247211657125444706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SNHXM4RAPGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/2isGlAF1_5k/s400/P1020133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; If you see Camden with a hand in his pocket you may want to ask him to empty them.  He has been known to have a pill bug or two crawling down his leg in the middle of ANYWHERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the part of my ALL BOY life that I might never really be a part of.  Who knows, I did catch a dragonfly and a grasshopper. (after much begging and dad at work, although I did manage to do this without touching a bug)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2148726395569068693?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2148726395569068693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2148726395569068693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2148726395569068693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2148726395569068693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bug-boy.html' title='My Bug Boy!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SNHWqJ1v_9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/FkvBDts2SJU/s72-c/P1020126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-7416796239052332001</id><published>2008-08-21T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:41:11.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2ND GRADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK5CIEKhGWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HBMc4P8GtHE/s1600-h/P1020106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237196123002706274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK5CIEKhGWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HBMc4P8GtHE/s400/P1020106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having such a hard time believing that Brennan is now in the 2nd grade.  School has begun and Brennan was so excited that he woke up at 6:00 on his first day!  He came home with a paper puzzle that was filled with information about him.  One of the pieces said to list 2 words that describe him.  The two words we wrote were 'toll' and 'hamsim'.  It took me a minute to figure out what this was.   I asked him about these words and he smiled and said "I think I spelled tall wrong".   I was laughing so hard that those were the words he chose.  Tall and handsome.  I think we have been brainwashing him!  Might we be a little biased.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-7416796239052332001?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7416796239052332001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=7416796239052332001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7416796239052332001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7416796239052332001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-grade.html' title='2ND GRADE'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK5CIEKhGWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HBMc4P8GtHE/s72-c/P1020106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1353129385972745323</id><published>2008-08-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:32:35.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL!</title><content type='html'>We have had a major Birthday week. I just wanted to wish a Happy B-day to some very important people in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIDI B. - She turned the Big 3-0! Finally she joins the thirty something group! I am so grateful to have her as my friend. She is ALWAYS there for me. I am so lucky to have her in my life. I am glad we could have a fun night out to celebrate this big event. What would I do without you (hint, hint, you can't move)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDMA BURBANK -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237192122631798402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK4-fNnxPoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/yDNkbslmSYo/s400/P1020083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky to have such a thoughtful fun Grandma. She is my Grandma by marriage but I feel like she has been my Grandma all of my life. Thank you for all of the fun memories that you have made. You have built a wonderful heritage. I am so glad we could come visit and spend some time with you on your big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FONTY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237192124249341298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK4-fTpa_XI/AAAAAAAAAjk/kcZRsJm294s/s400/P1020090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd Eric. Thanks for a fun night out with our BFF's. We are never short on laughs when we are together. I am so glad to have such good friends that are our family as well. Loved the donut tower! Happy B-Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GAGE- I can't believe you are only 6! You seem like you have been six forever. You are such a fun little boy. I love what a sweetheart that you are! You are seriously the best kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EMILY- I wanted to wish you a HAPPY DAY but instead your mom answered the phone and told me that you have had your baby Sophie! What an amazing Birthday present it will be when she can come home to her MOM! My thoughts and prayers have been with you and Sophie.  I wish I wasn't so far away. Hang in there! Congrats on girl #3. 3 is not such a bad number!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1353129385972745323?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1353129385972745323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1353129385972745323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1353129385972745323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1353129385972745323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-all.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK4-fNnxPoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/yDNkbslmSYo/s72-c/P1020083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1698158771544488972</id><published>2008-08-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:10:22.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAVE WE DONE?</title><content type='html'>That is what I kept saying in my head when I came home to this mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46eVlX-1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/KzEEawvuF04/s1600-h/P1020076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237187709542857554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46eVlX-1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/KzEEawvuF04/s400/P1020076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my house amid construction.  I seriously did not know where to start when I walked in.  Not to mention that our central vacuum broke that same day (how convenient). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46e6jgYOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/d-Vit2FEC1s/s1600-h/P1020082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237187719467131106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46e6jgYOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/d-Vit2FEC1s/s400/P1020082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46fJnn4VI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9ezqEUhnR_Y/s1600-h/P1020077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237187723510931794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46fJnn4VI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9ezqEUhnR_Y/s400/P1020077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46fW2kDTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2v7LkTWGTWg/s1600-h/P1020082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237187704277880306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46eB-GzfI/AAAAAAAAAis/8RzhdGmX-R4/s400/P1020080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I really don't think these pictures do the mess enough justice.  Well, maybe it is a small indicator when you can't even get a clear picture because the particles of dust won't stop falling!  Every part of my main level was covered like this.  I am so ready to be done with this mess.  We pretty much have no where to sit, eat, play, you get the picture.  We are in the middle of painting and I am getting so excited.  Then the REAL cleanup begins.  I actually can't wait for that!&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/523057472771904524-1698158771544488972?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1698158771544488972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1698158771544488972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1698158771544488972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1698158771544488972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-have-we-done.html' title='WHAT HAVE WE DONE?'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SK46eVlX-1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/KzEEawvuF04/s72-c/P1020076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-940312934714881674</id><published>2008-08-04T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:54:47.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Memory Game</title><content type='html'>Let's play:&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you can't say anything nice, don't comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-940312934714881674?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/940312934714881674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=940312934714881674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/940312934714881674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/940312934714881674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-memory-game.html' title='My Favorite Memory Game'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2327637310120171870</id><published>2008-07-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:28:15.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where has my little blog gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right here, just where I left it. Boy have I been a slacker.... or just incredibly busy and in need of normal sleep hours. Here's a quick recap of some of the events of the last few months. (I actually started this update on July 1, I am finishing it tonight, and now updating the update as of today. Bear with an abnormally long and probably quite boring post of the last four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baseball-&lt;/strong&gt; Brennan did great and he learned a lot. So did I! I learned that my future will include way too much time at the baseball field. I really can't lie, I loved every minute of it. Now I just need to learn how to throw a ball to practice with kids. A very girly girl never learns to throw a ball and ends up having three boys, go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Cleaning&lt;/strong&gt;- That one speaks for itself....aargh! Would have felt better if the outside windows had been cleaned after we were hit with so many rain storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concrete&lt;/strong&gt;- Eric's three year old toy has finally made its way out of the huge boxes in the garage and into a slab of concrete in our back yard. Almost three years ago Eric had to buy the biggest adjustable Basketball hoop for our yard. Due to unforeseen investments and too much money tied up, we had to keep his baby in our garage. We spent about two weeks neck deep in concrete for a Basketball court, batting cage, and replacing our driveway(that one hurt, would rather buy new furniture). The boys have spent so much time on the court. I don't think Brennan has played video games for at least three weeks! (Since that comment we have been in at least the 90's for way too long and so nights are the only option for outdoor ball play.) The batting cage has been a huge hit as well. This has provided fun family time, and (as unbelievable as it may sound) the girly girl can actually make contact with the ball, some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anniversaries-&lt;/strong&gt; We celebrated number 9...Can't believe how fast time flies. Who would have guessed that the cute (younger) blue eyed boy in my 8th grade math class would end up the man of my dreams! So glad I didn't know that then. It would have messed it all up. Love You Eric!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homecomings-&lt;/strong&gt; Eric's little brother Curtis has returned from his mission. Curtis is home safe and sound from Cape Verde, Praia. We are so glad to have him back and we are so proud of how much he has grown up. Welcome Home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt; - We are so lucky for the wonderful Mother's in our life. We can't thank you all enough for what you do for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Tricks&lt;/strong&gt;- Beckett started to walk. He still walks so funny. My favorite thing is when he thinks he has something he shouldn't and he tries to run. (This post is about 3 months old). New update is that he is an old pro now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230543444022041458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJafjLsum3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/_hkpZt-5V3s/s400/P1010659.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Here is a picture of my messy boy! For some reason he loves to put whatever he eats in his hair. The messier the better. Ever wonder what to do with extra yogurt? How about painting your entire head with it. No wonder he has such soft cheeks. Ladies you should try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father's Day&lt;/strong&gt; - We are so lucky for the hard working, strong, handsome Father's in our life. We love you all so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Field Trips&lt;/strong&gt;- We had two school field trips in one week for Brennan's school class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School's Out for Summer!&lt;/strong&gt; - For part of it at least. When school goes until July 1, it seems like only part of it to me. We have been enjoying the time out of school. Well, that is most days have been enjoyable. We started the chore charts on the first day out of school. The first few days were an amazing success. Eric took a vacation and the kids tried to take a vacation too! Why is it that kids will take more time trying to get out of chores then it would have taken them to just get the work done???? If anyone has an amazing cure for this problem, please let me know! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230543438505404946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJafi3JdahI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hRaONv9Lmqc/s400/P1010663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brennan's last day of school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There have been many fun summer parties and events. Summer days are passing quickly. Here is a small recap of some of the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230543448583870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJafjcsWluI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vv5eCPYClBg/s400/P1010795.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; July 4th (circle and beyond) annual water fight and barbecue. We have such fun neighbors and friends. Thanks for fun memories! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230545541614874898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJahdR11MRI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qxien3ZeU_E/s400/P1010870.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Time at the Dinosaur museum. We love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230545547841662466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJahdpCabgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/l5_b-PsVhUI/s400/P1010878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230545558265930434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJaheP3wIsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/OKkdqt1Evjc/s400/P1010937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lagoon with the Park family. We left Beckett with Grandma F. and had fun going on more big kid rides with big kids and no stroller.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230545559075242386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJaheS4tQZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Xrep-3kzoOk/s400/P1020019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boating with the Wilsteads. This picture is Beckett asleep on Eric's lap. Notice the cell phone is still up to his ear. My funny baby and his obsession with phones.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230548082739454946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJajxMRJI-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/rJW4qq-v2y4/s400/P1020027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tyson and Brennan after a very wet tube ride. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230545562839266114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJaheg6Hs0I/AAAAAAAAAh0/bsfMN0n-jjY/s400/P1020021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Shaylee and Camden getting ready for a ride. Thanks for a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;- We have celebrated many Birthdays. To name a few: my cute niece Ashlyn, my nephew Hunter, My Dad, My brother Ryan, my friends (Michelle, Laura, Nancy, and Amy), my Grandma Bateman, Sharee and Cody(The Cody's), my long lost friend Brian, and hopefully I am not missing anyone else in this post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do need to add one other, my own. The only reason I bother to mention this momentus event is that I need to Thank all of my great friends and family for the wonderful Birthday! I couldn't even take all of the phone calls that came in the first 4 hours of the day. Thank you for all of the wonderful Birthday wishes, presents, cards, nights out, parties, pampering, flowers, and even a visit from a local pioneer woman. (Casey, that seriously completed my day, you are such a great sport) I have the best friends and family. Thank you for a wonderful Birthday week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baptisms&lt;/strong&gt;- Hunter and Tyson were baptized. This begins four months and five baptisms. (P.S. - It was so good seeing old friends at the most random place. So good to see Jeni, Amanda and brood, wish we would have had more time to catch up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primary, Primary, Primary!&lt;/strong&gt; - Need not say more... Actually, this post is a little outdated and that part of my life has slowed down for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swimming Lessons&lt;/strong&gt; - The kids did so well in swimming lessons and had such a great time. It is so fun to see all of the progress that they made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard hats required -&lt;/strong&gt; We had a small flood that required some construction in our house.  This project started out small and is ending up to be quite big.  Hopefully we (or I) will make it through this Work In Progress.  Updates to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbyes... for now!&lt;/strong&gt; - We had a goodbye party for my brother Spencer and his cute family. They are moving to S.C. for law school. We are sad to have them move but we are so excited for their new adventure.  Don't think they could have moved much further away, at least in this country!  We look forward to visits... both ways of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230548085272971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJajxVtLiaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/puEFbqCjhGQ/s400/P1020061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Camden, Ezra, and Ashlyn. We will be so sad without our sweet Ezzie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230556131776910578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJarFtRN1PI/AAAAAAAAAik/-2O_HitP79M/s400/P1020067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What will we ever do without our Energizer Bunny Luke!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230548101388575762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJajyRvcJBI/AAAAAAAAAic/JLgkM_h4La4/s400/P1020071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thanks to Cheryse for hosting the party at her house. We will miss you guys so much. Katie needs to start updating her blog so that we can get a small dose of their family.  Good Luck! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whew!  I am done with things that I can remember right now.  Let this be a lesson to you all.  Keep up on your blogs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2327637310120171870?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2327637310120171870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2327637310120171870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2327637310120171870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2327637310120171870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-where-oh-where-has-my-little-blog.html' title='Oh where oh where has my little blog gone?'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/SJafjLsum3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/_hkpZt-5V3s/s72-c/P1010659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8579920882580914371</id><published>2008-04-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:37:58.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well at 1 and 4!</title><content type='html'>We had Beckett's 1 year and Camden's 4 year well visits. (That is one great convenience of having two kids in two days) So Beckett weighed in at 21 lbs. 9 oz. and 30 1/2 inches long. So he is still the littlest of the BIG Felman's. Even though he looks so much like his dad maybe the Park genes slipped in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden weighed in at 40 lbs. and 48 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had to get 4 shots. Camden was such a big boy. By the time shot 3 and 4 came I saw a few tears welling up. As soon as she was done he sat up and said "That wasn't so bad!" What a great sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my boys continue to grow I realize what a gigantic kid Brennan was. He was my first and I knew he was big, I just didn't realize how big he was. Brennan weighed 40 lbs. at the age of two and 28 lbs. at one. He was never even on the charts until he was five and his weight was in the 98%. I keep thinking that he will slow down sometime. He came and stood next to me in the mirror and I realized that he is already up to my shoulders. He is only 7.  I give him 2-3 years before passing me up. He barely can sit on my lap anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is speeding up.....every year comes and goes faster!  I need to remember to enjoy them more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-8579920882580914371?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8579920882580914371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8579920882580914371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8579920882580914371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8579920882580914371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-is-well-at-1-and-4.html' title='All is well at 1 and 4!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-173376651183318129</id><published>2008-04-16T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:56:07.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Beckett!</title><content type='html'>So today my sweet baby is turning 1.  I can't believe it has been a year since he was born.  He has been such a good baby.  Here are some of the things that I love about Beckett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When he gets excited, which is a lot, he starts to shake and his feet get pointy and twirl around in circles. &lt;br /&gt;-He is so determined.  When he wants something he will stop at almost nothing to get it.&lt;br /&gt;-He is a momma's boy.&lt;br /&gt;-He has longer and curlier eyelashes then I do.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves to tease people.&lt;br /&gt;-He has a very serious side like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves anything with a cord.&lt;br /&gt;-He laughs every time he gets his hands on the main remote.&lt;br /&gt;-Anything that Camden does makes him laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-173376651183318129?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/173376651183318129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=173376651183318129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/173376651183318129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/173376651183318129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-beckett.html' title='Happy Birthday Beckett!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4902406461799373660</id><published>2008-04-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:40:15.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tax Day Boy!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMDEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Camden's 4th Birthday and I just wanted to list some of the things I love about Camden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is such a happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;-He always says the cutest/funniest things.  His Grandma Felman gave him rollerblades because he has been wearing mine all around the house.  He opens the present and says "Mom are these scooterators for me?"  He entertains me daily.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves everything and isn't afraid to show it.  As I am writing this he is cuddled up in his bed with every one of his presents.  I had to pull several off of him when he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;-He is always so excited to see me. &lt;br /&gt;-He never stops jumping.&lt;br /&gt;-His smile lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves to boogie.&lt;br /&gt;-He seems to know the words to every song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;-He loves people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4902406461799373660?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4902406461799373660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4902406461799373660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4902406461799373660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4902406461799373660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-tax-day-boy.html' title='My Tax Day Boy!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8093705415263515578</id><published>2008-04-04T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:39:47.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hairstylist in the making?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_ZkcFoAwKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UkS5jlndn4c/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185442454672818338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_ZkcFoAwKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UkS5jlndn4c/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_Zkc1oAwLI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VId4E4LeKLM/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185442467557720242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_Zkc1oAwLI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VId4E4LeKLM/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, the hair dryer is just his favorite toy.  Who would ever guess that an old hair dryer could provide so many hours of fun.  I found out about Beckett's obsession of blow dryers while getting ready everyday.  While I am doing hair/makeup he will sit on one side of the sink and wait so patiently until I am done blow drying my hair.  I then unplug the blow dryer and he would play with it until I was done.  He always throws a fit when I take him down.  So the other day I found an old dryer in the drawer and I gave it to him to play.  He takes it everywhere with him.  It is amazing the things he can do with a blow dryer.  He vaccums the floor, he hits his brother in the head, he sucks on the plug, he uses it as a hammer, he pushes the buttons, he waves it in the air and so much more.   Why do we spend money on toys when they find so much enjoyment with regular things?????  &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/523057472771904524-8093705415263515578?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8093705415263515578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8093705415263515578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8093705415263515578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8093705415263515578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/hairstylist-in-making.html' title='A hairstylist in the making?'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_ZkcFoAwKI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UkS5jlndn4c/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3530038571323118940</id><published>2008-04-04T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:21:28.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam, Jam, and more Jam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_ZifloAwJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/THRcDvNYLAU/s1600-h/P1010408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185440315779104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_ZifloAwJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/THRcDvNYLAU/s400/P1010408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's strawberry jam time!  Tammy called me the other day to inform me that Costco had strawberries for 5.99 and she was going to make freezer jam.  We have been out of last year's jam since October and so we made a date for jam night.  Evelyn and Tammy came over and we made 16 batches of jam in two hours.  That's a lot of jam!  We had a great assembly line going and as usual a fun night with the Felman girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3530038571323118940?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3530038571323118940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3530038571323118940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3530038571323118940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3530038571323118940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/jam-jam-and-more-jam.html' title='Jam, Jam, and more Jam!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R_ZifloAwJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/THRcDvNYLAU/s72-c/P1010408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-198397451417558129</id><published>2008-03-26T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:00:45.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is our other little bunny. All he cared about was getting the video camera away from Dad. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY8FoAwCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3BFk7laiQG0/s1600-h/P1010374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182263216801103906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY8FoAwCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3BFk7laiQG0/s400/P1010374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All smiles after finally finding his Easter basket. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182263229686005842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY81oAwFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/nV8VYyQB5eA/s400/P1010371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Camden had his basket emptied out in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY8VoAwDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/qr78lxOxZgQ/s1600-h/P1010370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182263221096071218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY8VoAwDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/qr78lxOxZgQ/s400/P1010370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182264724334624898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-saT1oAwII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gwCEbGanCtk/s400/P1010381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY8loAwEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tMZiwT28h6I/s1600-h/P1010379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182263225391038530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY8loAwEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tMZiwT28h6I/s400/P1010379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of this and then off to church by 9:00. What a crazy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182264720039657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-saTloAwHI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rlRTA2Gybws/s400/P1010389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We finished off the day at Eric's parents house. We had a great dinner. Grandma Felman had an Easter egg hunt for the kids. What a fun day! Thanks Felman's!&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/523057472771904524-198397451417558129?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/198397451417558129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=198397451417558129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/198397451417558129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/198397451417558129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sY8FoAwCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3BFk7laiQG0/s72-c/P1010374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2077441609755566167</id><published>2008-03-26T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:43:33.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Easter Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had our party at my parents house a day early because of varying church schedules. We ordered one of our family faves (Chicken Express) for dinner. The kids had an Easter egg hunt in Grandma's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sVUloAv7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/yEqWYdAY5ZI/s1600-h/P1010335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259239661387698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sVUloAv7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/yEqWYdAY5ZI/s400/P1010335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sVU1oAv8I/AAAAAAAAAew/s9zMSvZnOBY/s1600-h/P1010348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259243956355010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sVU1oAv8I/AAAAAAAAAew/s9zMSvZnOBY/s400/P1010348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter, Camden and Ezra showing me their loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sVVVoAv9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/l8NLT0USxTw/s1600-h/P1010350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259252546289618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sVVVoAv9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/l8NLT0USxTw/s400/P1010350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182261503109152786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sXYVoAwBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/d3Hvw22La6Q/s400/P1010363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was Beckett's first experience with Jelly Beans. He is a fan.  He actually liked the candy so much he would stick any candy, wrapper and all in his mouth as fast as he could. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182260188849160194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sWL1oAwAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ntq8RI4wS4Q/s400/P1010359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182260180259225586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sWLVoAv_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/QOD6L18EPKY/s400/P1010353_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thanks for the fun party.  I always love spending time with the whole family. &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/523057472771904524-2077441609755566167?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2077441609755566167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2077441609755566167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2077441609755566167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2077441609755566167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/park-easter-party.html' title='Park Easter Party'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sVUloAv7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/yEqWYdAY5ZI/s72-c/P1010335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-7634126813930666905</id><published>2008-03-26T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:27:14.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Park came over to help us decorate Easter eggs. The kids enjoyed this activity as always. Camden wanted to take his eggs to bed with him. Something about rotten eggs loose in the house made me resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS7VoAv1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/qtlwZ5uvQtI/s1600-h/P1010318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182256606846435154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS7VoAv1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/qtlwZ5uvQtI/s400/P1010318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS71oAv2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/_yrPajLYce0/s1600-h/P1010319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182256615436369762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS71oAv2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/_yrPajLYce0/s400/P1010319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS8FoAv3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/vSyz3kr1Bio/s1600-h/P1010320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182256619731337074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS8FoAv3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/vSyz3kr1Bio/s400/P1010320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckett was not having fun dyeing eggs.  Well unless you consider Grandma giving him a bowl of color to dye his feet with.   Grandma wanted Beckett to be included so she put the carton of eggs in front of him.  I told her I didn't think that was a good idea.  So she moved that and instead gave him a mug of egg dye.  I didn't even get a chance to say that was a bad idea before his quick little hands grabbed the handle and spilled it on himself.   What would we do without our fun Grandma? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS8VoAv4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-4xw_bFAxSM/s1600-h/P1010321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182256624026304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS8VoAv4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-4xw_bFAxSM/s400/P1010321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS81oAv5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_Ggvt-w-6fY/s1600-h/P1010325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182256632616238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS81oAv5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_Ggvt-w-6fY/s400/P1010325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-7634126813930666905?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7634126813930666905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=7634126813930666905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7634126813930666905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7634126813930666905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/coloring-eggs.html' title='Coloring Eggs'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sS7VoAv1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/qtlwZ5uvQtI/s72-c/P1010318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-7395581093602891683</id><published>2008-03-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:17:31.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that Bunny?</title><content type='html'>It's Camden at his preschool party.  He loved the bunny whiskers so much on his face that he would not let me wash them off for four days.  Finally I had to put my foot down (or more like my hand with a washcloth and some soap) and remove the whiskers.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNCVoAvxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/otgrsbjfPG8/s1600-h/P1010301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182250130035752722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNCVoAvxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/otgrsbjfPG8/s400/P1010301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The preschool party was fun.  Here is a picture of our funny Addy.  Notice she is sitting down while everyone else is standing up singing.  She is a little shy in public.  Watching her in this setting brings back memories of Brennan.  He would never participate in anything at preschool parties.  He was happy just sitting back and absorbing it all.  I would always feel so sad for him because I felt like he was missing out.  It was painful to watch this as a mom.   Now Brennan enjoys participating in everything.   He needed a long time to warm up.  Hang in there Tammy your little mini-Brennan (Addy) will come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNC1oAvyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/67iSkllcBCQ/s1600-h/P1010303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182250138625687330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNC1oAvyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/67iSkllcBCQ/s400/P1010303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is fun to watch Camden because he enjoys things so much.  However, on this day he was throwing a fit because he wanted to eat a piece of gum.  My little candy man.  The next picture is Camden on the floor in the middle of the fit.  The class (being chickens) are going to eat Camden (being their chicken food).  That's what happens when you throw a fit in the middle of the chicken song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNDVoAvzI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PN0vI_om_8Y/s1600-h/P1010304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182250147215621938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNDVoAvzI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PN0vI_om_8Y/s400/P1010304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The party ended with an Easter egg hunt that they all loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNDloAv0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/KEGNQV77fas/s1600-h/P1010313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182250151510589250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNDloAv0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/KEGNQV77fas/s400/P1010313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden is such a fun kid.  I love how much he enjoys life.  I am so grateful for all the smiles he puts on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-7395581093602891683?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7395581093602891683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=7395581093602891683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7395581093602891683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7395581093602891683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/whos-that-bunny.html' title='Who&apos;s that Bunny?'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sNCVoAvxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/otgrsbjfPG8/s72-c/P1010301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1009261742522721550</id><published>2008-03-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:52:36.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball practice has begun</title><content type='html'>Baseball season is in full swing.  Brennan is on the Diamond Backs.  During his practices we go over to the park to let the little ones play.  Beckett was absolutely loving the swing.  He threw a fit when I took him out.  It was getting too cold.  Camden just loves to run and climb.  We will be spending many more nights at the park during practice.  The little ones don't mind that one bit.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sJ5FoAvvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/i9ZZjRl6Fdc/s1600-h/P1010290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182246672587079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sJ5FoAvvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/i9ZZjRl6Fdc/s400/P1010290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sJ5VoAvwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MaSeiL9HPTY/s1600-h/P1010297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182246676882046722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sJ5VoAvwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/MaSeiL9HPTY/s400/P1010297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1009261742522721550?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1009261742522721550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1009261742522721550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1009261742522721550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1009261742522721550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/baseball-practice-has-begun.html' title='Baseball practice has begun'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sJ5FoAvvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/i9ZZjRl6Fdc/s72-c/P1010290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-7924271859378503023</id><published>2008-03-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:40:13.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>So Lucky the Leprechaun found our house again this year.    Here is a picture of my cute boys after they found their loot.  Camden was so excited that little Leprechauns had been frolicking in our house.  He kept putting the gold coins outside the door in order to lure them back to our house.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182243219433373410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sGwFoAvuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KUVa84-y1yo/s400/P1010271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sGvloAvtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sVRvnkwWdMA/s1600-h/P1010276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182243210843438802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sGvloAvtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sVRvnkwWdMA/s400/P1010276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckett didn't care about the loot.  He just cared about Brennan's MP3 player. &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/523057472771904524-7924271859378503023?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7924271859378503023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=7924271859378503023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7924271859378503023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7924271859378503023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R-sGwFoAvuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KUVa84-y1yo/s72-c/P1010271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5700701383054247061</id><published>2008-03-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:55:59.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These were the highlights</title><content type='html'>Some highlights of my week:&lt;br /&gt;Parent teacher conference-  I am so glad to have a child that makes this a good experience.  Thank you Brennan.  Hopefully your brothers will somehow follow in your example!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmer weather-  A few warm (50 degree :)) days can do wonders for my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of attitude-  I got a great reminder about the importance of having a good attitude. (Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;).  I needed this so much this week.  My attitude has been poor, I blame it on the weather, the weather is improving and hopefully so will my attitude.   I think it takes more energy to have a bad attitude then it does a good one.  I have been wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden falling asleep on my lap-  After a long day Camden came and sat on my lap.  We were just talking and he gave me a big hug.  I started scratching his back and all of the sudden I realized his breathing was sounding more like a snore.  I was so happy to have a half hour of cuddling with Camden.  This never happens....lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card Exchange- My first card exchange with Casey and her friends.  It was a much needed night away from the kids.  Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheryse&lt;/span&gt; for babysitting.  I met some nice new people.  Came home with cute cards.  Got to see Casey's cute sisters again.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horton hears a WHO-  Went to a movie with my kids, the Bret Park clan, Rachelle and Mom.  This was a super cute movie that had me really laughing a couple of times.  Happy Birthday Bret!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with Rachelle- Always fun to spend time with my sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with Tammy- Spent time with Tammy helping her with the move.  No matter what we are doing we always have a fun time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.  ~Winston Churchill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5700701383054247061?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5700701383054247061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5700701383054247061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5700701383054247061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5700701383054247061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-were-highlights.html' title='These were the highlights'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5066455454908265331</id><published>2008-03-13T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:12:11.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leprechaun Day</title><content type='html'>So today was Leprechaun day at Camden's preschool.  It was a fun day for him.  He came running out of school so excited he could hardly breathe in between telling me the events of the morning.  While the kids were watching a movie a little leprechaun comes and messes up the preschool room.  Those silly little leprechauns.  He had a shamrock painted on each cheek.  He is so different from his big brother.  Brennan would have killed over dead before letting someone paint a shamrock on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a funny thing that happened a few years back.  Brennan went to the same preschool and they had the same leprechaun day then.  Every year Lucky the Leprechaun also visits our house on St. Patrick's day.  He always leaves shamrocks, gold chocolate coins and some kind of a treat for the kids.  Now on to my point.  Brennan was so freaked out at the thought of little men running around our house and school that he wouldn't even go into his room alone.  He kept telling me that he could hear little men running around everywhere.  He also kept seeing these little men all over the house.   Moral of the story.... don't embellish stories of little men wearing green and leaving a mess and gifts around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5066455454908265331?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5066455454908265331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5066455454908265331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5066455454908265331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5066455454908265331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/leprechaun-day.html' title='Leprechaun Day'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3267275750224663379</id><published>2008-03-09T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:19:34.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau Jest</title><content type='html'>This is just a shout out to Casey and Tammy. Just thinking about laughing so hard at that movie. For those of you who haven't seen it....I wouldn't recommend it. Unless you love bad actors, predictable story lines and feeling like you have been sitting in a religious lesson for two hours. This is the second movie I have seen lately that has me laughing almost to tears but not because it was funny. Mostly laughing because I couldn't believe that I was really sitting there watching that. The other movie was Lars and the Real Girl. However, if you need weird comic relief I may recommend seeing that one.  There is nothing quite like movie night with the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3267275750224663379?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3267275750224663379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3267275750224663379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3267275750224663379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3267275750224663379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/beau-jest.html' title='Beau Jest'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8122052595212230210</id><published>2008-03-09T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:52:03.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RXB_0R4YI/AAAAAAAAAco/sIrRJguSuF8/s1600-h/P1010251.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week was not extremely eventful.  It seems like we were pretty busy with a whole lot of nothing.  We helped Tammy pack boxes for the move.  We had a Halo night at the Fontanas.  This was my first Halo experience and I wasn't so good.  Maybe I should stick to Guitar Hero since I am amazing at that game.  Beckett had a rough week...teeth I think or rather I hope.  If this is my new grumpy baby I will be one sad mama.  He is into everything and thinks he is so big walking along everything.  Look at that trouble grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RWhP0R4XI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dXRslytBS3s/s1600-h/P1010250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175857000937021810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RWhP0R4XI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dXRslytBS3s/s400/P1010250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brennan is now in the Pee Wee league for Baseball and so this year they had tryouts.  Tryouts were yesterday and I cannot believe how nervous I was as I watched him out there on the field.  As a matter of fact I was even nervous for all of the neighbor boys who were trying out with him.  So Eric had something for work(a snowmobiling trip with some clients...hard work huh!)  so I got to go be one of the guys because pretty much every kid had their dad with them.  Eric was sad to miss this.  Of course I had no idea what to expect for tryouts.  Let's just say I did not dress me or Brennan warm enough for this 1 1/2 hour event in the cold and sometimes rain.  There were 140 kids trying out in the 7-8 age group.  Luckily Brennan was #32.  They went through all 140 kids catching a grounder and throwing it to first.  Then they went back through the kids again to hit some balls.  Once #32 was done we got to leave.  Brennan did a good job as usual.  I don't think stuff like that even phases him.  I was nervous but he seemed just fine.  He is probably just pretty confident with his amazing sport ability.  So we are gearing up to meet his new team and spend many spring days at the ball park.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-8122052595212230210?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8122052595212230210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8122052595212230210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8122052595212230210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8122052595212230210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-week.html' title='This Week ????'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RWhP0R4XI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dXRslytBS3s/s72-c/P1010250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4006394712463453964</id><published>2008-03-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:26:20.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut Day!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Cheryse was kind enough to come over and give us all haircuts. My boys have brillo pad hair(like their dad) so when it gets too long it gets pretty crazy. Most little kids have baby fine hair. Not the Felman's. Their hair is so thick and coarse it can be used as a weapon. I am sure some day the little boys will learn to use that dirty trick just like their dad. There is no such thing as a fair fight when you have a brillo pad coming at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RSyv0R4TI/AAAAAAAAAcA/VEqWG3iNo5g/s1600-h/P1010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175852903538221362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RSyv0R4TI/AAAAAAAAAcA/VEqWG3iNo5g/s400/P1010261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Camden cleaning up the mess. I think this is his favorite part of haircut days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RRtv0R4PI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VjZNcVLebNI/s1600-h/P1010258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175851718127247602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RRtv0R4PI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VjZNcVLebNI/s400/P1010258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Cheryse for the visit and letting me see those cute faces again from under all of that hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RQLv0R4NI/AAAAAAAAAbU/P9W0TLcG9pE/s1600-h/P1010260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175850034500067538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RQLv0R4NI/AAAAAAAAAbU/P9W0TLcG9pE/s400/P1010260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4006394712463453964?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4006394712463453964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4006394712463453964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4006394712463453964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4006394712463453964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/haircut-day.html' title='Haircut Day!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R9RSyv0R4TI/AAAAAAAAAcA/VEqWG3iNo5g/s72-c/P1010261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5317327609003214140</id><published>2008-02-21T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:21:05.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rough Week and A Half</title><content type='html'>So last week was a crazy week.  It started out with a change.  I have been the Enrichment Leader for 3 years and in Enrichment for 4 years.  I was released from this calling and given a new calling as the Secretary in Primary.   This change brought with it some sadness and some excitement.  I knew that a change would be coming soon but I didn't expect to feel so much sadness.  It is sad to say goodbye to Enrichment and the people that I have been working with.  But the sadness is turning to excitement.  I am excited for change and working with some fun new people.  It will be fun to be with the kids and my kids.  Change is hard and good.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next item:  Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I enjoy this holiday as much as the next person.  However, when did this Holiday become all about kids.  I really felt overwhelmed with everything I had to do for the kids.  I really am glad that it is over.  I like the idea of spending the time with the kids but I swear it was bringing back memories of Christmas (only in February and minus some presents).  It was also not just Valentines Day but Valentines Week.  Sorry for the negativity.  I think Brennan summed it up quite well when he said, "I don't even think that Valentines Day is for boys because boys don't like pink, red, hearts or love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note:  We spent Friday night with the Spencer Park family.  It has been quite a long time since we have done anything with them.  They are always so much fun.  The kids had fun playing(well mixed with some fighting with Ezra and Camden) we had fun introducing them to the wii.  Hopefully we won't wait so long to hang out the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time looking at homes all over in Herriman with the Fontana's.  They will be moving this month and they think we need to move with them.  No worries though.  I don't think we will be moving anytime soon.  We love our neighborhood.  We also love The District being across the street.  Finally some close stores.  Sorry Font's.....maybe some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric had President's Day off and we took the kids to see Spiderwick Chronicles or as Camden kept saying, Spiderwick Crunch.  Eric doesn't always love kids movies but he said that he was really glad he didn't miss this one.  It was a little scary at times but the kids absolutely loved it.  I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week was so busy that I feel like I didn't get anything done.  So I thought this week would be a little slower and I would get so much accomplished.  Yeah right!  We have been sick again this week.  Well mainly I have been sick.  It looks like the kids will be joining me soon.  The week started with mental drain and is ending with physical drain.  No surprise there.  I never let a good sickness pass me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope for a better week to come.  Or better yet a less draining one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5317327609003214140?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5317327609003214140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5317327609003214140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5317327609003214140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5317327609003214140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/rough-week-and-half.html' title='A Rough Week and A Half'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4145953921663867467</id><published>2008-02-21T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:35:22.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give ya a penny</title><content type='html'>Eric always makes challenges to people with money rewards.  Such as:  I'll give you ten bucks to eat something out of the garbage or I'll give you one hundred bucks to lick a public toilet.  These challenges are never quite worth it....  So following in the footsteps of his dad our four year old(Camden) issued a challenge.  We were driving down the road and out of nowhere Camden says, "Dad, I'll give ya a penny to eat that mud!  It is always funny and a little scary to realize the things your kids are paying attention to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4145953921663867467?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4145953921663867467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4145953921663867467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4145953921663867467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4145953921663867467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-give-ya-penny.html' title='I&apos;ll give ya a penny'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3058501979728039541</id><published>2008-02-16T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:20:38.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone with Dad</title><content type='html'>So while I was gone today Daddy decided to give Beckett some sweets.  For Valentines someone gave Camden a Little Debbie's pack of 2 heart cupcakes.  It appears that he liked it based on the empty tray and messy face.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7erMEovPkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nv8nLtN3vC8/s1600-h/P1010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167787321322323522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7erMEovPkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nv8nLtN3vC8/s400/P1010203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun times with Dad.  Beckett never gets treats like this from Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7erMUovPlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Szxvq7w9xTk/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167787325617290834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7erMUovPlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Szxvq7w9xTk/s400/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3058501979728039541?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3058501979728039541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3058501979728039541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3058501979728039541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3058501979728039541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-alone-with-dad.html' title='Home Alone with Dad'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7erMEovPkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nv8nLtN3vC8/s72-c/P1010203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-7486956230382954677</id><published>2008-02-16T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:25:10.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much Testosterone</title><content type='html'>So this is what a house full of boys is all about. They spend a lot of time on the floor wrestling. So this night the boys were all attacking Eric. But usually they are just fighting each other. This is how it usually goes: We are all having fun. A little laughing mixed with screams and such.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167785672054881794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7epsEovPgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hgzmrxPa35Q/s400/P1010219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The tickle torture technique. Pretty much anywhere on Camden is a tickle spot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167785646285077986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7epqkovPeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/MEfReALvAEY/s400/P1010215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A porkchop to Dad's head. Thanks for teaching this to your brother Brennan.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167785663464947186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eprkovPfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/WDmObL5pXtg/s400/P1010217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eq3UovPhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bXGNGYdt0qY/s1600-h/P1010225.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Someone ALWAYS gets hurt.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eq3kovPiI/AAAAAAAAAYU/X-eup0GxDHk/s1600-h/P1010224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167786969135005218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eq3kovPiI/AAAAAAAAAYU/X-eup0GxDHk/s400/P1010224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't this sound like some fun? I don't really get it. It must be the testosterone. I don't think I will ever get it but I have a feeling this is a glimpse into my future. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167785633400176066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7epp0ovPcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/obDpa_wlJtk/s400/P1010206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even the little one likes to get in on the action. Happy one minute.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eq4EovPjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/m4lhy2Z1kMA/s1600-h/P1010230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167786977724939826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eq4EovPjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/m4lhy2Z1kMA/s400/P1010230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And can this be my sweet little boy throwing a fit and rolling around on the ground. I guess he really wanted my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-7486956230382954677?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7486956230382954677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=7486956230382954677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7486956230382954677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/7486956230382954677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-much-testosterone.html' title='Too much Testosterone'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7epsEovPgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hgzmrxPa35Q/s72-c/P1010219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3359064679178383675</id><published>2008-02-16T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:24:58.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Love</title><content type='html'>So Valentines Day is over and here is a summary of the day. I got some beautiful flowers from my sweetie. I love him. Thanks!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7epFUovPZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gTGKomYl8XE/s1600-h/P1010231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167785006334950802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7epFUovPZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gTGKomYl8XE/s400/P1010231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This present however was the highlight of the day. (no offense Eric) One of my favorite things is Schmidt's sugar cookies. So Tammy and I decide to order some for Valentines Day. While at my house she calls and they ask her what she would like it to say. She asks me and I think it will be funny(since I am buying it for me from Eric) to put Happy Valentines Day Babe. She is buying a cookie for her Eric too. She follows my suggestion and tells them to make two cookies that say Happy Valentines Day Babe! Tammy picked up the cookies and this is what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eou0ovPVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HsrL0JayBqI/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167784619787894098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eou0ovPVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HsrL0JayBqI/s400/P1010182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lesson #1 when buying your own Valentines cookie: Spell out your name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Schmidt's sugar cookies. Who cares what name is on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next picture is a wonderful treat from Heidi. These are BYU bookstore hearts . I love them. Thanks Heidi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eovUovPWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/e57rD3NXrgA/s1600-h/P1010184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eov0ovPXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wgrbZphEmmM/s1600-h/P1010190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167784636967763314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eov0ovPXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wgrbZphEmmM/s400/P1010190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my Valentine visitor Bevyn. Isn't she so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eowEovPYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eITm-Lhdx2Y/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167784641262730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7eowEovPYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eITm-Lhdx2Y/s400/P1010202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Camden had his Valentine's party for preschool and he thought it was so much fun getting all of the candy. I went to Brennan's school party and helped the kids decorate sugar cookies. Grandmas and Grandpas brought treats for the kids. Eric surprised us with Chicken Express for dinner. That is one of our family faves that is normally too far away to pick up. We had a fun night with the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3359064679178383675?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3359064679178383675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3359064679178383675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3359064679178383675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3359064679178383675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-love.html' title='A Day of Love'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R7epFUovPZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gTGKomYl8XE/s72-c/P1010231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-193764192362236737</id><published>2008-02-07T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:45:39.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Fun</title><content type='html'>In preparation for my Enrichment night I had the kids make some crafts.  I was tending the neighbors and my niece Ashlyn.  The kids made cards with Karo syrup and food coloring.   We had fun and we are still waiting for them to dry.  Hopefully they will be ready for the big day.  We got a little crazy with the syrup.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzIgOSVtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m9dIrmH_548/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164488725124765394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzIgOSVtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m9dIrmH_548/s400/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzJAOSVuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BqYEu_ThdDA/s1600-h/P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164488733714700002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzJAOSVuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BqYEu_ThdDA/s400/P1010101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzJgOSVvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tdvWgDwy8_4/s1600-h/P1010110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164488742304634610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzJgOSVvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tdvWgDwy8_4/s400/P1010110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-193764192362236737?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/193764192362236737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=193764192362236737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/193764192362236737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/193764192362236737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-fun.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Fun'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzIgOSVtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m9dIrmH_548/s72-c/P1010095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4718806825968831004</id><published>2008-02-07T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:39:45.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My obsessions!</title><content type='html'>Beckett has two new obsessions.   His first obsession is eyelashes.  He is always grabbing at everyone's eyelashes.  Don't worry though, he is just trying to rip them out!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzsAOSVwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6F8W62EPR_s/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164489335010121474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzsAOSVwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6F8W62EPR_s/s400/P1010111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His other obsession is standing up.  All of the sudden my little guy is standing up to everything.  He is obviously still excited about it as witnessed by his constant laughter everytime he successfully stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzsQOSVxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RiUOPJsJrV4/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164489339305088786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzsQOSVxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RiUOPJsJrV4/s400/P1010113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzswOSVyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/dh-k3Qa8nmc/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THOSE EARS make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vztQOSVzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sk9ENduHuk0/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164489356484958002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vztQOSVzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sk9ENduHuk0/s400/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4718806825968831004?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4718806825968831004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4718806825968831004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4718806825968831004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4718806825968831004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-obsessions.html' title='My obsessions!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6vzsAOSVwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6F8W62EPR_s/s72-c/P1010111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1599701123305212690</id><published>2008-02-07T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:31:52.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Gateway</title><content type='html'>Today I took the kids to Gateway. We wanted to do something before Brennan goes back on track on Monday. The kids had a great time. I think the water and the balls were their favorite part.   Actually, Brennan said the helicopter was his favorite and Camden said the horse was his favorite.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0lwOSV0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/XZm1aPsEp_w/s1600-h/P1010136_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164490327147566914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0lwOSV0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/XZm1aPsEp_w/s400/P1010136_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are these some cowboys or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0mQOSV1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/h5DBIjnte20/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164490335737501522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0mQOSV1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/h5DBIjnte20/s400/P1010148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't forget about me.  My big fun was watching the kids play and snacking on Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0mgOSV2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/G63WUd_WDgA/s1600-h/P1010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164490340032468834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0mgOSV2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/G63WUd_WDgA/s400/P1010158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The helicopter ride with all of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0nQOSV4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/flZT_MGZ6TU/s1600-h/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164490352917370754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0nQOSV4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/flZT_MGZ6TU/s400/P1010124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden and Madi having water fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164490344327436146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0mwOSV3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Id1BIz0kK1I/s400/P1010176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute into the ride home.  Two very tired little boys.  (Kasen and Beckett)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1599701123305212690?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1599701123305212690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1599701123305212690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1599701123305212690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1599701123305212690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/discovery-gateway.html' title='Discovery Gateway'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6v0lwOSV0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/XZm1aPsEp_w/s72-c/P1010136_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5505966480621225092</id><published>2008-02-03T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:52:48.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akugOSVoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9mC3T6NR87k/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we woke up this morning to an amazing snow storm. We have lived in this house for seven years and this one snow storm gave us more snow then we usually have in a full winter. Unfortunately for me Eric has been in severe back pain for the two biggest snow storms of our Riverton life.   My big strong husband was stuck on the couch with the baby.  So Brennan decides to be the man of the house and help me shovel. HOLY CRAP! We had at least 18 inches of snow and there was one snow drift in the back yard that went up to my thighs.  We were outside for 4 1/2 hours having snow fun.  Not all of that time was spent shoveling snow or having fun, but most of it was.  We decided to build a huge igloo.  Needless to say that after an hour of digging out snow that I had just put there we had the kids new home.  So we dug out the entire inside of this pile of snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162994557542094450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akMgOSVnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZnlN_-eWpog/s400/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162995158837515970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akvgOSVsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2905APY6wpM/s400/Picture+047-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had to make two openings to get all of the snow out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162994553247127138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akMQOSVmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ktagBosj-xo/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here are some pictures of the inside.  We fit 10 of the kids from the circle in there comfortably plus we could have fit at least two adults.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162994536067257906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akLQOSVjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bBtoy6GP3Og/s400/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture is about 1/2 of our creation.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162994540362225218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akLgOSVkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-BNN5okIRQY/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank you Kylie for all of your help.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162994548952159826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akMAOSVlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mSmIBKz7XjE/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akuwOSVpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yZMWoc3GxhQ/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162995145952614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akuwOSVpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yZMWoc3GxhQ/s400/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brennan and Tyson helped out so much too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akvAOSVqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/NWn09Jj7sI4/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162995150247581346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akvAOSVqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/NWn09Jj7sI4/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I tell Shaylee and Camden to get together for a picture.  She put her arm around him.....AND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akvQOSVrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/txnGl_yWoJU/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162995154542548658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akvQOSVrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/txnGl_yWoJU/s400/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camden immediately pulled away and let her know that boys do not put arms around people.(Notice the concerned look on his face.)  That's my boy, hopefully he will remember that for years to come!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The funny thing about this storm is that my dad who lives in Sandy hardly got any snow.  I don't think that ever happens.  I was glad to know that he wasn't outside shoveling this much snow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5505966480621225092?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5505966480621225092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5505966480621225092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5505966480621225092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5505966480621225092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-snow-day.html' title='Super Bowl Snow Day'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R6akMgOSVnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZnlN_-eWpog/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5564930353166395029</id><published>2008-02-03T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:27:51.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying to Lose money?</title><content type='html'>So after 4-5 years of convincing by Eric I agreed to go to Wendover.  Now, I use to enjoy Wendover quite a bit but it seems that since I had kids that has changed.  Mostly because we always seem to lose money.  So we went with the Fontana's on Saturday.  We decided to stay the night.  So bottom line we had Mark and Cheryse come to stay the night with the kids...Thank you so much guys(the kids were so mad to see us on Sunday morning instead of you two).  So after gambling for a few hours and all four of us losing our money we decided that rather then spend the night in a smoke filled hotel room we would drive home.  We got home late but we had a fun time with the Font's.  As witnessed by the next post we think it was a good thing we lost our money and headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5564930353166395029?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5564930353166395029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5564930353166395029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5564930353166395029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5564930353166395029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/dying-to-lose-money.html' title='Dying to Lose money?'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4306313301607844878</id><published>2008-01-29T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:27:18.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Katie and Luke</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my cute sister in law Katie and her sweet one year old Luke!  Things I love about Katie:&lt;br /&gt;She is so fun to talk to.  We can talk for hours and never run out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;She is super stylish and always looks way too good for being a mother of two.&lt;br /&gt;She is always aware of the underdog and makes them feel special.&lt;br /&gt;She has a lot of self control.&lt;br /&gt;She is a great mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being you!  Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4306313301607844878?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4306313301607844878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4306313301607844878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4306313301607844878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4306313301607844878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-katie-and-luke.html' title='Happy Birthday Katie and Luke'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-5557501638756532870</id><published>2008-01-24T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:07:28.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night with the Boys</title><content type='html'>So tonight I took Brennan and Camden to see the Veggie Tales movie.  We have had a week of sickness and have not left the house.  Brennan is off track so we have been fighting major boredom.  So we get to the movie a few minutes early(which is rare for us, when you live across the street from a Megaplex 20 why be too early) and we are the only ones in the theater.  Brennan turns to me and says, "Mom I bet everyone else will just be coming a little late".  Well, everyone else never came and we had the theater to ourselves.  It was fun to spend some time with them away from the baby.  They enjoyed the movie and I enjoyed them.  I love my Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Camden moment.  &lt;br /&gt;The other day I tell Camden that I love him.  He proceeds to tell me that when you love someone you buy them a tiger book.  I try to find the origin of this statement to no avail.  So minutes later he turns on the tv and I find the origin.  A zoobook commercial that at the end says give these books to someone you love.   So in case anyone out there is looking for a great symbol of love for Valentines..........who wouldn't feel loved upon receipt of a tiger book???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-5557501638756532870?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5557501638756532870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=5557501638756532870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5557501638756532870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/5557501638756532870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/movie-night-with-boys.html' title='Movie Night with the Boys'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6114484191797153985</id><published>2008-01-20T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:16:46.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jordan in the house</title><content type='html'>So Basketball season is in full swing.  Brennan is doing pretty good.  He could use more practice(our fault) but I am so proud of how good he does.  He has such a natural ability with sports and anyone who knows him knows how much he likes to win.   I love that he is still at the age that when he does something good he looks over at me to make sure I didn't miss it with the cutest grin.  I hope I never forget those moments.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QpopsjRQI/AAAAAAAAASg/EjpJph8K1J0/s1600-h/Picture+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157793251610281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QpopsjRQI/AAAAAAAAASg/EjpJph8K1J0/s400/Picture+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6114484191797153985?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6114484191797153985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6114484191797153985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6114484191797153985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6114484191797153985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/michael-jordan-in-house.html' title='Michael Jordan in the house'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QpopsjRQI/AAAAAAAAASg/EjpJph8K1J0/s72-c/Picture+313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1696741437515718426</id><published>2008-01-20T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:25:06.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Grandma</title><content type='html'>So Grandma Park is visiting the other day and suddenly she and Camden turn up missing.  After about ten minutes or so I realize that they are being way too quiet.  So I find them in the bathroom sitting on the floor with the door closed.  Sounds a little weird but with a little explanation it made a lot of sense.  My mom went in the bathroom to cheer Camden up.  One of the biggest complaints my mom has is that my house is always too cold.  So when she went into the bathroom and the heater was on she was so warm she couldn't leave.  It is hard to tell in this picture but Camden was so warm that his cheeks were bright red.  Not the average time spent with a Grandma, but Grandma is anything but average...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Qqc5sjRRI/AAAAAAAAASo/hmKDaBCRVKs/s1600-h/Picture+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157794149258446098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Qqc5sjRRI/AAAAAAAAASo/hmKDaBCRVKs/s400/Picture+289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1696741437515718426?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1696741437515718426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1696741437515718426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1696741437515718426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1696741437515718426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-with-grandma.html' title='Time with Grandma'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Qqc5sjRRI/AAAAAAAAASo/hmKDaBCRVKs/s72-c/Picture+289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8504820767896176235</id><published>2008-01-20T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:00:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months and into everything...</title><content type='html'>So Beckett is now nine months old and he is into everything. He has been doing the army crawl since September(5 months) but he is now opening drawers and trying to stand up to everything. The problem is that he is not that good at standing up. He is such a quiet busy baby. He is our most serious baby yet. We get some smiles but he is very selective. Here are some shots of him in action. He finds new drawers every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Qrl5sjRSI/AAAAAAAAASw/atf-02DM4ao/s1600-h/Picture+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795403388896546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Qrl5sjRSI/AAAAAAAAASw/atf-02DM4ao/s400/Picture+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrmJsjRTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nASURIAm4iI/s1600-h/Picture+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795407683863858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrmJsjRTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nASURIAm4iI/s400/Picture+274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckett loves the lens cover for my camera. Whenever I take pictures of him he starts coming toward me to try to grab it. It is always a game to take a picture before he sees it dangling and comes after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrmZsjRUI/AAAAAAAAATA/sTYrcioqN50/s1600-h/Picture+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795411978831170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrmZsjRUI/AAAAAAAAATA/sTYrcioqN50/s400/Picture+284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrnJsjRVI/AAAAAAAAATI/djw7rzsgIHg/s1600-h/Picture+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795424863733074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrnJsjRVI/AAAAAAAAATI/djw7rzsgIHg/s400/Picture+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrnZsjRWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CRQN9ZxVBVs/s1600-h/Picture+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795429158700386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrnZsjRWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CRQN9ZxVBVs/s400/Picture+295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He never has pants on because he seems to crawl out of every pair I put on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795583777523058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5QrwZsjRXI/AAAAAAAAATY/4I85cnK87Q8/s400/Picture+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So I took Beckett in to the doctor this week and here are the stats.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 lbs. 4 oz.  (23%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 inches  (65%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head   (85%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is the first child of ours that has seen the twentieth percentile.  He is 8 lbs. less then Brennan at this age and 2 lbs. less than Camden.  The doctor says that this age is pretty normal to go down in weight because they move so much and don't eat well.  He does move a lot but he also eats a lot.  I think he would eat as long as I feed him.  Maybe he has a metabolism like the Park boys.  Still the littlest Big Felman.&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/523057472771904524-8504820767896176235?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8504820767896176235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8504820767896176235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8504820767896176235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8504820767896176235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/9-months-and-into-everything.html' title='9 months and into everything...'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Qrl5sjRSI/AAAAAAAAASw/atf-02DM4ao/s72-c/Picture+272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4143431915389070834</id><published>2008-01-18T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:54:12.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Still Here</title><content type='html'>I have not been so good about keeping up with the blog.  I am turning over a new leaf and trying to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4143431915389070834?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4143431915389070834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4143431915389070834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4143431915389070834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4143431915389070834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-still-here.html' title='We are Still Here'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-2301467882304948823</id><published>2008-01-06T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:50:47.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Q895sjRYI/AAAAAAAAATg/CZvgjchDvEY/s1600-h/Picture+080b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157814507403429250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Q895sjRYI/AAAAAAAAATg/CZvgjchDvEY/s400/Picture+080b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Eric turned the big 32 today.  It is so great because for the next 7 months he can't say that I am older then him.  Things I love about Eric.....&lt;br /&gt;He is always good for a laugh. &lt;br /&gt;He is my best friend.  We were laying on the bed the other day talking and it hit me how great it is to be in love and so close with someone who is your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;He works so hard for our family.&lt;br /&gt;He is a great dad.  He is so good at finding alternate methods to get the boys to do what we want.&lt;br /&gt;He is so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-2301467882304948823?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2301467882304948823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=2301467882304948823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2301467882304948823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/2301467882304948823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-eric.html' title='Happy Birthday Eric'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R5Q895sjRYI/AAAAAAAAATg/CZvgjchDvEY/s72-c/Picture+080b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4932104777251954507</id><published>2008-01-02T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:44:33.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R4KS1JsjRPI/AAAAAAAAASY/BaKU5HRsocU/s1600-h/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152842365498770674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R4KS1JsjRPI/AAAAAAAAASY/BaKU5HRsocU/s400/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally a minute to talk about Christmas. Christmas seemed to come and go so quickly this year. I had a really hard time getting into it. I think that Eric working 24 hours a day may be part of the reason. The kids were so cute about Christmas. I love the ages that they are because it is still so magical. We are a few weeks out and Camden still swears he hears reindeer on our roof. I think that the hit of Christmas was the Wii. We are so grateful for all of the blessings that we have. Thank you so much to everyone for making this holiday a great one. Here is a slide show with some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=4b0efeed23d963329abcfa&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=4b0efeed23d963329abcfa&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/4b0efeed23d963329abcfa/701.gif" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank"&gt;Make photo slide shows at &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4932104777251954507?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4932104777251954507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4932104777251954507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4932104777251954507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4932104777251954507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R4KS1JsjRPI/AAAAAAAAASY/BaKU5HRsocU/s72-c/Picture+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1011266907038253011</id><published>2007-12-27T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:29:16.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Niece Born on  December 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R3UjKJsjROI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3X2kEND5fqs/s1600-h/Picture+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149060406276474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R3UjKJsjROI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3X2kEND5fqs/s320/Picture+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bevyn arrived this morning at 9:20 a.m. She weighed 7 lbs. 12 oz. and 20 in. long. I can't believe my little sis has a baby.  Rachelle had been in labor since Christmas Day and it was definately time for her to arrive.  Somehow I ended up the first one at the hospital and was lucky enough to see her awake.  I am so excited for Rachelle and Jeremy.  They will be great parents.  Rachelle is the first person I know who had a baby that I remember being a baby.  Somehow I imagined that Bevyn would look just like her mama.  The jury is still out on that one, so far I think she might be taking after Jer.  Congratulations!!!  Like I have said a hundred times if I can't have a girl of my own the next best thing would be for one of my sisters to have a girl.  So it is kind of like I had my first daughter today (minus all of the sleepless nights, poopy diapers, and all of the bad stuff)  not a bad deal I must say.  Love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1011266907038253011?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1011266907038253011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1011266907038253011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1011266907038253011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1011266907038253011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-niece-born-on-december-27.html' title='Another Niece Born on  December 27'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R3UjKJsjROI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3X2kEND5fqs/s72-c/Picture+258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4645486239647832104</id><published>2007-12-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:33:48.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Addy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R3PTypsjRNI/AAAAAAAAASI/U4s090SRnrU/s1600-h/Picture+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148691666154243282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R3PTypsjRNI/AAAAAAAAASI/U4s090SRnrU/s320/Picture+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to take a moment to say Happy Birthday to my cute niece. I cannot believe that she is already 4 years old. I just have to say that four years ago on this day, I witnessed a huge miracle. Addy was born at 25 weeks and she weighed a mere 1 lb. 6 or 7 oz. (sorry I don't remember Tam). At the time I was 6 months pregnant with Camden. When I heard all of the things that could go wrong I never stopped to think of all of the things that could go right. Which turned out to be everything. The first time I saw Addy tears just streamed down my face (sorry Font-I tried to be strong). She was the size of a dollar bill. Little did I know the huge spirit that would come out of that small body. I can't imagine a funnier or quirkier little girl. Addy I am so glad you fought so hard to be with us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Addy for 4 years of laughter. Happy Birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4645486239647832104?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4645486239647832104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4645486239647832104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4645486239647832104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4645486239647832104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-addy.html' title='Happy Birthday Addy!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R3PTypsjRNI/AAAAAAAAASI/U4s090SRnrU/s72-c/Picture+227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3819834175387294634</id><published>2007-12-19T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:37:35.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnecting with an Old Friend</title><content type='html'>So tonight I met Casey for dinner.  It has been way too long since we have done anything.  I had such a great time talking with her and catching up.   It felt as though we never missed a beat.   I came right home and looked for any old pictures of us to put on the blog.  I found these pictures of ninth grade promotion.  Boy are those some beautiful dresses.  Timeless of course.......&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R2n2SJsjRLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pQc60DWYZMA/s1600-h/iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145914840948360370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R2n2SJsjRLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pQc60DWYZMA/s400/iii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so good to know that we still get along so well.  It feels like we have been friends forever.  My first memory of Casey after she moved into the neighborhood was that we both had Hepatitis at the same time.  I think that somehow bonded us.  I have such fond memories of growing up with her.  Some of the craziest things I did always included her.  Good thing most people never knew most of those things.... (Retribution, seminary devotionals, yanitza and olga, nicknaming everyone, targeting the quiet kids, fruit and cream bars, mexico, and so much more) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R2n2SJsjRMI/AAAAAAAAASA/izPvGYwt7PI/s1600-h/jjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145914840948360386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R2n2SJsjRMI/AAAAAAAAASA/izPvGYwt7PI/s400/jjj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's not let so much time pass the next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-3819834175387294634?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3819834175387294634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3819834175387294634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3819834175387294634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3819834175387294634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/reconnecting-with-old-friend.html' title='Reconnecting with an Old Friend'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R2n2SJsjRLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pQc60DWYZMA/s72-c/iii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8240288970691949141</id><published>2007-12-18T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:53:52.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-you're it!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by my friend Casey! Just so you know I hate doing these things because I don't think I have anything all that interesting to share. But as things went in the olden days..Casey is very convincing. Sorry it took so long. The name of this game is to answer the following 10 questions and then tag 4 other friends to do the same on their blog pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing you cooked last week...I usually cook a lot. But nowadays with a husband who is never home for dinner I find myself scaling down dinners. Don't really enjoy cooking a big dinner for myself. I tried Joey's pot pie recipe. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried? Thursday night. Eric had just told me he wouldn't be home from work until after 7:00. At 5:50, Brennan told me Daddy was home. I was so shocked and excited that he would do as he promised and come home one day a week before 6(and no less as a surprise). Now to the reason I cried. It was not Daddy. It was a long week of single parenting and Daddy didn't get home until after 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you were doing 10 years ago: 1. Working full time at ITC 2. Going to school full time 3. Dating the wrong guy 4. Driving my Saturn 5. Having fun with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you were doing 5 years ago: 1. Working full time at XO and hating every minute of it(except for Ann and Nancy) 2. Being a mom to 2 year old Brennan 3. Eric working at Fairbanks Capital 4. Starting to do crafts 5. Teaching primary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you were doing 1 year ago: 1. Dry heaving 10 times a day and no sleep from pregnancy 2. Buying an investment house 3. Getting Brennan started in the school system 4. Still Enrichment Leader! 5.  Can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven of your favorite hobbies: reading, going to movies, hanging with my family, searching the internet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favorite foods: 1. Caramel 2. Any Mexican 3. Any Italian 4.  Bread  5.  Veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places you've been: Mexico City, Cancun, Hawaii, California, St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Favorite Memories: Giving birth to three healthy boys(I love to meet these new little people for the first time), reconnecting with Eric after 7 years and then marrying him, Junior High School-I was on top of the world, Camden doing the P-dance for the first time(you will have to ask to hear that story), watching Brennan play sports for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this took so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am tagging Tammy, Rachelle,  and Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-8240288970691949141?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8240288970691949141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8240288970691949141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8240288970691949141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8240288970691949141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag-you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6129418297923001760</id><published>2007-12-11T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:39:19.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Making</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of our Charlie Brown Gingerbread house.  I really use to put a lot of care into this tradition.   For some reason I now just accept that it is meant to be a time for fun.  The boys had fun decorating the house and their personal cookies.  I think they ate more frosting then candy.  Gross!  Although, I had to intervene on the placement of certain gumdrops on their Gingerbread Men.   BOYS!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19ysQe-n4I/AAAAAAAAARY/ffKDLL7O7gk/s1600-h/P1000689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142955404145106818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19ysQe-n4I/AAAAAAAAARY/ffKDLL7O7gk/s400/P1000689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19ysge-n5I/AAAAAAAAARg/Fr-RpQhonGA/s1600-h/P1000691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142955408440074130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19ysge-n5I/AAAAAAAAARg/Fr-RpQhonGA/s400/P1000691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The house has been finished for less then 24 hours and is only missing the gum balls (courtesy of Camden). &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/523057472771904524-6129418297923001760?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6129418297923001760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6129418297923001760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6129418297923001760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6129418297923001760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/gingerbread-making.html' title='Gingerbread Making'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19ysQe-n4I/AAAAAAAAARY/ffKDLL7O7gk/s72-c/P1000689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8974501571717350270</id><published>2007-12-11T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:30:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE ???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142951414120488818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vEAe-n3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/RtEvmjClnFA/s400/P1000661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;For many years now I send out Christmas cards.  Usually I have taken pictures in the fall and use those for our cards.  This year because of neck problems I was not prepared.   So the other night I decide to try to take some pictures of the boys to see if I could get just ONE good enough to put on a card.   So I get the boys by the tree in hopes that I will have some luck.  Well, pictures are never fun but I didn't imagine that my biggest problem would be my biggest kid.  Brennan started out a little mad. ( I think he was hungry-I should have known better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vDAe-n0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9-MdiBcrYQQ/s1600-h/P1000634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142951396940619586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vDAe-n0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9-MdiBcrYQQ/s400/P1000634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then it turned into a huge cry fest.  So being the great mother that I am I have a very stern talk with him and basically tell him to buck up and smile.  As witnessed by the picture below my mothering skills may not be that great.  I told Brennan to smile after I took this picture and he informed me that he was smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vDge-n1I/AAAAAAAAARA/DJGbYM78V7Y/s1600-h/P1000637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142951405530554194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vDge-n1I/AAAAAAAAARA/DJGbYM78V7Y/s400/P1000637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A poll anyone.  Is that a smile or an angry beast???  I did not get a good picture of all three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vDwe-n2I/AAAAAAAAARI/Mu_tovmutJQ/s1600-h/P1000632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142951409825521506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vDwe-n2I/AAAAAAAAARI/Mu_tovmutJQ/s400/P1000632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least some of the Felman boys are SMILING!  I guess I will try again another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-8974501571717350270?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8974501571717350270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8974501571717350270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8974501571717350270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8974501571717350270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/smile.html' title='SMILE ???????'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19vEAe-n3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/RtEvmjClnFA/s72-c/P1000661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-8233734773880653374</id><published>2007-12-11T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:09:33.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Night</title><content type='html'>So every year the Park girls have our annual Christmas candy making night.  A few years back,  my mom went all out and bought us Christmas cooking aprons for this special night.  I have to say that this year was a little more uneventful than most.  We actually had many things turn out right.  If you know my mom you know that 'on occasion' she gets a little side tracked.  She always has way too many things going on at once.   Sometimes candy making coupled with my mom is not the best combination.  The up side to this is some very good laughs.    &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142920932737588882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19TVwe-npI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9UUviRTHg-s/s400/Girls%27+Candy+Making+Night+Dec+9+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So here are me, my sisters and my mom.  The other girls had not yet arrived but CANDY waits for no one.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19Unge-nxI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mpOALyA-Y_w/s1600-h/Girls"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142922337191894802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19Unge-nxI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mpOALyA-Y_w/s400/Girls%27+Candy+Making+Night+Dec+9+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of my very pregnant little sister.  I had to laugh because every time I looked at her she had a little more chocolate on her face.  I think the fact that she is pregnant made it all a little more amusing because no one else had that problem but her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19Uoge-nyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eg4sK7iCbcE/s1600-h/Girls"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142922354371764002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19Uoge-nyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eg4sK7iCbcE/s400/Girls%27+Candy+Making+Night+Dec+9+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of the sugar cookie crew.  Ashlyn and Katie were making them just right.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142921052996673218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19Tcwe-nsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k8gtXQv44Ys/s400/Girls%27+Candy+Making+Night+Dec+9+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the first year that Ashlyn has joined us for this fun tradition.  I have to say that she was the highlight of the night for me.  She will soon be my mom's favorite for candy making.  She was so cute because she was so serious about it.   The rest of us are too busy having fun.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142921022931902130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19TbAe-nrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/bbxFebI8i7s/s400/Girls%27+Candy+Making+Night+Dec+9+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mom's neighbor helped her make caramel a few days earlier.  This picture is the chocolate dipping process.  The caramel was good but I think that I like our old recipe a little bit more.  It was fun trying something new.  My mom got some good suggestions from the neighbor that I am sure we will continue in years to come.  (Gloves and hair nets!)  What an idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19UpAe-nzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rssQg64ZhFQ/s1600-h/Girls"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142922362961698610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19UpAe-nzI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rssQg64ZhFQ/s400/Girls%27+Candy+Making+Night+Dec+9+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the final picture of our night.  What a fun bunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-8233734773880653374?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8233734773880653374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=8233734773880653374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8233734773880653374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/8233734773880653374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/candy-night.html' title='Candy Night'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R19TVwe-npI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9UUviRTHg-s/s72-c/Girls%27+Candy+Making+Night+Dec+9+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-9142878659066465851</id><published>2007-12-05T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:16:14.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1bOGwe-noI/AAAAAAAAAPY/de3aZOahwp8/s1600-h/W440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140522640179371650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1bOGwe-noI/AAAAAAAAAPY/de3aZOahwp8/s320/W440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I would like to pay tribute to my mom. What a great mom that I have. My mom has taught me about sacrifice of all kinds. As an adult I realize how many sacrifices that she made for her 6 children. I am so lucky to have a mom that cares so much about her kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all of the lessons that helped us to learn the value of hard work and how to see the fruits of your labor. Thank you for so many funny moments. You have always made me laugh with you and mostly at you. Thank you for being such a great teacher. You never give yourself enough credit but you have the gift. Thank you for your devotion to all of your children. Thank you for never letting me give up. Thank you for being a wonderful grandmother to my kids. I dare say that at any given moment they would trade me in for you in a heartbeat. Thank you for teaching me good values. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Mom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-9142878659066465851?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9142878659066465851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=9142878659066465851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/9142878659066465851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/9142878659066465851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday MOM'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1bOGwe-noI/AAAAAAAAAPY/de3aZOahwp8/s72-c/W440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6916040690818356851</id><published>2007-12-02T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:18:04.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is Finally Here</title><content type='html'>So Saturday was the perfect way to start out December.  Me, Brennan and Camden set out to build our first snowman of the year..............As you can see below we did not have much luck.  The snow was so powdery that we couldn't pack it at all.  So we moved on to bigger and better things.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139623415761510002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1OcRAe-nnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-P5LwpWyXDc/s400/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shoveling snow.  Now I have to take a minute to share a random Camden moment.  Camden is my little mischevious boy.  I really think that if you read the book Curious George it about sums up Camden.  He really isn't trying to be naughty just so very CURIOUS.  So often times I catch him hurrying to hide from me with a smile on his face and something behind his back.  It never fails that he has one or numerous items that he should not have.  So whenever I see him acting like this, naturally I hunt him down and take the items in question.  This has been going on for about 2 years.  Suddenly the last week Camden has a new fun game.  Act like you have been in mischief.  Hide behind something.  Put on the trouble smile.  Make mommy chase you around.  When caught, you have nothing.  The other day at least 3 times I could be found playing cat and mouse with Camden around the kitchen island.  Upon catching him, I, much to my surprise, find he has nothing or has done nothing wrong.  He is messing with my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I stop my usual routine?   No............because I know him to well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto the pictures below.  We are out shoveling snow.  Eric comes out to take some pictures.  What does Camden do????? He makes Eric chase him around the car, acting suspicious.  What a fun game.  At least we got a few cute pictures and I got a good laugh because I was not his target today.     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1OcPwe-nkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/z0AyR3DK2YM/s1600-R/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139623394286673474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1OcPwe-nkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/B4GwUTaLf7Y/s400/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1OcQQe-nlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TfJJZTnEOcw/s1600-R/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139623402876608082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1OcQQe-nlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cr_JyD9lUdQ/s400/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6916040690818356851?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6916040690818356851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6916040690818356851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6916040690818356851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6916040690818356851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-is-finally-here.html' title='Winter is Finally Here'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R1OcRAe-nnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-P5LwpWyXDc/s72-c/Picture+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-364810973488557563</id><published>2007-11-26T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:39:40.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK FRIDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>So this post is a little late but I thought I should include the events of this crazy morning.  So first off the main reason I have even weathered the craziness of this day for the last few years is because of one person-Tammy.  Now I am not saying that there aren't parts of it that I don't enjoy.  Crazy people always entertain me, saving (enough) money is always a plus, 7+ hours of shopping kid free is unusual and time with my very entertaining sister in law is a blast.  Tammy can always seem to convince me to do things that I am not really sure I want to do.   For instance, wake up at 3 a.m. to feed the baby(who is just barely sleeping through the night) and be at the mall by 4 a.m.  So we started out at Mervyns and that was the beginning of a little money saving.  I do have to say that for me that was the only part of the morning that felt like shopping success.  We went to about 5-6 more stores and stopped to get our favorite fabulous donuts(I guess that was a success too).  We learned from other people that a $10 gift card is never worth getting hurt.  We remembered that good planning is key.  We met the mayor of Rock Springs while standing in an unproductive line.  We learned that men at Office Max take the adventure way too seriously or at least they didn't want us to know what treasures they planned on buying.(Who knows maybe we would have jumped in front of them and taken it first)(Probably not!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than the fact that I have still not caught up on the sleep I missed it was an alright morning.  In past years I tried to get the majority of my Christmas shopping done on this day. &lt;br /&gt;But.....................................................&lt;br /&gt;2007 Black Friday = Way more Christmas shopping to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-364810973488557563?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/364810973488557563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=364810973488557563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/364810973488557563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/364810973488557563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday.html' title='BLACK FRIDAY!!!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-3090071229427549542</id><published>2007-11-24T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:47:05.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here is Camden after the Thanksgiving Feast at preschool. As always Camden is so happy to dress up. He enjoyed wearing this for many days after his party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136541517188622610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipS5oS6RI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_KQNa25W3t0/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Thanksgiving this year was with the Felman's. We had our dinner at Tammy and Eric's house. I went over to Tammy's house at about 9:00 to begin our day of cooking. This was the first Thanksgiving dinner that either of us have done and it turned out pretty good. All of the food was yummy and Tammy tried something new with the Turkey that actually worked. Overall it was a really good day minus the achy back from so many hours of cooking. Also, we missed having Curtis here.  At least next year he will be back home.  We love you Curt!!  Here is the spread of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipvJoS6UI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MMOJMDWuy48/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136542002519927106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipvJoS6UI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MMOJMDWuy48/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipjpoS6SI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RlCnvkTZnmQ/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136541804951431458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipjpoS6SI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RlCnvkTZnmQ/s400/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We wanted to do place holders so me and the boys made some Turkey's stuffed with candy. We had a good time making them but I had raw fingers from multiple glue gun burns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipj5oS6TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zaC-cuvFSNs/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136541809246398770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipj5oS6TI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zaC-cuvFSNs/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't actually believe that Thanksgiving has actually come and passed. For some reason this year it has been really hard for me to accept that the holidays are already in full swing. Before we know it Christmas will be here. It is a nice time to reflect on how many things we have to be thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Things I am Thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric. What would I ever do without him. He is always good for a laugh(a lot of times at me). He is a great dad to my kids. He is the love of my life. He puts up with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boys. Need I say more. Being a mother has been the hardest best thing I have ever done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and sister in laws. I am so blessed to have all of these people in my life. Honestly I have the best sisters and I have been so lucky to have sister in laws that are my best friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors/friends. I have the best neighbors who are my friends. They are always there for me. They go up and above helping me with my kids. They do things for me before I even know that I need them. They laugh with me. They cry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's (real) days off. (He works way too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Family. I have a great family. I also have great in-laws. They help us so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time. Not mine but the kids'.&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/523057472771904524-3090071229427549542?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3090071229427549542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=3090071229427549542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3090071229427549542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/3090071229427549542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/R0ipS5oS6RI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_KQNa25W3t0/s72-c/Picture+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6924438318966046611</id><published>2007-11-17T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:46:17.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I got my hair cut this week.  As some people may know my sister Cheryse finished hair school in the spring and so I went to the salon she works at to get my hair cut.  Her boss Tony was doing some training and so all was going well and Cheryse was doing good and at the very end Tony decides to do something funky with my bangs.  So any way good hair cut bad bangs.  So I was feeling a little weird with these short....short bangs and new layers.  The little neighbor girl (4 years old) sees me and told me 'Tifani, you look like a rock star'!  I don't really think that was the look I was going for but I got a good laugh at that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the other day Brennan starts talking to me about a boy in his school named Vadeen.  I think he may be from Russia and moved here last year.  So Brennan tells me 'Mom I don't really know where he used to live but I think he came from a different planet!  I am pretty sure he meant country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-6924438318966046611?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6924438318966046611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6924438318966046611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6924438318966046611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6924438318966046611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny-moments.html' title='Funny Moments'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4625069835423020943</id><published>2007-11-16T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:58:56.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD WEEK</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that Beckett is FINALLY sleeping through the night. Can I just say Hooray!! It only took 7 months. Actually this is horrible for a Felman. The other kids we were able to rope in at about 5-6 months. Beckett has only been waking up on average 5 times a night or more for a long time. I kept thinking that he had ear infections or something because there must be a reason....RIGHT. WRONG! Unless of course you consider a parent torture tactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid has robbed more sleep from me even before birth then I could have ever imagined. I don't think that I have had a good night's sleep in over a year but hopefully this is a sign of good things to come. Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4625069835423020943?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4625069835423020943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4625069835423020943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4625069835423020943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4625069835423020943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-week.html' title='A GOOD WEEK'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1542617997196035667</id><published>2007-11-04T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:48:50.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the boys on Halloween night.........Aren't they spooky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129084319389992370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4rA3BERbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/snOJf3DKnuc/s400/P1000558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4s5XBEReI/AAAAAAAAANo/uROuGkBQTJg/s1600-h/P1000549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129086389564229090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4s5XBEReI/AAAAAAAAANo/uROuGkBQTJg/s400/P1000549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4s5nBERfI/AAAAAAAAANw/X5Jmq5TO1Co/s1600-h/P1000547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129086393859196402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4s5nBERfI/AAAAAAAAANw/X5Jmq5TO1Co/s400/P1000547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Beckett didn't get to go out and enjoy the trick or treating festivities we took pictures instead.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4s6nBERgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iIV_u2YuUsQ/s1600-h/P1000555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129086411039065602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4s6nBERgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iIV_u2YuUsQ/s400/P1000555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big brother holding the scary dragon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129082386654709042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4pQXBERTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZO3UB-hvFyI/s400/P1000538-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4rBnBERcI/AAAAAAAAANY/FkIdOaibKRY/s1600-h/P1000562-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129084332274894274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4rBnBERcI/AAAAAAAAANY/FkIdOaibKRY/s400/P1000562-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to get a side view of the dragon.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4rB3BERdI/AAAAAAAAANg/wfRKFtdEZag/s1600-h/P1000565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129084336569861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4rB3BERdI/AAAAAAAAANg/wfRKFtdEZag/s400/P1000565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again we had our annual circle and a 'little beyond' pre trick or treating Halloween party.  Hardly anyone ate with all of the excitement.  Here is a picture of the circle crew getting ready to go out SPOOKIN! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129082373769807138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4pPnBERSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L5udBR1CZeE/s400/P1000534-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The big boys were too fast so Eric ended up with Camden and McCall.  They were a little bit slower and pooped out sooner then the rest.  They had such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4qRHBERWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5nHjAupwDKo/s1600-h/P1000541-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129083499051238754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4qRHBERWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5nHjAupwDKo/s400/P1000541-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4qRXBERXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9_-TJ7wgq0k/s1600-h/P1000543-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129083503346206066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4qRXBERXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9_-TJ7wgq0k/s400/P1000543-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4qSHBERYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/W7AUSuXFFfo/s1600-h/P1000546.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129082403834578258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4pRXBERVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/49_dhEpiy-c/s400/P1000540-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Brennan and the crew.  They started running and never stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4pQ3BERUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rD50CCGI1YA/s1600-h/P1000539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129082395244643650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4pQ3BERUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rD50CCGI1YA/s400/P1000539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day for the kids.  They got way too much candy.  Of course Camden had&lt;br /&gt;most of it polished off in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/523057472771904524-1542617997196035667?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1542617997196035667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1542617997196035667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1542617997196035667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1542617997196035667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/11/spooky-day.html' title='Spooky Day!'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ry4rA3BERbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/snOJf3DKnuc/s72-c/P1000558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-6879412171880018350</id><published>2007-10-30T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:23:27.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of me gutting Brennan's pumpkin.  For some reason my big tough kid does not like pumpkin guts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251489341064466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyeoEHBERRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WaYYvPU7JRk/s400/P1000490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some action shots from our exciting night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127248753446896754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ryelk3BERHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/H_P8ZJyq7XY/s400/P1000494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127248749151929442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyelknBERGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1k_Hno4Vxww/s400/P1000500.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Eric washing seeds to cook.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127248701907289170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ryelh3BERFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3siHap46_6k/s400/P1000493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beckett kind of got in on the action.  We handed him a pumpkin and he tried to eat it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127247877273568306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ryekx3BERDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nONkXyoJHOU/s400/P1000488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cheryse and Mark joined us.  They decided to do a double sided pumpkin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127248573058270274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyelaXBEREI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8q923iNTbUU/s400/P1000486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is NOT Brennan's pumpkin although he designed it and cut it out!  Who does this remind you of????&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127249977512576130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyemsHBERII/AAAAAAAAAK4/IZ51YqA87S0/s400/P1000501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Maybe he was making a self portrait!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251094204073202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyentHBERPI/AAAAAAAAALw/U1OVa7pyDlE/s400/P1000525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Camden with his pumpkin that Eric made.  He wanted a scary design.  I think Dad succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyensHBERNI/AAAAAAAAALg/dJg53VQFfOU/s1600-h/P1000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251077024203986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyensHBERNI/AAAAAAAAALg/dJg53VQFfOU/s400/P1000521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys with the finished pumpkins!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ryens3BEROI/AAAAAAAAALo/g-z3lhaTlvM/s1600-h/P1000524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251089909105890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ryens3BEROI/AAAAAAAAALo/g-z3lhaTlvM/s400/P1000524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mark's original creation of a mad guy staring at a conjoined pumpkin....You would have to ask Mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyentnBERQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sYMR2m9a2Sk/s1600-h/P1000531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127251102794007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyentnBERQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sYMR2m9a2Sk/s400/P1000531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pumpkin that I carved.  &lt;strong&gt;Yes it is a tribute to Edward and Bella!&lt;/strong&gt;  Little did Brennan know he thought I was carving this for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Ryems3BERJI/AAAAAAAAALA/vY5blbMMXTM/s1600-h/P1000507.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyemuHBERKI/AAAAAAAAALI/t5a5MRXknH4/s1600-h/P1000510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127250011872314530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyemuHBERKI/AAAAAAAAALI/t5a5MRXknH4/s400/P1000510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/523057472771904524-6879412171880018350?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6879412171880018350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=6879412171880018350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6879412171880018350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/6879412171880018350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkin Carving'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyeoEHBERRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WaYYvPU7JRk/s72-c/P1000490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1782462386205723467</id><published>2007-10-26T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:08:41.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Caught Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Brennan's Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brennan turned 7 on September 26. I can't believe I have a 7 year old!! This has been such a fast 7 years. I have been thinking a lot about when Brennan was born. That was such an exciting time for us. We had no idea what joy he would bring to us. He is such a good kid. He helps us out so much. Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not very good picture takers. So yes, this is the best picture we have of Brennan on his Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125705597467247282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIqFXBEQrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ItnDgQr2Df0/s400/P1000375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Brennan's cake complete with little brother. This is the closest thing I could find to a Transformer cake. The tank actually transforms. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125706044143846098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIqfXBEQtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dRiBHEhkDGo/s400/P1000378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess who is eating Baby Food!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took some convincing but finally Beckett likes baby food. He gets so excited at meal time now. I can't shovel it down fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125705610352149186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIqGHBEQsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PSjtkHLpINg/s400/P1000384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So here is my Beckett segment. I had to put some pictures in of him moving around on the floor. Unklike his brothers he loves to be on his stomach. He is so determined to get what he wants that he always seems to get what he is after.  I took Becektt in for his 6 month appointment.  He was 17 lbs. 7 oz. and 27 inches long.  (65% weight, 80% height)  So I said to the doctor, wow he is my littlest kid yet.  The doctor was like you realize he is not that little, his kids weigh that much at a year.  So I must rephrase.  Beckett is not that little, he is just the littlest BIG Felman!  Maybe we are making them smaller these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr43BEQuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h8RVzKbEr2g/s1600-h/P1000395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125707581742138082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr43BEQuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h8RVzKbEr2g/s200/P1000395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr53BEQwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mVIF1-bc75E/s1600-h/P1000399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125707598922007298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr53BEQwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mVIF1-bc75E/s200/P1000399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr5XBEQvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FzmenjncUis/s1600-h/P1000396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125707590332072690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr5XBEQvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FzmenjncUis/s200/P1000396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more quick note...........Look at those ears. I have to say that we have no idea where those ears came from but I just love them. I can't help but smile every time I notice them, which is a lot. It is like they really stick out but just at the top. It is soooo funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr6XBEQxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CLObivAVfJ4/s1600-h/P1000416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125707607511941906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIr6XBEQxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CLObivAVfJ4/s200/P1000416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camden's New Jacket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I bought a new jacket for Camden that he loves so much. He wore it for four days straight. I mean nap time, bed time, all day long. It had to be zipped clear to the top too. He would wake up from naps beet red he was so hot. He is so funny because the funniest things make his day. Who would have guessed....a jacket!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIubHBEQyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OsveFSjbCCo/s1600-h/P1000434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125710369175913250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIubHBEQyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OsveFSjbCCo/s400/P1000434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preschool Halloween Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday was the big party. Aunt Tammy got to go to this party so thank you for the pictures. So this picture was taken at home before Buzz left for school. He seemed so happy to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIub3BEQzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vntNvzsxhA8/s1600-h/P1000437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125710382060815154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIub3BEQzI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vntNvzsxhA8/s400/P1000437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is the car pool bunch waiting to go scare Ms. Wendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIucnBEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/NPekaDsY6Uw/s1600-h/P1000441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125710394945717058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIucnBEQ0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/NPekaDsY6Uw/s400/P1000441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is Tinkerbell Addy. She looked so very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIudHBEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/134giwuAjG4/s1600-h/P1000444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125710403535651666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIudHBEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/134giwuAjG4/s400/P1000444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Apparently, Camden was not in the party mood. Instead he just sat in the corner during game time. But when it came time to pass out the treats....surprise he was suddenly ready to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125721828148659074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyI42HBEQ4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/A-xwk_3CkcI/s400/P1000470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125721763724149618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyI4yXBEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/UBoikfKniYA/s400/P1000480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIud3BEQ2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/OuhMJDTcRNc/s1600-h/P1000470.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1782462386205723467?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1782462386205723467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1782462386205723467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1782462386205723467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1782462386205723467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/almost-caught-up.html' title='Almost Caught Up'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RyIqFXBEQrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ItnDgQr2Df0/s72-c/P1000375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1014094010749083007</id><published>2007-10-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:31:28.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Catching Up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Memorial Day 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a one month old baby we agreed to go camping with the Whole Felman Clan. Overall it went much better than I expected. The baby was good but I spent most of my time in the trailer feeding the baby and taking care of him. It was a little too cold to have him outside. We celebrated Sharee and Cody's Birthday's with a pinata, a wonderful Birthday cake and campsite decorations . Boy are they lucky to always get the privilege of camping birthday parties not to mention the luxury of tent sleeping! Lucky for them they have the wonderful Evelyn who thinks of so many fun things. Thanks for the fun and being such a wonderful Mother and Grandmother to us all! You always think of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are Grandma and Grandpa Felman with Brennan and Beckett. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124023764047756738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwwdxS5_cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PY2MBbgdy8Y/s400/IMGP2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Addy and Camden are slowly getting tired while enjoying the campfire. Complete with glow necklaces from Grandma. The boys were obsessed with the fire. BOYS!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124023772637691346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwweRS5_dI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eXhsU_euLgU/s400/IMGP2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are the Fonts(We affectionately call the Fontana family the Font's because having two Eric's gets very confusing). Any surprise to see Tammy chowing on sunflower seeds? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124023776932658658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwwehS5_eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/k4AYHPn7c1E/s400/IMGP2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I had to include this picture because Cody was in it. He seems to stay under the radar pretty well for such a tall guy. Caught ya!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124024562911673842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwxMRS5_fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8HLUSLDHJYs/s400/IMGP2368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryse and Mark's Wedding 6/20/2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of the only pictures we have for some reason. Camden climbing on the hill and exploring. This was such a fun, long day. We are so excited to have Mark in our family. He is such a great compliment to Cheryse. I love my sisters so much and it is so great to see them becoming women. In one year they are both married and growing up so fast. Boy that makes me feel old. Hopefully I can get some pictures to add soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124011991542398066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwlwhS5_HI/AAAAAAAAACk/yHC7FWJ35YA/s400/IMGP2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lagoon Day 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our annual Grandma Park Lagoon Day. Thanks again Mom for providing us with this fun tradition. We know how much work you do to get us all there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was such a hot day that poor Beckett was so miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124015599314926850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwpChS5_QI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y6X942A7IEE/s400/IMGP2407(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brennan and Hunter and Gage took a chance to cool off on this oh so hot day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124015603609894162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwpCxS5_RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tb2PKZc-FtM/s400/IMGP2412(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Camden had so much fun with his cousins Ashlyn and Ezra. They were all so cute together. They had us laughing so hard. On this one ride they could control their carts to go up and down and they were having so much fun that they begged the ride attendant not to get off for 3 or 4 rides because they didn't want to get back in line. Luckily the line was slow so they were allowed to stay on. I think Ashlyn was the one doing most of the convincing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124012008722267282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwlxhS5_JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/InZOvSOks_A/s400/IMGP2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124012013017234594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwlxxS5_KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FQWp3FHnQz8/s400/IMGP2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beckett started to smile finally. It was well worth the wait. What a cutie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124013258557750498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxwm6RS5_OI/AAAAAAAAADc/0i3h95p9j-Y/s400/IMGP2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124016140480806210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwpiBS5_UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/txb80lF1J_E/s400/IMGP2438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Grandma Bateman came for a visit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we decided to take a picture of four generations. Tifani, Great Grandma Bateman, Grandma Park, Brennan and Beckett. Grandma Bateman is such a strong woman with such an interesting life. What an example she has always been to me of enjoying life and being happy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124012000132332674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwlxBS5_II/AAAAAAAAACs/rdSkZ81pNxg/s400/IMGP2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camden's First Day of Preschool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden started preschool on August 7, 2007. He is going to the same preschool that Brennan did. Ms. Wendi is such a good teacher. Camden had a hard time for the first few weeks. I was so surprised because he is my little social guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124015616494796082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwpDhS5_TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pbynEjYgjuI/s400/IMGP2433(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Addy, Camden's cousin and great friend is in Camden's preschool class. She would not look at me for a picture. But I had to get a picture of her with her fancy glasses. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124015612199828770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwpDRS5_SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/S27Ef_j63D4/s400/IMGP2432(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brennan's First Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Brennan started First Grade. He was so excited to go back to school. I was a little sad to let him go all day long. It was really weird having him gone all day at first. The first few weeks were so hard for him. He loved it but would come home very emotional every day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124019731073465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwszBS5_WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/p05-C5H8N70/s400/IMGP2467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I just had to show that for some reason Brennan could not open his eyes for the pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124019769728171378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxws1RS5_XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GuVu3cxf1_g/s400/IMGP2465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was such a sweet picture of Beckett lounging in the swing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxws1xS5_YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LM852LvqfPk/s1600-h/IMGP2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124019778318105986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="410" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxws1xS5_YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LM852LvqfPk/s400/IMGP2470.JPG" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;9/10/2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camden and Brennan wanted some pictures with the baby. Notice Camden's red nose. He took a face plant on the cement a few weeks before this and so his skin is a little raw. He seems to always have some major owie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxws2xS5_ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i6v4jOK3QnU/s1600-h/IMGP2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124019795497975186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxws2xS5_ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i6v4jOK3QnU/s400/IMGP2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Notice how big Brennan is...standing up and holding Beckett. Oh ya, anything else look different........Brennan lost his first tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxws3RS5_aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M2p6JyScsk4/s1600-h/IMGP2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124019804087909794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxws3RS5_aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M2p6JyScsk4/s400/IMGP2476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124020139095358898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwtKxS5_bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eueGsV-uOQA/s400/IMGP2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1014094010749083007?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1014094010749083007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1014094010749083007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1014094010749083007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1014094010749083007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-catching-up.html' title='Still Catching Up....'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwwdxS5_cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PY2MBbgdy8Y/s72-c/IMGP2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-1254983058860248521</id><published>2007-10-21T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:20:03.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So June 3, 2007 was Beckett's Blessing Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123996031443925970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwXPhS5-9I/AAAAAAAAABU/7lvCaLpQnv0/s400/IMGP2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are the Boys all dressed up.... Aren't they a handsome bunch? This was such a great day with so many family and friends. Eric did such a great job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Baseball with Brennan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124005561976355810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxwf6RS5--I/AAAAAAAAABc/7B6dbW75-uI/s400/Brennan+playing+baseball+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Brennan did so well in Baseball this year.  He is such a natural!!!  In this game he got a home run(not that common for 6 year olds).  Overall it was a good season, I missed too many games with the new baby and not such good weather.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124005570566290418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxwf6xS5-_I/AAAAAAAAABk/kmRrebAaxeo/s400/Brennan+playing+baseball+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are the fearless coaches.  Judd Wilstead(next door neighbor) and his wonderful assistant Eric(dad).  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124005583451192338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxwf7hS5_BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5VDABEXjaFI/s400/Judd+and+Eric.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even two month old Beckett made it too a few games.  Bundled up and asleep, of course.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124005574861257730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxwf7BS5_AI/AAAAAAAAABs/KyPml9tsPLU/s400/Beckett+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-1254983058860248521?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1254983058860248521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=1254983058860248521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1254983058860248521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/1254983058860248521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/continuing-on.html' title='Continuing On...'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxwXPhS5-9I/AAAAAAAAABU/7lvCaLpQnv0/s72-c/IMGP2385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523057472771904524.post-4907570667615850447</id><published>2007-10-19T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:01:51.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first post to the blog. So if this is lame...Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Curtis this is mainly for you since we are so bad at writing you letters. And really all of my friends who live away and I am bad at writing emails too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a crazy year, where do I begin.  I have some catching up to do so bear with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In January we bought an investment house (on the same street as my parents)that Eric and a large pregnant me repaired. The first quarter of the year is mainly a blur of tile and grout and paint and a lot of pain. Some things are easier done without an extra 30 lbs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We finished the house one week before the baby was to be born and right before Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123178793656777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxkv-BS5-2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/i79vAF1Z58w/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A very pregnant me and the boys coloring Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachelle and Jeremy came to help since Dad was going to be late finishing up some things on the Sandy house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camden's 3rd birthday was one day before his brother would be born and all he wanted to do was to ride on the train. That train would be TRAX. So Grandma Felman, Tammy, Addy and Kasen joined us on our big train adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123181615450291074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxkyiRS5-4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/pwejwmjuWRg/s200/Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxkyThS5-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kiSjwlPv22s/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123181362047220594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxkyThS5-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/kiSjwlPv22s/s200/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxkyvhS5-5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oeSlM3Og69g/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123181843083557778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxkyvhS5-5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oeSlM3Og69g/s200/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Camden's Birthday with his cousin Ezra. Their birthday's are only one day apart so we combined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then the newest addition to our family.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;Beckett Nicholas Felman born April 16, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;7 lbs. 2 oz. 20 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123176830856723282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/RxkuLxS5-1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hXaSiwUe6QM/s400/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are literally the first moments of Beckett's life(The doctor's were still busy stitching me up). I love this picture because with c-sections you don't really get to see the baby right away. Laying down on a table limits the view-so in case I didn't get a good look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a relief to finally have Beckett here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123184673467005874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxk1URS5-7I/AAAAAAAAABE/2R9vSh1DXMM/s400/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123184669172038562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxk1UBS5-6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lwy7vVGMzNU/s400/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123184677761973186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxk1UhS5-8I/AAAAAAAAABM/JoZEpGXGtbI/s400/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;His brothers were so excited to bring their brother home.  The first time Camden held him alone was at the hospital in the rocking chair.  We propped a pillow up and he thought he was such a big boy.  Brennan was such a big help and he just loves to hold Beckett too!  THREE BOYS!!!! I am starting to feel a little out numbered.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523057472771904524-4907570667615850447?l=thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4907570667615850447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523057472771904524&amp;postID=4907570667615850447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4907570667615850447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523057472771904524/posts/default/4907570667615850447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefelmanfamily.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-first-post.html' title='Our First Post'/><author><name>Tifani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17820975364929138631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjQH8AeOkeY/Rxkv-BS5-2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/i79vAF1Z58w/s72-c/Picture+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
