<?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-2641087433938431254</id><updated>2012-01-20T09:55:22.525-08:00</updated><category term='Addie'/><category term='milestone'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='three'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='stats'/><category term='NMJNHVFCG GFT'/><category term='Kate'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='5 months'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Addie 12 months'/><category term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Musson Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Marc, Laura Lee, Addie and Kate</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-1585049440096184946</id><published>2012-01-08T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:13:40.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>oh my sweet addie kay</title><content type='html'>So. This one is a story I want Addie to remember. She is such a sweet girl who has faith that can move mountains. &lt;div&gt;We were at the cabin, in Island Park, for Christmas and my Grandma was in the hospital and Addie said the sweetest prayer to help "grandma's mommy" get better.  Her prayer was the sweetest, most sincere prayer and was an example to her mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we returned home we couldn't find Addie's monkeys (her two sock monkeys). She went to bed one night with her monkeys not sleeping with her and the next night she was starting to get worried. I brushed it off as a "it's somewhere and it'll turn up". She prayed that night to find her monkey and gave another sweet sincere prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour or so later my parents (stayed a couple hours longer at the cabin and then stayed a couple days in Idaho Falls), came over and what was in their hands... Addie's sock monkeys. The next day I talked to Addie how her prayer was answered and about Grandma great and how she was getting better. I was talking to her in the car so I couldn't see her face, but I can only imagine what it looked like when she replied "who else is sick? I want to pray for them.". I told her that Grandma Great could still use our prayers since she was still recovering. So Addie wanted to pray right then and told me it was ok I couldn't fold my arms or close my eyes since I was driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She surprised me again and Thanked Heavenly Father that Grandma found her monkeys (I didn't mention for her to say this- which at this point, I was thinking how I should have) and prayed for Grandma Great. She also prayed that we would never have hiccups again. And when the prayer was over she said "isn't that cool mom! We're never going to have hiccups again". We had a little chat of why that wasn't so and talked more about prayer. It was a moment I wanted to write down and share with her when she is older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a sweet girl I have. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-1585049440096184946?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1585049440096184946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=1585049440096184946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1585049440096184946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1585049440096184946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-my-sweet-addie-kay.html' title='oh my sweet addie kay'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-7307381766940258732</id><published>2011-10-14T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:13:08.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Who is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6f9DfENCH4g/TpjZfaxqy5I/AAAAAAAABnU/QmwQA18owzU/s1600/IMG_0532.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6f9DfENCH4g/TpjZfaxqy5I/AAAAAAAABnU/QmwQA18owzU/s400/IMG_0532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663515665205218194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this cute head from behind. Any guesses? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bh6T4BDa6dw/TpjZf8teIqI/AAAAAAAABng/i3bY-b9vHAY/s400/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663515674314416802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's our Addie! With a bob! We have been battling brushing her hair. Morning after morning of screaming fits, wrestling, bribing just to brush her hair, we were both fed up! I use to threaten her (good parenting skills, huh) with chopping her hair off and that use do the trick, at least just to get a brush through her hair. But after a while Addie was all about chopping and a couple days later, I agreed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42a9j__40pI/TpjYYb3r26I/AAAAAAAABmc/F_euQ3Sa4M4/s400/IMG_0528.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663514445728177058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Before the cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought I'd have a hard time seeing her beautiful locks of golden hair go. Especially since she will be cinderella for halloween and I wanted to curl her hair and to pull it up in a beautiful curly do. sigh. (obviously, I'm still bummed about that). But can I tell you how relieved I was during the cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ko1xdW00cmw/TpjYY67hWtI/AAAAAAAABmo/BY-NIeZjO_Y/s400/IMG_0529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663514454065765074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Making the first cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I was imagining my mornings of saying lets do our hair, and Addie jumping up and agreeing with no whining. I suddenly started getting excited to see the cut all finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWwgWmsmDpQ/TpjYaI62f6I/AAAAAAAABnA/iYHRbvBcHcs/s1600/IMG_0531.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWwgWmsmDpQ/TpjYaI62f6I/AAAAAAAABnA/iYHRbvBcHcs/s400/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663514475000922018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Half way done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love it!!! It's still my sweet Addie. I think it makes her look a little older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bh6T4BDa6dw/TpjZf8teIqI/AAAAAAAABng/i3bY-b9vHAY/s400/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663515674314416802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the finished cut again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She is so cute and it almost, ALMOST makes me want to chop my own hair. Again, ALMOST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait to do her hair tomorrow!! Here's to no more tears!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;**A big shout out to my awesome friend, Kaylin! She did an awesome job!! Thank you!!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7307381766940258732?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7307381766940258732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7307381766940258732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7307381766940258732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7307381766940258732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-is-this.html' title='Who is this?'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-6f9DfENCH4g/TpjZfaxqy5I/AAAAAAAABnU/QmwQA18owzU/s72-c/IMG_0532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8725786628168392336</id><published>2011-10-14T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:14:27.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Cornbelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fZsGGYr19U/TpjRDRJnqZI/AAAAAAAABmE/Bx2ce_QNC00/s1600/IMG_0526.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-8fZsGGYr19U/TpjRDRJnqZI/AAAAAAAABmE/Bx2ce_QNC00/s400/IMG_0526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663506385491962258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The big rocking chair at the entrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marc's hospital has a group for the wives, well, it's called partners in medicine, so husbands can go too (I suppose). They have all these groups that get together and have a good time. Well, that I don't know, I've only been to one group- which was today and I was late so I missed the group. NOT THE POINT. &lt;/span&gt; It was playgroup and we went to Cornbelly's at Thanksgiving point.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I was planning on meeting up with a friend from Columbus (her husband is a resident at the U too- how convenient) and it was awesome since I missed the group. I thought it was going to be a small pumping patch with a couple slides... yeah, it was quadruple my expectations.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdAoxZ58A7M/TpjRCPa9atI/AAAAAAAABl8/rX_w_hqPyRg/s400/IMG_0519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663506367847951058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kate in the bouncy castle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was HUGE and a TON of people. There was a princess pumpkin area with dress ups, a carriage, play house, bouncy castle, corn box, and a stage where - I guess performances are held - my girls just danced to the princes music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They had tons of other things. Have I mentioned it was huge?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of our visit Kate was getting a little restless, ok she was turning into a monster so I searched for Addie at the bouncy houses area. No where, then I hear an announcement that a little girl has been found in a white shirt, two braids and she's four. I turned to Jamie (my friend from Columbus) and said that's Addie. And sure enough, there she was at the information desk. She didn't even looked worried! Really?! I asked her why she wondered off and she said "I was thirsty". Another "Really?!" is in order, I brought three water bottles, THREE! Oh that little child of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvt-JpF8TfA/TpjRB6aQ6RI/AAAAAAAABls/gxCP76a-ZGQ/s400/IMG_0521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663506362207889682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the bazillion slides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. We left after having a piece of chocolate cake from Magleby's and heading home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I was a little unhappy with was the admission was 10 bucks, well, 10.95 (Kate was free) but we didn't walk home with a pumpkin!! c'mon! I know the place was huge with lots of things to do, but I thought we'd at least get a pumpkin. I'm calm about it now, but when I was there I could have blown a fuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. It was lots of fun. Next partners in medicine gathering I'll have to make sure I meet other mom's.... or dads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Addie was camera shy today, that's why most of them are of Kate.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm trying to upload movies*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8725786628168392336?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8725786628168392336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8725786628168392336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8725786628168392336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8725786628168392336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/cornbelly.html' title='Cornbelly'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-8fZsGGYr19U/TpjRDRJnqZI/AAAAAAAABmE/Bx2ce_QNC00/s72-c/IMG_0526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8757199568402505944</id><published>2011-10-13T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:15:56.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie's first day at preschool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-881cc9fda92e2ab7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D881cc9fda92e2ab7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330458537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3079A4C02F27ED5E257701AB21663ADE4B32E68A.51F3816BE6433E4A0AE9802756C6C224A1012AE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D881cc9fda92e2ab7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D87Okffnpejti7uaFIJTx_PWXFgo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D881cc9fda92e2ab7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330458537%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3079A4C02F27ED5E257701AB21663ADE4B32E68A.51F3816BE6433E4A0AE9802756C6C224A1012AE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D881cc9fda92e2ab7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D87Okffnpejti7uaFIJTx_PWXFgo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie's preschool interview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Addie is going to preschool this year. I decided to put her in for a couple reasons, probably different than most. &lt;div&gt;1. Addie and I need this break from one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I want Addie to learn structure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I want Addie to learn from someone other than me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aF-6vkmj46s/TpdKRTx3EjI/AAAAAAAABk8/YpEau-PDcwc/s400/IMG_0431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663076717669323314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right before leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVtI-nIwjeE/TpdKR7ohpRI/AAAAAAAABlM/I9WauQWTO48/s400/IMG_0433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663076728367588626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kate is going to miss her buddy during those two hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u__RqLX8l-8/TpdKnCBCg4I/AAAAAAAABlU/8mbMOjT6wRk/s400/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663077090858271618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Settling in quite nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been so fun for Addie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWY6-ZRCLrw/TpdKnT94wvI/AAAAAAAABlg/f_et5tmykGU/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663077095676887794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa was there for Addie's first day and Grandpa had to fly out so he came and said goodbye right after her class and then went to the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8757199568402505944?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8757199568402505944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8757199568402505944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8757199568402505944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8757199568402505944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/addies-first-day-at-preschool.html' title='Addie&apos;s first day at preschool.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-aF-6vkmj46s/TpdKRTx3EjI/AAAAAAAABk8/YpEau-PDcwc/s72-c/IMG_0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7889446751365268366</id><published>2011-10-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:16:29.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>I need to brag for a moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About my talented sister-in-law, Dawn. She is an awesome photographer and during our yearly visit in Canada (eh!) she had a shoot with Addie. They turned out SO GOOD!!!! I love her style and what she captured. I LOVE THEM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5NNlvXnKzk/TpdG0ptrfQI/AAAAAAAABkk/nHLIEQ0YmUU/s1600/_DSC8790%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5NNlvXnKzk/TpdG0ptrfQI/AAAAAAAABkk/nHLIEQ0YmUU/s400/_DSC8790%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663072926806277378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80UqrJweWeo/TpdGoGvHghI/AAAAAAAABkY/_dGwec1doKE/s1600/_DSC8706.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80UqrJweWeo/TpdGoGvHghI/AAAAAAAABkY/_dGwec1doKE/s400/_DSC8706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663072711258636818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDUhh20Vp-w/TpdGnQtsVOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/QDZcIAY0t0M/s1600/_DSC8665%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDUhh20Vp-w/TpdGnQtsVOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/QDZcIAY0t0M/s400/_DSC8665%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663072696757146850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-wd8Ev1oOY/TpdGm4pS6UI/AAAAAAAABkA/36QSjJNT5m8/s1600/_DSC8621%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-wd8Ev1oOY/TpdGm4pS6UI/AAAAAAAABkA/36QSjJNT5m8/s400/_DSC8621%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663072690296252738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVvseWvi0S0/TpdGm7IPTQI/AAAAAAAABjw/IPG0pwKYIls/s1600/_DSC8614%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVvseWvi0S0/TpdGm7IPTQI/AAAAAAAABjw/IPG0pwKYIls/s400/_DSC8614%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663072690962910466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSfftfn8SZQ/TpdGmsqYo9I/AAAAAAAABjo/FlJcNImIKJk/s1600/_DSC8609%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSfftfn8SZQ/TpdGmsqYo9I/AAAAAAAABjo/FlJcNImIKJk/s400/_DSC8609%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663072687079597010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? Gorgeous!!! Now if only money grew on trees I'd get all of these on canvas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7889446751365268366?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7889446751365268366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7889446751365268366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7889446751365268366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7889446751365268366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-need-to-brag-for-moment.html' title='I need to brag for a moment...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-C5NNlvXnKzk/TpdG0ptrfQI/AAAAAAAABkk/nHLIEQ0YmUU/s72-c/_DSC8790%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5700531019843505009</id><published>2011-10-11T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:40:37.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our move from H, E, Double hockey sticks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marc's first year of residency is over (thank goodness for that). We had times where he worked 36 hours, nights and just the brunt work of the hospital. Maybe in a different post I should blog about how hard it was, but for now, we'll just say it was the most challenging year- by far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are now residing in SLC, UT. A place that was not on my "wanna live there" list. During our move here, we kept having problem after problem. There was even a time where I said, this is so blog worthy. Ah-hem, let me begin with Cincinnati- packing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LYEGIf_kZs/TpSx7d5lv1I/AAAAAAAABjc/U_X4VK1s_d4/s400/722383-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662346266708131666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our home in Cincinnati, Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I booked our moving truck in January, so I would get the best deal and I could monitor the changes so I could get the most truck for our buck. When booking the truck, I remembered our move to Cincinnati and that we had the second biggest moving truck and there was plenty of room. So I decided the second biggest one it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to complain about packing the house. Packing is packing and, frankly, it's not fun any way you dice it. I had lots of help cleaning and getting the house ready to move out (thank you everyone). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st problem- Marc went to get the truck and when he pulled up I had the most sick feeling in my stomach. There was NO WAY our stuff was going to fit in there. NO WAY!!!! What happened???! Those trucks were either getting smaller or we accumulate 5 years of things in one year. Something is not adding up. Well, when we moved to Cincinnati we moved with Penske, second biggest truck - 22 feet. This time I went with budget, their second biggest truck - 16 feet. I also learned a couple months prior, that Budget cannot guarantee you a truck. They guarantee you a reservation. When I heard this I immediately thought of Seinfeld (People in IF Peds love when I do this) and I quote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jerry -I dont' understand, I made a reservation, do you have my reservation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agent- Yes, we do, unfortunately, we ran out of cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry- But the reservation keeps the car here. That's why you have the reservation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agent - I know why we have reservations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry- I don't think you do. If you did, I'd have a car. See, you know how to take the reservation, you just don't know how to *hold* the reservation and that's really the most important part of the reservation, the holding. Anybody can just take them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the truck. At this point I'm trying to figure out what we can leave behind. I'm forcing everyone to tell me it would be alright and that everything will fit. One guy was telling me it's like tetris and we can make it work. I believed him, until I saw our truck filling faster than our empty space in our house. Panic begins to set in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are stuffing things in the most award places; in the washer and dryer, in our tv stand, anywhere there is a hole I'm shoving something in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're getting closer to filling the truck and we're not doing as bad as I had imagined. Marc must be great at tetris. All of our moving helpers are holding things in the truck and Marc closes the door and it is shut, not to open until we reached Utah. Since Marc was pulling his car we packed his car full but had to take enough out that Marc could drive his car to work. He had to work 1-midnight (I think). So he took off right after we're done and I'm cleaning with some help (my mom, Laticia, and Shirley). They were rockstars and did awesome! It felt like things were looking up. I go outside and see all the stuff we can't fit in anywhere, My mom ended up taking most of it, two storage containers, and some cleaning supplies (which I realized how much I missed it after I arrived in Utah). My car is also packed full and our girls in the back are sharing space with a toolbox and other odds and ends that we couldn't leave behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother, Michael, was awesome and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOLUNTEERED&lt;/span&gt; to help me drive out with my girls. (He's going to LDS Business school and came home just to help me) What a brave, brave man. We started on our drive out west. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd problem: Not long after we set off, maybe 10 min. I received a text from Marc saying that he was needed in Cincinnati on Monday for a mandatory exit interview at the hospital. Say what? He was taking off that night, at midnight, to start driving our truck. He was leaving that night and would be in Utah on Saturday. We were done with cincinnati, I could almost see it in my rearview mirror. He even got a week off at the end of his residency so we could transition to Utah with more than a weekend (that's how much we originally had in-between residencies). I started to hurts into tears. This could not be happening. How are we going to get him in Cincinnati? Should he stay for the weekend? Should we all stay? This was the last thing I wanted (or so I thought).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long Story short, they decided to do it that day (which they usually frowned upon). Oh well, Onward!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll call the car that I was in "crazy car" and Marc "the truck" So I won't have to clarify each time. Crazy car takes I-70 route (we have two stops with friends along the way) and the truck takes I-80 since it's "faster". Crazy car reaches Columbia, Mo and stayed with a friend that night and things are going not too bad. I had no idea where the truck stops or what he did, I just knew he was booking it and taking naps here and there. We took off from Missouri early in the morning so we that we could make it to Colorado at a reasonable time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right when we pulled out of Cincinnati I noticed our check engine light was on and told Marc but he just thought it needed something minor and didn't sound worried. Ok. If he wasn't worried, then I wasn't. During our drive the crazy car was a disaster. A complete disaster and I was throwing movies on, giving them toys, snacks, basically doing anything I could to keep our girls from freaking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUEfkSsvLnY/TpSokK-lRVI/AAAAAAAABjE/NJb8ARFYOdI/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335970887157074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This doesn't do justice of how stuffed our car was and the disaster of it. I guess I gave them markers according to Kate's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd problem. About 5 hours into our second day drive, we're going up a hill and our car overheats. PERFECT. We are seriously in the middle of Kansas and the nearest rest stop is at least 10 miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAq2Dl6U55c/TpSojiUOSZI/AAAAAAAABi4/Sd79nDEZ7ow/s400/photo.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335959972071826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We took a picture on our phone where we were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We can't even wait for Marc to bail us out or help us because he was taking I-80. Michael and I are not so savvy with cars. I can't speak for Michael, but, at that point, I just knew how to put gas in it. We were calling everyone in my family and asked for advice. It was determined that our radiator didn't have any fluids and we needed to get some water in there. At that moment we looked at our water supply and regretted our water intake, we weren't dying of thirst- we could have even been bored and took a sip of water. Ah! We decided we'd at least try the water we had, it was worth a shot, it was enough that we were able to go 30 (with frequent turn off breaks) to the next gas stop. WAHOO! I was just excited we weren't stranded anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get to a gas station and get the coolant and the lovely gas people did the proper mix for us and Michael was in charge of the car (as guys should be).  He was on the phone a lot with Ryan (his advice saved us)while I managed my restless girls. We took frequent stops to make sure the fluids were doing ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes were glued to the temperature gage the rest of the trip but we made it to Colorado. Great hospitality was given and the next morning we were off on our last leg to Utah. Michael and I were both feeling quite positive, at that moment, and thought that the worst is behind us. WE thought we'd make it there with the worst of our problems, winey kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th problem. We are, SERIOUSLY, 2 hours away from utah. 2!!!! And our car overheated again. REALLY??!!!  I felt like I had been defeated and just want to throw in the towel. This time the overflow cap blew off, but it was confused as the main radiator cap blew off. We needed a cap and had Marc, who was 2 hours behind us, looking at junk yards and auto places for a cap that we desperately needed. We thought of the idea of just switching the car being towed but we shoved Marc's car full and didn't want to open those doors either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being so close and stuck in the same spot was one of the worse feelings in the world. You're so close but there's nothing you can do about it other than sit tight. boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After discovering that it was the overflow tank, we were instructed that duck tape can hold us over till we get to Utah. Finally!!! To get to the duck tape in our packed trunk was a site to see for traffic, I'm sure. All this junk on the side of the road. Oh dear what a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. We drove two more hours with our windows down, and cranking the hot air on during the big hills (it keeps the temp down- or so I'm told). The last two hours were miserable. But arriving "home" never felt so good, so relieved, so sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHVDBMFYWqY/TpSwAlvMu_I/AAAAAAAABjQ/9YWQMcEWJn0/s400/225643_10150254128066140_710586139_9272425_5287792_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662344155688123378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our home in Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not another move for three years. BIG SMILE. :)&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/2641087433938431254-5700531019843505009?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5700531019843505009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5700531019843505009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5700531019843505009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5700531019843505009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-move-from-h-e-double-hockey-sticks.html' title='Our move from H, E, Double hockey sticks.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-3LYEGIf_kZs/TpSx7d5lv1I/AAAAAAAABjc/U_X4VK1s_d4/s72-c/722383-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-695054736395765758</id><published>2011-08-27T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:54:36.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>or am I?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe two posts ago, I said I was back and the last post was-well- awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But our computer is more in a convenient spot, with a comfy chair, and I really want to do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Before I begin, there is something I must admit.  I felt like I blogged for everyone who was "reading" (hi mom), I also am very insecure about my grammar.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to "give up" and do errors on purpose, but I don't want to take five days to re read something wondering why that sounds wrong or if I should start a new sentence or a comma would suffice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line- I want to document our life and not hold back. So here I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back!&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/2641087433938431254-695054736395765758?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/695054736395765758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=695054736395765758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/695054736395765758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/695054736395765758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-3526015927705193323</id><published>2010-10-14T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:03:06.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do come true!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3526015927705193323?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3526015927705193323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3526015927705193323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3526015927705193323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3526015927705193323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams do come true!!!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-2828231515529222563</id><published>2010-09-06T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:50:44.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the long forgotten snowman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/TIV8eNFj2OI/AAAAAAAABhI/C8KcpAz8luM/s400/DSC_8619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513950177135941858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Feb 12, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/TIV8eZeAeKI/AAAAAAAABhQ/aZZrcqwfFuI/s1600/DSC_8644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/TIV8eZeAeKI/AAAAAAAABhQ/aZZrcqwfFuI/s400/DSC_8644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513950180459706530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah, he's kinda proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I could take some credit for our long forgotten snowman, but let's face it, I do not get along with cold awe too well. I just ran outside to snap a couple shots so I could blog about it, who knew that it would be in the summer when I'd get around to it. &lt;div&gt;This is the problem about playing catch up, I don't remember too many details. Just that I was inside with Kate and when they were done we made hot chocolate. Oh, and the snowman was gone in a couple days. Gotta love Ohio weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/TIV8e1GJJdI/AAAAAAAABhY/2Ve_7kYD3gU/s400/DSC_8648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513950187875804626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Way to be out in the cold guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2828231515529222563?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2828231515529222563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2828231515529222563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2828231515529222563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2828231515529222563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-forgotten-snowman.html' title='the long forgotten snowman.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/TIV8eNFj2OI/AAAAAAAABhI/C8KcpAz8luM/s72-c/DSC_8619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3021148248155016515</id><published>2010-09-06T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:34:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah hem.</title><content type='html'>test, test... is this still working?? Obviously I'm a slacker and not only have I not blogged in MONTHS, I didn't even notice my blog is not readable. &lt;div&gt;So here is my attempt to get it back working and hopefully back into the blogging world. I'm tired just thinking about catching up. yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3021148248155016515?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3021148248155016515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3021148248155016515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3021148248155016515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3021148248155016515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/ah-hem.html' title='ah hem.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-977617667639518761</id><published>2010-04-13T05:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:07:32.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Addie's three year interview</title><content type='html'>I have to blog about Addie's supercute third birthday party soon. It was awesome!! My mom came out(she's a dance teacher) and we had a dance party. The kids were all dressed up and she did some dance and tumbling. OH! You have to see pictures. (THANK YOU MOM!!!)&lt;div&gt;We went to the doctor yesterday and here are Addie's stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age 3.1 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weight: 29 lbs - 28% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;height: 37.75" - 61 %&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the doctor's visit, the doctor stepped in and Addie freaked. "I don't want the boy doctor, I want the girl doctor" (referring to the nurse). I find this funny, because Addie has only seen boy doctors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate went first (it didn't help that Kate was crying and making it seem like he was hurting her ). Addie's turn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was not happy repeating " I don't want the BOY DOCTOR". Trying to calm her down saying "daddy's a boy... Traedan's a boy.." I want my dad". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He starts asking about her ands and she starts opening up. LONG STORY SHORT, He gains her trust by asking her what she likes to do and dance came up. So she showed him  some of her dance moves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless our doctors heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He leaves, "I like that boy doctor". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An interview I am having with Addie as we're eating our breakfast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite breakfast: Cream of Wheat (it might be because that's what she's having)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite book:  "new books"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite movie: Snow White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite princess: Sleep Beauty (she's changed her mind three times), Snow White, Cinderella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite thing to do:  "I don't know"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite thing at the park:  "um, swing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best friend: "Dani" - changes daily among, Traedan  Averi and Claira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite pj's: " new pajamas" (her princess dress pj's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite food: "WE JUST ALREADY TALKED ABOUT THAT!" hm... it sounds like I already told you", "I just don't want to talk anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that concludes our interview. I love her little three year old sassy personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-977617667639518761?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/977617667639518761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=977617667639518761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/977617667639518761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/977617667639518761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/addies-three-year-interview.html' title='Addie&apos;s three year interview'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-7562781736722422404</id><published>2010-03-23T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:14:23.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving...</title><content type='html'>is never ending.&lt;div&gt;Since we've been married, we've moved a 4 times. We'll add 2 more in less than a year, because WE MATCHED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're moving for Marc's intern to Jewish Hospital in Cincinnati, so another year in O-H-I-O. This might sound strange but we wanted to do the transitional year separate than his core. PLUS! I get to live next to my family for another year, ESPECIALLY since my brother, MICHAEL, will be getting home from his mission this fall. WA-HOO!!! and transitional year will be pretty rough. ALSO, HELLO IKEA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN! After a year we'll be moving to... utah. Marc matched with University of Utah for PM&amp;amp;R (physical Medicine and Rehabilitation) residency. We'll live there for three more years and it sounds like Marc wants to do a fellowship in pain management. I can't wait to get away from humidity and spend time with my brother, sister-in-law, aunts and uncles. It'll be the bomb dot com (wink wink missy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking some time to digest the news we do feel that this is the best move for Marc's career and our family. Here we come residency. Only 7 more weeks of rotations!!!&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/2641087433938431254-7562781736722422404?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7562781736722422404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7562781736722422404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7562781736722422404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7562781736722422404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving.html' title='moving...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-1271323792323973668</id><published>2010-02-24T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:20:03.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no last minute changes here</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day to put your rank list in for residencies.&lt;div&gt;Ours has been in for a couple days and we still feel good about our decision. No last minute changes here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 18th Match - day. It can't come sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-1271323792323973668?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1271323792323973668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=1271323792323973668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1271323792323973668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1271323792323973668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-last-minute-changes-here.html' title='no last minute changes here'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-1515551036803261398</id><published>2010-02-24T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:11:14.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful</title><content type='html'>Usually my posts are about my girls. But this is one is about Marc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a frustrating day on Monday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to be to an appointment for Kate early in the morning so straightening our place got the back burner (the entire day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry desperately needed to be done, it was until the folding came into play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had to clean up an accident of Addie's, but Monday she knocked her small potty over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Addie took a nap, come to find out she just played quietly in her room, and she was crazy the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went visiting teaching, and the no nap from Addie really came into play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it off a pounding headache wouldn't allow me to do anything but just lay on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was ready for bed at 5:30. seriously. I just wanted the day to end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc, the sweet man that he is, took over for me and told me to go relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to tell me twice to relax, so I had a bath, followed by reading a book in bed till dinner was ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc gave the girls baths and we both put them down. He skipped studying and we played ticket to ride and watched the olympics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just grateful for a husband that recognizes when I'm having a bad day and takes over, even when he's exhausted and wants to relax from his day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-1515551036803261398?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1515551036803261398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=1515551036803261398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1515551036803261398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1515551036803261398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/grateful.html' title='grateful'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-5861085480245472420</id><published>2010-02-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:36:15.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess Kate wont be changing Addie's diapers.</title><content type='html'>As of last week I could honestly say that Addie has NEVER gone on the potty.I use to joke saying that Kate would probably be changing Addie's diapers OR she would have to excuse herself from a date and go put on a fresh diaper. Bribery works for me, so I tried every bribe in the world;chuck e. cheese, princess dress, potty party (with cake), any kind of chocolate/food she could dream of, all I wanted was for Addie to go once. JUST ONCE. &lt;div&gt;I've talked to a lot of friends for suggestions and one friend suggested that maybe she doesn't know how to go on the potty, meaning she doesn't know that the feeling of "going on the potty" is what you do on the potty. Anyways. She also suggested this and it worked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie was sitting on the potty and I poured warm water on her and let her do it (I used the bottle you get sent home with after having a baby). After a couple min, I left the room and I hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I DID IT!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I tell you how happy I was!!! We were screaming for joy, and jumping up and down. OH IT WAS A HAPPY MOMENT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was getting ready to buckle down, get the stain remover and have lots of clean clothes ready for accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!! it's been a week now and she has had one accident (and it was #2 and was SUPER SAD) with me, and two with a friend (sorry Leah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT The beautiful thing is she does EVERYTHING by herself. I don't have to remind her, she just runs to the potty does her thing washes her hands and is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not expect potty training to be this easy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, potty training on the #2's. .... Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I have a cute picture of Addie in her reward, a princess dress, but I can't upload any pictures...) &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/2641087433938431254-5861085480245472420?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5861085480245472420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5861085480245472420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5861085480245472420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5861085480245472420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-guess-kate-wont-be-changing-addies.html' title='I guess Kate wont be changing Addie&apos;s diapers.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-6060956931347823604</id><published>2010-02-10T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:16:55.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>double take...</title><content type='html'>I purposely have the girls take naps at the same time so I can have my time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setting you up for the double take: Just put an overtired Kate down, It's nap time for Addie, but she didn't have lunch yet, and Marc was home for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to make Addie scarf her lunch down so I can watch Monday nights Bachelor with my cherry coke zero. The problem with hurrying Addie and her lunch is she knows that after lunch comes a nap, so she'll eat one noodle of marconi and cheese at a time. Anything to prolong the inevitable nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to part where I'm hurrying Addie with her lunch. So I'm reminding her how yummy her mac &amp;amp; cheese is as I set up "my time" station and get Addie's room ready for bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc is watching me hurrying the process along, so he decides to step in and tells Addie when she's done eating it's time for a nap. I'm watching my show and a few minutes past and we notice Addie is missing. We assume she ran off to go sneak a few minutes of playing in. Marc heads to her room (that is darkened due to nap time) to put her in bed. He comes out and tells me that she's in bed and she put herself to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(there's the double take) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can this be true??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought why ruin a good thing? I tried it again today, and she LOVED the idea that she put herself to sleep all by herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6060956931347823604?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6060956931347823604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6060956931347823604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6060956931347823604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6060956931347823604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-take.html' title='double take...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-7440115329184851795</id><published>2010-02-05T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:17:34.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>"My room is too messy"</title><content type='html'>Addie will do anything before go to bed, sit in time-out, hey, I bet she'd even eat dirt (maybe I'll give that one a try).  I dread watching that clock as it ticks closer to 7, but at the same time, I can't wait till 7:30, when I have both girls in bed. YES, freedom.&lt;br /&gt;We have a routine part of that routine consist of straightening Addie's room. This past week I've told Addie if she whines or fights her routine she goes straight to bed. Well, she went to bed crying because she had a messy room. About five minutes later I heard some toys movement from her room, so I assumed it was Addie playing with her toys. So, as I'm heading to her room, clearly not happy because she is playing not sleeping. I open the door and to my surprise I find Addie cleaning her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"hey addie, what are you doing?" me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can't sleep, my room is too messy" Addie (she seriously said that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a little laugh, we both finished putting her toys away and she went straight to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7440115329184851795?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7440115329184851795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7440115329184851795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7440115329184851795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7440115329184851795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-room-is-too-messy.html' title='&quot;My room is too messy&quot;'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-2128807559380168059</id><published>2010-02-01T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:01:37.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stats'/><title type='text'>5 1/2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I use to work at a pediatrician office and I had a list of "I'm never going to do that" in my motherhood years. One thing on my list was being behind on well baby check ups. I was on the ball with Addie always scheduling ahead and rarely changing my appointments. It's been a different story with Kate. I just barely got her in for her four month appointment and we're a month and a half behind. I can't even play catch up till her nine month appointment (because of shots). But our here are our chunky 5 1/2 month Kate's stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weight: 16.59   73%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;height: 26.50  84%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head circumference:  16   19%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate is pretty high up there in weight and height, but if I remember right, Addie was higher. I do love those chunky rolls. Keep sporting them Kate, it's the only time they'll look good on ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I have a cute picture of Kate to upload but the internet isn't allowing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2128807559380168059?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2128807559380168059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2128807559380168059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2128807559380168059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2128807559380168059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-12-months.html' title='5 1/2 months'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-4623820860753158737</id><published>2010-01-25T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:02:44.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last interview done.</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that we're almost done with Medical School. It really feels like yesterday we walked into our Des Moines ward and asked Aimee Hetimann if medical school as bad as they say (they were fourth years at the time). Almost four years later, three moves, and two girls, we'll be moving from student loans to having an income again. It'll be nice not to stop the digging into, what seems like, an endless pit of debt. And who knows, maybe we'll start to fill that hole. &lt;div&gt;Marc just finished his last interview this past Friday and I am so happy that the interviews are over. He is going into PM&amp;amp;R (Physical Medicine and Rehab), which is an MD residency so our match day wont be till March. But we are moving and here are the places we could be moving next year (which is where he interviewed). Working my way from the West side to East:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washington &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Utah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minnesota&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missouri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indiana &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michigan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ohio (Cleveland, Toledo, and Cinci)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is fun about Marc's field is a handful of places offer PM&amp;amp;R with the first year of residencies included. Which means, there are two choices:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We could move to one location and stay there all four years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Move to one location that just offers the first year of residency and then move again so Marc can finish the remaining three years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to the first option!! We will turn in our rank in Feb and then we'll match in March. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-4623820860753158737?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4623820860753158737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=4623820860753158737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4623820860753158737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4623820860753158737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-interview-done.html' title='last interview done.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-5968940510162476642</id><published>2010-01-17T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:33:43.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>rollin' all over</title><content type='html'>Kate just rolled from back to front on the 14th!!! She rolled closer to her friend Wyatt Decker, as they were cooing at each other and tasting one another's hands. I guess he must have tasted good. OH, but it was so cute!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;**(she hasn't done it since, but she did do it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5968940510162476642?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5968940510162476642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5968940510162476642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5968940510162476642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5968940510162476642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/rollin-again.html' title='rollin&apos; all over'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-846711942096571222</id><published>2010-01-10T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:23:01.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't done that since I was sixteen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Last month, a week after my birthday, I went to renew my license. It was expired, I knew that. I had to take the written Ohio test, I knew that. I had to take a driving test, yeah, I didn't get that memo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Since my license was expired AND out of state I had to start from scratch). The one thing weighing on my mind and haunting my dreams was the maneuverability test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/S0pACWwam_I/AAAAAAAABgA/m8gO2u8l7q0/s400/Maneuv.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425219110333750258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Do you see how the car fits in cones? Yeah, not much room to spare. We have a civic so it wasn't that tight of a fit but still I prefer parallel parking than maneuverability in cones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The day of I'm as nervous as can be. I had running through my head, "If sixteen year olds can do it, I can" and then the thought  "I better pass this test if sixteen year olds can", which turned into "if I don't pass I'm going to feel like an idiot because sixteen year olds can". I get to the dmv and I do feel like a sixteen year old with my nerves running, my temporary license, and being among the youngsters and their moms. I have to step out of line for a brief moment to grab something out of my car and someone took my place, which I am glad he did. He got this big, stalky, intimidating examiner and I was praying for someone that would show compassion. I got one of the best examiners I could have had. He was so nice and made conversation the entire time to help calm my nerves. PHEW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well, I have my Ohio license (again) and I'll never let my license expire. Maybe we'll move to Arizona where they're good till, what, 40 years? Yeah, that sounds like my kind of expiration date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;**Marc has to take the driving test too. (he took a driving test in Canada and one in Idaho, he didn't have to do maneuverability in either place.) Good luck hun!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-846711942096571222?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/846711942096571222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=846711942096571222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/846711942096571222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/846711942096571222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-havent-done-that-since-i-was-sixteen.html' title='I haven&apos;t done that since I was sixteen....'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/S0pACWwam_I/AAAAAAAABgA/m8gO2u8l7q0/s72-c/Maneuv.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-858207684792119876</id><published>2010-01-05T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:58:01.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>Full nights rest</title><content type='html'>So we sleep trained Kate this past week, and although it was hard and I did cheat a little bit, the results last night were WORTH IT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DIDN'T WAKE UP ONCE!!! I can't remember the last time I had a full nights rest- hm, it was probably 7 months pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I wrote down Addie's sleep training down. I didn't have a clue where to start with Kate. So for journaling purposes, Kate's Schedule:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00ish wake up time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      wake 2 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -sleep varies 1-2 1/2 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     wake 2 1/2 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:00 - 1:30 nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usually naps 1- 1 1/2 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to squeeze one more nap in before 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake time 5:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bed time routine 7:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in bed 7:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one dream feed (until I get the go ahead from the doctor to cut them off) 10:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-858207684792119876?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/858207684792119876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=858207684792119876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/858207684792119876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/858207684792119876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/full-nights-rest.html' title='Full nights rest'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-8613007396866606560</id><published>2010-01-04T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:58:05.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>Rollin'</title><content type='html'>Kate did it!! She rolled over today. I missed the "roll", and Addie was in there so I wonder if she actually did it on her own. uh. She rolled from her tummy to back. &lt;div&gt;She is a pretty high maintenance girl. She want's to be held 3/4 of the time she's awake. So I wonder if she'll ever learn to walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's to you Kate. You did it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8613007396866606560?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8613007396866606560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8613007396866606560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8613007396866606560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8613007396866606560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/rollin.html' title='Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-43130862839380901</id><published>2009-12-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:01:52.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kate's sleep training starts tonight. I'm not prepared for the heart breaking crying, but I'm beyond ready for the result. I read this book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SzkpoFz8nvI/AAAAAAAABf4/9ji8MmLq72o/s400/seBook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420409395248668402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I really liked it. I just hope it helps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HERE WE GO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-43130862839380901?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/43130862839380901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=43130862839380901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/43130862839380901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/43130862839380901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck....'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SzkpoFz8nvI/AAAAAAAABf4/9ji8MmLq72o/s72-c/seBook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-4215044524234502169</id><published>2009-11-23T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:50:23.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Missouri!</title><content type='html'>So it's that wonderful time being fourth year students interview time. I remember, being in our first year, thinking we were never going to be done. Now, it feels, as though all we did was blink. It's crazy to think we'll be making money next year... woo-hoo!! no more negative numbers adding on to this house hold (for school purposes).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week or so ago we went to Columbia, Missouri for Marc's interview at Missouri State. We stayed with our dearly missed friends, the Jensens. BOTH families were camera-less so I didn't one picture of our trip. But here are the highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Jordan's cute little prego belly. She is seriously the cutest pregnant woman!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Adalynn and Addie rekindle their friendship. It took a couple minutes but it was cute to hear their giggles again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeremy asking, "Is that a tomato on your hamburger?" (my half eaten burger). It was after I was making a big effort to skip ketchup and use mayo for my fries. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girl's trip to downtown Columbia, super cute town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning how to make Egg Rolls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our  trip to a big indoor play area. It was like chuck e. cheese but ten times better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching G.I. Joe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our awesome deal of the movie UP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun and we're hoping to make another visit around graduation time. Thanks Jensens for lettings us visit!!&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/2641087433938431254-4215044524234502169?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4215044524234502169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=4215044524234502169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4215044524234502169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4215044524234502169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-missouri.html' title='Trip to Missouri!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-3620841186509513083</id><published>2009-11-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:38:20.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the art work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Addie and a friend went to down on the walls where the stairs are... I'm just glad that it's sidewalk chalk. So whenever someone comes over we make sure to tell them, "Be sure to enjoy the artwork". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsOYX-LEKI/AAAAAAAABfM/LfXtFiUlkYU/s1600/DSC_8505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsOYX-LEKI/AAAAAAAABfM/LfXtFiUlkYU/s400/DSC_8505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407431589502849186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsOYChNjUI/AAAAAAAABfE/tkz6Yc5BOxk/s1600/DSC_8503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsOYChNjUI/AAAAAAAABfE/tkz6Yc5BOxk/s400/DSC_8503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407431583744232770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3620841186509513083?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3620841186509513083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3620841186509513083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3620841186509513083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3620841186509513083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/enjoy-art-work.html' title='Enjoy the art work...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsOYX-LEKI/AAAAAAAABfM/LfXtFiUlkYU/s72-c/DSC_8505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2051757247526293313</id><published>2009-11-23T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:35:03.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate is not a toy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you teach the older child that the baby is not a toy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsN21PgmtI/AAAAAAAABe8/ShOaPhaUtyw/s1600/DSC_8506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsN21PgmtI/AAAAAAAABe8/ShOaPhaUtyw/s400/DSC_8506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407431013244639954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2051757247526293313?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2051757247526293313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2051757247526293313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2051757247526293313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2051757247526293313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/kate-is-not-toy.html' title='Kate is not a toy.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsN21PgmtI/AAAAAAAABe8/ShOaPhaUtyw/s72-c/DSC_8506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6920292470495102560</id><published>2009-11-23T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:33:16.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsNY0wMU8I/AAAAAAAABe0/yKxEjvrnzqE/s1600/DSC_8497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsNY0wMU8I/AAAAAAAABe0/yKxEjvrnzqE/s400/DSC_8497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407430497717212098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was super cute and thought I'd share. One of the preschool teachers had the girls make graham cracker houses. What patience she must have. Addie had fun eating it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6920292470495102560?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6920292470495102560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6920292470495102560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6920292470495102560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6920292470495102560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/h-is-for-house.html' title='H is for House'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwsNY0wMU8I/AAAAAAAABe0/yKxEjvrnzqE/s72-c/DSC_8497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8939835593530813427</id><published>2009-11-18T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:45:24.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say tomato, I say tomahto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwShczvYc7I/AAAAAAAABes/st9qNMcJSXg/s1600/tomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwShczvYc7I/AAAAAAAABes/st9qNMcJSXg/s400/tomato.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405622969048789938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well folks, I think I have our little Kate's colic episodes figured out. A friend of mine (THANK YOU LINDA) recommended that I avoid tomatoes. It's been over a week and I haven't had a tomato and she is a different baby at night. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOO-HOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't think it would be difficult, but I have to consider the things that have any kind of tomato in the ingredients. Like ketchup (any recommendations how to eat french fries??), spaghetti sauce, steak sauce, and basically everything that I love... Ok, so it doesn't but you know the saying "you want what you can't have"? That's how I'm feeling right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayonara tomatoes, I hope I can include you back in my diet soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8939835593530813427?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8939835593530813427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8939835593530813427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8939835593530813427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8939835593530813427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-say-tomato-i-say-tomahto.html' title='You say tomato, I say tomahto'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SwShczvYc7I/AAAAAAAABes/st9qNMcJSXg/s72-c/tomato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-120096787127067960</id><published>2009-11-11T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:30:43.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own Princess and the Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween keeps getting better and better each year. It's so fun to see Addie excited and enjoy the festivities. When I was putting the Halloween decorations up (beginning of October) I told Addie about trick or treat and getting dressed up. Yeah, I heard about trick or treating and getting candy for weeks. I'm not going to mention what happens at Christmas till Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our fun festivities included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Carving pumpkins. Marc and I have been married for four years and this is our first time carving pumpkins. It was a fun FHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrDpkcRx3I/AAAAAAAABbc/P4_U2UxT5Ts/s400/DSC_8349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402845821908666226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrDp-iRC3I/AAAAAAAABbk/1KAdUqI1G0w/s400/DSC_8352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402845828913105778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrDqW31-JI/AAAAAAAABbs/KT4rlFWrGxE/s400/DSC_8355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402845835446057106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrDqhun69I/AAAAAAAABb0/xAsGt9sQU74/s400/DSC_8357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402845838360177618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took Addie to the library Halloween party. It was crowded but fun. This is what I love about the library: they had games to play, a craft area, a puppet show, and gave two pieces of candy and the rest was non food. Addie had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie, before the Library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(note: I was planning on buying Addie's costume this year, but my friend Megan gave me the fabric so I whipped(I wish) a princess costume out in three days... never again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrDq5vE9II/AAAAAAAABb8/HSM1A1j2kiY/s1600-h/DSC_8377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrDq5vE9II/AAAAAAAABb8/HSM1A1j2kiY/s400/DSC_8377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402845844804531330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the puppet show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrEdSHR8MI/AAAAAAAABcE/CnSQ63VJabQ/s400/DSC_8387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402846710341955778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick shot of the puppet show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrEdhlJ0SI/AAAAAAAABcM/IqQ44U3EaNw/s400/DSC_8394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402846714493784354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our friends put on a Halloween party that was a lot of fun. I was asked if I dressed up as a burnt out mother (no that's my everyday costume) but Marc and I dressed up as Kate and Jack from lost with dirt and all. I admit that Marc looks more the part than I did, but we had fun. I was AMAZED how many people haven't watched Lost. We love LOST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Svwvzzrg6gI/AAAAAAAABec/w8VzMYyeJ6Y/s400/Halloween+036.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403246220030306818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Trick or Treat. We went with our friends, Kimberlie, Truman and the cutest cat, Averi. (notice the no coat costume look. It's not sported very often, it was surprisingly warm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmXVxqA7I/AAAAAAAABeM/1mOakH1VUuU/s1600-h/DSC_8491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmXVxqA7I/AAAAAAAABeM/1mOakH1VUuU/s400/DSC_8491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402883991641129906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addie and Kate before trick or treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmXEoMuOI/AAAAAAAABeE/iPxJOyKeiGM/s1600-h/DSC_8488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmXEoMuOI/AAAAAAAABeE/iPxJOyKeiGM/s400/DSC_8488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402883987038058722" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmXEoMuOI/AAAAAAAABeE/iPxJOyKeiGM/s1600-h/DSC_8488.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmXEoMuOI/AAAAAAAABeE/iPxJOyKeiGM/s1600-h/DSC_8488.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Addie before trick or treat night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmWhfUd8I/AAAAAAAABd8/0NxU3XO7-_E/s1600-h/DSC_8479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmWhfUd8I/AAAAAAAABd8/0NxU3XO7-_E/s400/DSC_8479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402883977605576642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;We also had the ward trunk or treat. The Young Women's were in charge and they did an awesome job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie getting her face painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrHluOw-HI/AAAAAAAABdE/5gfkJY5515c/s400/DSC_8416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850153863379058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie participating in a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrHlM1H0GI/AAAAAAAABc8/fu-v-hZ-f10/s400/DSC_8413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850144897454178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie and her cute friend Dani. These girls play awesome together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrHkqFlv8I/AAAAAAAABc0/CFWfG1yKKU8/s400/DSC_8409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850135571283906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We also went to Circle S Farms for a fun pumpkin patch. We hit a bunch of different schools kids there, so next year we'll remember to go after 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Action shot of Addie in the hay barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL4fWfGzI/AAAAAAAABds/WnxfsbIweHg/s1600-h/DSC_8464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL4fWfGzI/AAAAAAAABds/WnxfsbIweHg/s400/DSC_8464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402854874333256498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL4IVHWsI/AAAAAAAABdk/9RG30AYq_PI/s1600-h/DSC_8452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL4IVHWsI/AAAAAAAABdk/9RG30AYq_PI/s400/DSC_8452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402854868153490114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;A hay maze, that's how tall they were and Marc went through there. He said it was an awesome leg work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL3mbw4uI/AAAAAAAABdc/2Jn8KNahYpA/s1600-h/DSC_8437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL3mbw4uI/AAAAAAAABdc/2Jn8KNahYpA/s400/DSC_8437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402854859054572258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There she is in the maze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL3Gxrl7I/AAAAAAAABdU/IlkbIJfe0CQ/s1600-h/DSC_8434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrL3Gxrl7I/AAAAAAAABdU/IlkbIJfe0CQ/s400/DSC_8434.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402854850556565426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A big pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrHmBzXNSI/AAAAAAAABdM/zgOOe9iq08w/s1600-h/DSC_8423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrHmBzXNSI/AAAAAAAABdM/zgOOe9iq08w/s400/DSC_8423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402850159117153570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our pea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrEekfqx4I/AAAAAAAABck/WAfG5_3sxJA/s1600-h/DSC_8401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrEekfqx4I/AAAAAAAABck/WAfG5_3sxJA/s400/DSC_8401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402846732455954306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie's hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrEd_XU-9I/AAAAAAAABcU/ep5qhmxKYSI/s1600-h/DSC_8397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrEd_XU-9I/AAAAAAAABcU/ep5qhmxKYSI/s400/DSC_8397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402846722488859602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhausted from all of Halloween's festivities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrmXpGmFmI/AAAAAAAABeU/yUxNMfwECD0/s400/DSC_8495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402883996829226594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-120096787127067960?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/120096787127067960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=120096787127067960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/120096787127067960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/120096787127067960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-own-princess-and-pea.html' title='My own Princess and the Pea'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvrDpkcRx3I/AAAAAAAABbc/P4_U2UxT5Ts/s72-c/DSC_8349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7208673841063838811</id><published>2009-11-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:36:07.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>We went to a nearby park with two other families and took each other's family pictures. Here is our family, fall of '09:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5bpxMotI/AAAAAAAABbM/c84lW8STgG8/s1600-h/DSC_8180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5bpxMotI/AAAAAAAABbM/c84lW8STgG8/s400/DSC_8180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301312913744594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5bTu_iKI/AAAAAAAABbE/RfwEO6Pus5A/s1600-h/DSC_8178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5bTu_iKI/AAAAAAAABbE/RfwEO6Pus5A/s400/DSC_8178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301306998917282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5LvWbdeI/AAAAAAAABas/1RSFljbRn3M/s400/DSC_8023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301039534175714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5L2PsZxI/AAAAAAAABa8/Rtg-kUGt850/s1600-h/DSC_8173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5L2PsZxI/AAAAAAAABa8/Rtg-kUGt850/s400/DSC_8173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301041384974098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5Lx_kTcI/AAAAAAAABa0/MdeVlbeOxZY/s1600-h/DSC_8100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5Lx_kTcI/AAAAAAAABa0/MdeVlbeOxZY/s400/DSC_8100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301040243592642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5La7Z6WI/AAAAAAAABak/FI4wFTgRrF8/s1600-h/DSC_8019_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5La7Z6WI/AAAAAAAABak/FI4wFTgRrF8/s400/DSC_8019_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301034052118882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5K6QbfsI/AAAAAAAABac/rePidPekx8E/s1600-h/DSC_8011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5K6QbfsI/AAAAAAAABac/rePidPekx8E/s400/DSC_8011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301025281932994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5b2SzXTI/AAAAAAAABbU/P5izLsOkUuc/s400/DSC_8294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301316275920178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yay! I don't have to worry about family pictures for another year now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7208673841063838811?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7208673841063838811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7208673841063838811' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7208673841063838811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7208673841063838811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvG5bpxMotI/AAAAAAAABbM/c84lW8STgG8/s72-c/DSC_8180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2424495866419006229</id><published>2009-11-04T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:51:36.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate 2(1/2) months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvGIjbSakbI/AAAAAAAABaM/SyQurSPSf-w/s1600-h/DSC_8180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvGIjbSakbI/AAAAAAAABaM/SyQurSPSf-w/s400/DSC_8180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400247570395730354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're Marc you call her K-dog, if you're her me you call her Kate-inator (like terminator), or  if you're her sister you'd call her baby didster. Any way you call her our little Kate is getting so big. It seems that these past months were gone in a matter of a blink. We all are in love with our 2009 addition and can't imagine life without her. Addie can't get enough of her, seriously. Some of the normal sayings I say now are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvGQk0p9zgI/AAAAAAAABaU/cpaCPgNYDoM/s400/DSC_7754.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400256390478286338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please don't jump over Kate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're too close&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was that nice?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please get off of your sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think she likes that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time when Kate was lying on the floor and she had a pacifier in her mouth, I hear grunts and I look over and there is Addie pinching her nose shut. I hope that is the only time I catch her doing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little Kate is such a happy girl. She has the cutest smile and does she sport it. She is also a little chatter mouth. She coo's a lot and I love the conversations we have (you know when you talk and wait for her to respond with some coo's). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were having a rough couple weeks of crying at night. It wasn't a  fussy time, it was a painful scream and it would last from an hour to three. She would be so tired she would fall asleep in between screams and there was nothing we could do to keep her calm. We've been lucky and we're going on three nights of not screaming. I hope the crying nights are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are her stats for two months, well 2.3 months is when we went to the doctor &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(10/22/09)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 10.88 pounds- 39%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height 23 inches- 56%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head Circumference 15 inches (21%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is what she's up to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of coo's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big squeals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falls asleep on her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will nurse and a bottle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa claims he got her to giggle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2424495866419006229?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2424495866419006229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2424495866419006229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2424495866419006229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2424495866419006229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/kate-212-months.html' title='Kate 2(1/2) months'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SvGIjbSakbI/AAAAAAAABaM/SyQurSPSf-w/s72-c/DSC_8180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7772359122248807117</id><published>2009-10-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:55:11.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutETJvDJPI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yhys9ELtVbU/s1600-h/DSC_8361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutETJvDJPI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yhys9ELtVbU/s400/DSC_8361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483674155132146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutEEC7o2pI/AAAAAAAABZU/N-4ORvRKS7k/s400/DSC_7867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483414630849170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to put Addie in a pre-preschool (ok, a couple girls and the mom's take turns "teaching"). We only have three girls in the "class", but they all love it and do surprisingly well. Addie loves preschool and looks forward to preschool. We focus on the alphabet and do a letter per week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A- apples and airplanes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B- Books and Bananas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C- Caterpillars and Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D- Drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E- Elephants and Eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F- Fire station, We made a "field trip" to the fire station. The girls loved it until a fireman put on the fire gear. Addie was not a big fan and was pretty scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutEFpn3sWI/AAAAAAAABZ0/zDHgOwnRQY0/s400/DSC_7927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483442196787554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutEFaFmCOI/AAAAAAAABZs/uq3leyUqPk4/s400/DSC_7901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483438026492130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutEErmbXKI/AAAAAAAABZc/1LSX34M81q8/s400/DSC_7869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483425547738274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutEE2DClpI/AAAAAAAABZk/E9xEsRDY4vU/s400/DSC_7892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483428352104082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G- Garden and Giraffes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutETg0dF2I/AAAAAAAABaE/jo80obxCLw4/s1600-h/DSC_8366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutETg0dF2I/AAAAAAAABaE/jo80obxCLw4/s400/DSC_8366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483680351819618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7772359122248807117?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7772359122248807117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7772359122248807117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7772359122248807117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7772359122248807117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SutETJvDJPI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yhys9ELtVbU/s72-c/DSC_8361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7742472991285320443</id><published>2009-10-30T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:12:50.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Addie decided that Kate needs friends, so she took the liberty of using her babies for her friends. I guess if you were to tell a sibling that you need friends, this would be the way to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus5h4s-sQI/AAAAAAAABY8/UnEtZPo2MiE/s400/DSC_7562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398471832653181186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate does have friends her age. Here are two of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate and Gavin Rencher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus5iSzDpZI/AAAAAAAABZM/ntvZ1k7zbus/s400/DSC_7833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398471839657993618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kate is a little jealous of the hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kate and Wyatt Decker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus5hT1UTWI/AAAAAAAABY0/SMeXinmz2pU/s400/DSC_7556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398471822756040034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Those two boys are super cute. It'll be fun to see them play when they're a little older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7742472991285320443?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7742472991285320443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7742472991285320443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7742472991285320443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7742472991285320443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/kates-friends.html' title='Kate&apos;s friends'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus5h4s-sQI/AAAAAAAABY8/UnEtZPo2MiE/s72-c/DSC_7562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3046824962231874402</id><published>2009-10-30T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:44:03.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SurfIGuSyfI/AAAAAAAABX0/F967Ll-NtvI/s1600-h/question-mark3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SurfIGuSyfI/AAAAAAAABX0/F967Ll-NtvI/s400/question-mark3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398372433693690354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie has started it. The head aching why's.  Yesterday was her first day and she can never be satisfied with the answer I give or she likes the response of my frustrated look when that three letter word comes out of her mouth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time she said it to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were reading our scriptures last night and it was about Nephi building the boat. She asked me "why"? I replied with "well, they needed to cross the ocean". Then she asks "why cross ocean"? and it goes on from there, until I asked something like Don'tchyou think it was a smart idea Heavenly Father had? Then the why's ceased. SO, I have to ask a question to get the why's to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little two year old is full of questions. Let the fun begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3046824962231874402?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3046824962231874402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3046824962231874402' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3046824962231874402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3046824962231874402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SurfIGuSyfI/AAAAAAAABX0/F967Ll-NtvI/s72-c/question-mark3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5197291125041035383</id><published>2009-10-26T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:03:49.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;While Marc was in Utah he planned a little getaway for our family. I've always been the type that I can't handle surprises, I ask question after question till I'm satisfied that I have enough information. This time I really wanted to be surprised so I was really good about not asking questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Marc planned everything, from the food to the entertainment. Our trip was to hocking hills. Here is the cabin where we stayed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus05qL4UEI/AAAAAAAABX8/MZ_7ZPs_E9I/s400/main_pinecreek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398466743514976322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 102px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Addie thinks this is our second home and keeps asking to go back to our other home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our camera died after the second day so I couldn't capture everything but here are the pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus2abDFt6I/AAAAAAAABYE/W2sQLK6nHi8/s400/DSC_7570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398468405898885026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kate chilling on the couch. She was actually really hard both nights, so much for relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus2arA_yDI/AAAAAAAABYM/nhkL8XIHn6g/s400/DSC_7581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398468410185074738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Addie and Marc enjoying the hot tub. This and the fire was her favorite part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus2a6zMbbI/AAAAAAAABYU/DjaeV6jE0xo/s400/DSC_7585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398468414422150578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Helping dad with breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus2bTt41GI/AAAAAAAABYc/avp64e_u0qY/s400/DSC_7595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398468421110781026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;We were totally secluded in our cabin. Marc and Addie went exploring a couple times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus2b5YzMPI/AAAAAAAABYk/GQwcrKMsQwo/s400/DSC_7630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398468431222878450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Walking around Hocking Hills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus2kInZ2II/AAAAAAAABYs/bjywL2oEWWs/s400/DSC_7639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398468572749617282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Check this out. Marc's holding both girls and I'm holding the camera. I have it rough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;This little get-away trip was well needed for all. Marc was so sweet and has been helping me as much as he can. We both could use another get-away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5197291125041035383?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5197291125041035383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5197291125041035383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5197291125041035383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5197291125041035383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome home!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sus05qL4UEI/AAAAAAAABX8/MZ_7ZPs_E9I/s72-c/main_pinecreek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2648094987372951488</id><published>2009-10-26T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:28:19.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing for the paparazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SuWxxG55zYI/AAAAAAAABXs/GjUG9-BVJqA/s1600-h/DSC_7553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SuWxxG55zYI/AAAAAAAABXs/GjUG9-BVJqA/s400/DSC_7553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396915185698590082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SuWxwrjoy7I/AAAAAAAABXk/tCnCFr0O6TM/s1600-h/DSC_7551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SuWxwrjoy7I/AAAAAAAABXk/tCnCFr0O6TM/s400/DSC_7551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396915178357443506" /&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/2641087433938431254-2648094987372951488?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2648094987372951488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2648094987372951488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2648094987372951488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2648094987372951488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/practicing-for-paparazzi.html' title='Practicing for the paparazzi'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SuWxxG55zYI/AAAAAAAABXs/GjUG9-BVJqA/s72-c/DSC_7553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2273127056532256649</id><published>2009-09-25T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:39:40.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest thing I've ever done....</title><content type='html'>When I said in &lt;a href="http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-my-own.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; that I'm on my own, I was meaning- I'm on my own. I have had &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; slightest&lt;/b&gt; taste of being a single mother and it is a challenge EVERY MINUTE! I really look up to these mothers and am in awe of their composure and dedication.&lt;div&gt;Marc headed to Utah for an audition rotation and was gone from Aug 29th to Sept 26.  My mother-in-law was here for a little over a week and it was so good to have her here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after she left, I felt pumped and ready for the challenge. I didn't have the slightest clue that the challenge would entail the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A day full of this saying "when it rains it pours". Both girls had colds so we decided to keep them contained so nothing could get in or out. A glass broke, no big deal, but my FAVORITE square bowl broke, DARN IT. After two weeks of trying to figure out what was wrong with my dishwasher I declared it broken. I then thought my AC was broken, I had a friend come over to look at it to find out that it works fine (thanks logan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Many nights full of tears from frustration of a power struggle with Addie accompanied with Kate's late nights of fussiness. During those tears I was double guessing myself and my ability to finish the weeks ahead alone. I would call Marc for words of encouragement to hear a "I'll call you back because..." Come to find out he was having lots of fun while I was struggling to keep my composure, which is when a quick trip to get ice cream was necessary (thank you kimberlie). I was glad and even encouraged Marc to have fun while he was in Utah. I just didn't know how hard these weeks would be without him. Two things kept me going: Knowing that it wasn't life, Marc &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; coming home. And help from my Heavenly Father from my pleas of patience, guidance and help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A praying mantis problem. One Sunday evening I had a praying mantis on my blinds in my bedroom. I tried talking myself into catching it with tupperwear only to throw it outside. After 5 minutes of building myself up to coming into contact with the big ugly mantis I quickly pulled away once it started making a climb to the ceiling. Desperately a phone call was made and a friend came over quickly to help the problem (thanks again logan). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Several nights when I thought someone was in my apartment, darn you dateline for putting these silly thoughts in my head. I even made a phone call to Marc declaring that someone was trying to come in through the wall because of pounding I heard, yes I know... through the wall? right. Those were some proud moments for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were many times I would ask myself what have I gotten myself into?- just having a baby and a two year old that was having some jealousy issues.  I also had some sweet moments of motherhood with my girls. I have some incredible friends who brought dinners over (thank you renchers, mcbrides, halls, beckstroms, maes and waites), took Addie off my hands (thank you harpers and udinks) and many phone calls to see how things were going(thank you). I have an amazing family for their concern, prayers, and their open arms. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has gotten so much easier since Marc has been back. I know he missed us and that it was hard on him too. When he came home he couldn't believe how much the girls have grown. He was also amazed how good Addie was talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to never come across anything that will be more difficult than this past month. September was one month I'm glad to see gone.&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/2641087433938431254-2273127056532256649?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2273127056532256649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2273127056532256649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2273127056532256649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2273127056532256649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/hardest-thing-ive-ever-done.html' title='The hardest thing I&apos;ve ever done....'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-8101025669076069328</id><published>2009-09-17T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:45:16.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our smiling one month Kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SrLzCq3HQWI/AAAAAAAABXA/Ro1fYIVEx0U/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SrLzCq3HQWI/AAAAAAAABXA/Ro1fYIVEx0U/s400/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382631731851903330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate's had a one month appointment today and here are her stats (9/17/09):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight 8 lbs 5 oz - 31%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height 21.5 inches - 63%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head Circumference 14 - 23%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate is Smiling!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past Tuesday I watched Kate give the biggest, non gas, smile. Oh I love the gummy smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8101025669076069328?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8101025669076069328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8101025669076069328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8101025669076069328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8101025669076069328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-smiling-one-month-kate.html' title='Our smiling one month Kate'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SrLzCq3HQWI/AAAAAAAABXA/Ro1fYIVEx0U/s72-c/IMG_1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-4315887410340677115</id><published>2009-09-10T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:25:31.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_cfcjpyI/AAAAAAAABVg/A6F-RCHmG6g/s1600-h/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_cfcjpyI/AAAAAAAABVg/A6F-RCHmG6g/s400/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041726069286690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to get newborn pictures of Kate. I didn't do this with Addie but, oh, how I wish I did. We went to a friend, Kacey Bassett (http://www.kaceysphotography.com), and she did an amazing job. We had a couple set backs (she had a major spit up that cut the clothes pictures short, and a pee moment on her mirror - sorry Kacey). Here are a couple favorites, ENJOY!!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm-8WyiJoI/AAAAAAAABUg/nMdvD_JKT1U/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041173989729922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_a24ATCI/AAAAAAAABVI/dp09rEq9lPY/s400/IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041697998687266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_bbrxNTI/AAAAAAAABVQ/7416qQLs_14/s400/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041707879478578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_7uGdUZI/AAAAAAAABWI/ueWdh9m8N9I/s400/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380042262579073426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_7ArIGqI/AAAAAAAABWA/AekNxPmdeWo/s1600-h/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_7ArIGqI/AAAAAAAABWA/AekNxPmdeWo/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380042250384841378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_6mFNBSI/AAAAAAAABV4/9uZ-dr0o9Fg/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_6mFNBSI/AAAAAAAABV4/9uZ-dr0o9Fg/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380042243246458146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_56aOXwI/AAAAAAAABVw/_1uWJRtSQy0/s1600-h/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_56aOXwI/AAAAAAAABVw/_1uWJRtSQy0/s400/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380042231523467010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_dLkfQRI/AAAAAAAABVo/W4hEvuHtZGU/s1600-h/IMG_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_dLkfQRI/AAAAAAAABVo/W4hEvuHtZGU/s400/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041737913712914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My absolute FAVORITE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_cfcjpyI/AAAAAAAABVg/A6F-RCHmG6g/s1600-h/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_cfcjpyI/AAAAAAAABVg/A6F-RCHmG6g/s400/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041726069286690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out those big, beautiful eyes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_b21ZwRI/AAAAAAAABVY/SJtdAI7uduA/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_b21ZwRI/AAAAAAAABVY/SJtdAI7uduA/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041715167641874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm-_COn3lI/AAAAAAAABVA/IOZO5UttBs4/s1600-h/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm-_COn3lI/AAAAAAAABVA/IOZO5UttBs4/s400/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041220010008146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm--bE-cOI/AAAAAAAABU4/bNyVF73kjEI/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm--bE-cOI/AAAAAAAABU4/bNyVF73kjEI/s400/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041209500561634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm-9letBNI/AAAAAAAABUw/LFnGK3IMxmA/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm-9letBNI/AAAAAAAABUw/LFnGK3IMxmA/s400/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041195112957138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm-891pKOI/AAAAAAAABUo/b8U2p2-Lh_E/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm-891pKOI/AAAAAAAABUo/b8U2p2-Lh_E/s400/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041184471754978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These last two pictures are taken by me. When we got home I wanted some of Addie by herself. She was too cute not to snap a couple pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqnC7NYJeyI/AAAAAAAABWY/JmQH-0EiHto/s400/DSC_7518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380045552329784098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqnC6j9fcoI/AAAAAAAABWQ/cUEmfGftRwU/s400/DSC_7485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380045541212123778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-4315887410340677115?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4315887410340677115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=4315887410340677115' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4315887410340677115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4315887410340677115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm_cfcjpyI/AAAAAAAABVg/A6F-RCHmG6g/s72-c/IMG_1683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2615842335722594133</id><published>2009-09-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:41:41.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun with Mormor and Papa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm3CANsDgI/AAAAAAAABSo/caH4Z8cs6RE/s1600-h/DSC_7448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm3CANsDgI/AAAAAAAABSo/caH4Z8cs6RE/s320/DSC_7448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380032474915802626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were grateful to spend a couple days with Marc's dad here in Columbus before he headed back home. He is such a handyman and helped fix some things around our place (thank you). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they were here we took them to the Dayton Air and Space Museum. Afterwards we went to a Chinese buffet that was pretty tasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sadly, this is the only picture I took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm3DdfV0pI/AAAAAAAABS4/nRn5Gw-PLVk/s320/DSC_7455.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380032499954340498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to our favorite ice cream place, Handles. I could eat there everyday, I'd be huge, but I could do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took them to one of our favorite parks and Marc and I sat back and watched the Grandparents take over playing with Addie (we did gladly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Bless Papa's heart for going down that bumpy slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm3CsRCyiI/AAAAAAAABSw/3RlJ45uRlCM/s320/DSC_7438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380032486741035554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You can't hardly see Papa and Addie in this picture but they were up there forever playing. I loved hearing them make popcorn and throw it to us to eat, make a fire and roast marshmallows, and watch Addie throw papa's shoes down the slide (I know they talked about more things up there I just don't remember), but it was really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm3Dzk7HqI/AAAAAAAABTA/Y-2qvWcv-Do/s320/DSC_7442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380032505883336354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie misses her Mormor and Papa tons, she asks about them all the time and pretend to talk to them on her phone. It's such a bummer that they live so far away and visits are not as much as we'd like, but we love every minute we get to spend with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2615842335722594133?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2615842335722594133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2615842335722594133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2615842335722594133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2615842335722594133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-fun-with-mormor-and-papa.html' title='Some fun with Mormor and Papa.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm3CANsDgI/AAAAAAAABSo/caH4Z8cs6RE/s72-c/DSC_7448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2032102624371603281</id><published>2009-09-10T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:27:10.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom was there to watch Addie during my hospital stay, it was actually my first night away from Addie and it was pretty hard to be away from her that much. I missed her a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm1QPqEFbI/AAAAAAAABSY/lMj1eT7NIzQ/s320/DSC_0231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380030520556262834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, my mom was such a big help and stayed with us for a week and then Marc's mom, Berit, came for about two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Marc's mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm1QwRQdII/AAAAAAAABSg/1E1MWEN3VqA/s320/DSC_7539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380030529310585986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could have not asked for better help what that these incredible woman have given. I'm an in awe at their patience and their endless love. I can never thank them enough for the enormous help they were, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berit just left Tuesday morning and I have such mixed emotions seeing these women leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to miss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the patience these woman have shown towards my girls (especially Addie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the delicious food and new recipes I collected (we're living on leftovers and frozen meals until I can figure out how to juggle two kids)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the clean apartment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the loads and loads and loads of laundry that was done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the advice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the conversation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping in and naps whenever I wanted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;extra hands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am excited for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to find what our new &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; routine will be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to stop being so lazy (hmm... ok not excited but it's time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so the things I'm going to miss outweigh what I'm excited for, but I really am ready to start and figure things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2032102624371603281?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2032102624371603281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2032102624371603281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2032102624371603281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2032102624371603281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-my-own.html' title='on my own'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqm1QPqEFbI/AAAAAAAABSY/lMj1eT7NIzQ/s72-c/DSC_0231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8882362824392611702</id><published>2009-09-10T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:07:17.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqmwkh2XdhI/AAAAAAAABSQ/EWfAARq4TbQ/s1600-h/DSC_7542.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqmwkh2XdhI/AAAAAAAABSQ/EWfAARq4TbQ/s320/DSC_7542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380025371478947346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8882362824392611702?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8882362824392611702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8882362824392611702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8882362824392611702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8882362824392611702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-girls.html' title='I love my girls'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sqmwkh2XdhI/AAAAAAAABSQ/EWfAARq4TbQ/s72-c/DSC_7542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6313262651711293627</id><published>2009-09-10T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:05:04.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During Nap Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqmwBbgcLxI/AAAAAAAABSI/f189x-dJ1D0/s1600-h/DSC_7546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqmwBbgcLxI/AAAAAAAABSI/f189x-dJ1D0/s320/DSC_7546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380024768480947986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Mormor (Marc's mom) found Addie during her nap time. I'm glad she went to check on her because Addie made a mess. This is the second time she's been found in the bum cream... I wonder what her fascination with it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6313262651711293627?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6313262651711293627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6313262651711293627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6313262651711293627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6313262651711293627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/during-nap-time.html' title='During Nap Time'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqmwBbgcLxI/AAAAAAAABSI/f189x-dJ1D0/s72-c/DSC_7546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5260450106286374723</id><published>2009-09-05T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:47:14.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over the past month (sheesh it's been a month already??), we have found a couple things about our Kate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She is a noise maker. HOLY SMOKES!! During pregnancy preparations, I found a bassinet at a garage sale and planned putting her next to my bed, ya know for easy access. After a couple nights of, what seemed to me,  endless grunts, I realized our sleeping arrangements were not going to work out. She was quickly moved her to the hallway. I'm happy to say that I sleep much bette. Addie was not this noisy, back in Des Moines we were living in a one bedroom apartment and she slept in the same room as we did and I don't remember hearing any grunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Kate is a good nurser and is gaining weight nicely. I had a hard a pretty rough time nursing Addie but I'm glad to say that Kate has been a breeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;At her 5 day appointment (8/20) she weighed 6lbs 3oz - 8%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;she was 20 inches - 60%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;her head circumference 14 inches - 23%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A week later at her weight check (8/27) she weighed 6lbs 7 oz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kate at her first doc appointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqLVdNzBy4I/AAAAAAAABQg/8xCNNYt0Qjg/s1600-h/DSC_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqLVdNzBy4I/AAAAAAAABQg/8xCNNYt0Qjg/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095602930404226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqgPccf28uI/AAAAAAAABRA/tOZChC4I-8c/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379566736254628578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. SHE TAKES A PACIFIER! This, my friends, is HEAVEN!!! Infact, the doctor was impressed that she could keep a pacifier in by herself so early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kate making sure that pacifier stays put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqgND1TjqhI/AAAAAAAABQo/bVrifc7_ueY/s320/DSC_7547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379564114393934354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. She must have patience or she'll learn to have patience. Addie is always hovering over her wanting to give kisses, hugs, loves, and patting on the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqgQDF8dKGI/AAAAAAAABRI/-Xr_Z_7LMo0/s320/DSC_7436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379567400215455842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;5.  If she could choose she would  live in her baths. She is so calm and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;her first bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqgQD7rPxoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/_mnN_XIVRrc/s320/DSC_7467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379567414638790274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kate's hooded towel (thank you mormor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqgQEQiIhXI/AAAAAAAABRY/8x-aOAsbl8o/s320/DSC_7468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379567420237710706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;6. She looks a great deal like Addie but, if this makes sense, has a look all of her own. She has a birth mark on the side of her left cheek that we think is just precious. Grandpa says that it shows you where to &lt;i&gt;start&lt;/i&gt; kissing. Addie thinks it's pretty cool, she asks where her beauty mark is. We tell her that it's on  her ankle (a freckle).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqmsXgx5R5I/AAAAAAAABR4/reT6nHe3t0Y/s320/DSC_0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380020749806946194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqmsYMO5a4I/AAAAAAAABSA/wiIIC13VKo4/s320/SNB10461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380020761471314818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love learning things about our Kate and seeing her little personality. Oh what a sweet girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5260450106286374723?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5260450106286374723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5260450106286374723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5260450106286374723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5260450106286374723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/kate-update.html' title='Kate update'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SqLVdNzBy4I/AAAAAAAABQg/8xCNNYt0Qjg/s72-c/DSC_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8519631302674258399</id><published>2009-09-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:45:18.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warms my heart</title><content type='html'>While I was burping Kate, Addie, barely awake, came out and gave us big hugs said " I love you mommy" and looked at Kate and said "I love you baby Kate". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh that girl can be THE sweetest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8519631302674258399?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8519631302674258399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8519631302674258399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8519631302674258399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8519631302674258399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/warms-my-heart.html' title='Warms my heart'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-4202525181870024826</id><published>2009-08-31T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:24:20.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want s'more??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwv_ytc5KI/AAAAAAAABQY/6gLsbABFkhE/s1600-h/DSC_0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SpwvxRjwGCI/AAAAAAAABQQ/0h6J7ya9lIE/s1600-h/DSC_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwvk-68cpI/AAAAAAAABQI/hEda9IRX3tE/s1600-h/DSC_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwvk-68cpI/AAAAAAAABQI/hEda9IRX3tE/s400/DSC_0332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224367585555090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whenever we make a trip to New Bremen, my hometown, one of my favorite things to do is to have a campfire and eat s'mores. &lt;div&gt;It's just relaxing to sit by the fire, have some good conversation, roast marshmallows, and to eat this chocolaty marshmallow goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya know, it never gets old, no matter how many times my dad says, "oh, this is soo good, I want s'more". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwv_ytc5KI/AAAAAAAABQY/6gLsbABFkhE/s320/DSC_0350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224828164203682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Addie loves "s'more" time. She tried a s'more, but prefers to eat the ingredients separately. She'll come around someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-4202525181870024826?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4202525181870024826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=4202525181870024826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4202525181870024826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4202525181870024826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-want-smore.html' title='Do you want s&apos;more??'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwvk-68cpI/AAAAAAAABQI/hEda9IRX3tE/s72-c/DSC_0332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8624739016198006951</id><published>2009-08-29T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:03:15.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwr3R2NHiI/AAAAAAAABPQ/oB9BSbN3SNo/s320/DSC_0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220283857083938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Sunday, the 23rd,  we blessed our Kate. It was truly a special day and we shared it with close friends and family. We feel very blessed to have this little angel apart of our family. She's only been with us for two weeks, but we all feel that she is right where she belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;getting ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwr2USqVLI/AAAAAAAABPI/KJKHKYmJ3H4/s320/SNB14185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220267333440690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwr3-BWyYI/AAAAAAAABPY/i4I9M9LvC80/s320/DSC_0265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220295715015042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blessing dress history:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate's blessing dress was bought by my mom when she was pregnant with her first child. She didn't know the gender of the child so she bought a boy's blessing outfit along with a girls. The girl's blessing dress wasn't used till 4 years after it was purchased. Because I was the only girl it was worn once, until my little Addie arrived. Kate has been the third to wear the dress and, hopefully, will not be the last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Our family with my parents and Marc's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SpnazerFSDI/AAAAAAAABPA/Kbs65OfuraU/s320/DSC_7425.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375568208185346098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8624739016198006951?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8624739016198006951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8624739016198006951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8624739016198006951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8624739016198006951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/kates-blessing.html' title='Kate&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Spwr3R2NHiI/AAAAAAAABPQ/oB9BSbN3SNo/s72-c/DSC_0280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3933441816245728229</id><published>2009-08-20T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:35:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie and Kate</title><content type='html'>Do you remember &lt;a href="http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-musson-addition-coming-soon.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post when I express my concerns about Addie and our new arrival? Well, this little girl proved me wrong and has blown my expectations out of the water. She has taken to Kate, as her baby sister, and makes sure that she is given lots of hugs, kisses, gentle touches, a pacifier and is just an awesome big sister. She loves holding baby Kate and will hold her for around 5 min. &lt;div&gt;I couldn't have asked for Addie to do any better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video is Addie singing songs to Kate and giving her gentle touches along with kisses. I just love my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Video taken 8/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/AddieandKate.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3933441816245728229?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3933441816245728229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3933441816245728229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3933441816245728229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3933441816245728229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/addie-and-kate.html' title='Addie and Kate'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-2623926720320718496</id><published>2009-08-17T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:44:09.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Our beautiful Kate Lynn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Son-16AbX1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/31fag1qm_Po/s320/DSC_0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371104232673599314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate Lynn Musson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born August 15th at 4:39 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weighing in at 6lbs 7 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Measuring 20 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kate and I are doing great. I'll go into more detail soon, but until then, enjoy these pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Son-3fihEaI/AAAAAAAABOg/AEMgEqTY1lI/s1600-h/DSC_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Son-3fihEaI/AAAAAAAABOg/AEMgEqTY1lI/s320/DSC_0293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371104259928560034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Son-2hcL97I/AAAAAAAABOY/7dZ7uKYcGcs/s1600-h/DSC_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Son-2hcL97I/AAAAAAAABOY/7dZ7uKYcGcs/s320/DSC_0138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371104243259013042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Son-4junXZI/AAAAAAAABOs/tkDlk7qcfio/s320/DSC_7312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371104278232915346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2623926720320718496?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2623926720320718496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2623926720320718496' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2623926720320718496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2623926720320718496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing.html' title='introducing...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Son-16AbX1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/31fag1qm_Po/s72-c/DSC_0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5035149727501751403</id><published>2009-08-15T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:22:21.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one...</title><content type='html'>I have about an hour before we take off to the hospital and my family is still asleep. Those little lucky ones, I on the other hand had a couple hours of tossing and turning, moving to the couch, reading, and eating at 3am (so I wouldn't be starving when I go in). I think I got about 4-5 hours of sleep, which is about normal for the past couple days. &lt;div&gt;Do you remember how &lt;a href="http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/38-weeks.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; said I'm not too worried about the labor or delivery, yeah well, I can't say that anymore. I started to get a lot of contractions yesterday and I forgot how unpleasant they are, and they're about to get a lot worse. I can't take pain so I'm planning on an epidural, which takes care of the labor part, but not the deliver. Old memories of Addie come rushing to my head - pushing for two ENDLESS hours, being put on oxygen, throwing up, all of that and then my temp goes up and Addie's heart rate goes up so the vacuum was used. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the recovery comes to mind, OH! Thinking of all these things makes me think I can handle another week of being pregnant... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until my pinch nerve comes into play causing me to limp all day, the back pain, feet pain, pain from her head being really low, not fitting into maternity clothes, and the sleepless nights. OK! BRING IT ON!!! (well, please be a small amount of pain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5035149727501751403?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5035149727501751403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5035149727501751403' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5035149727501751403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5035149727501751403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-one.html' title='Last one...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6137766755766848126</id><published>2009-08-10T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:17:40.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish us luck!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Marc takes his boards tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. I'm scheduled for an induction on saturday, the 15th, at 9am. We'll have our baby girl in our arms by Saturday night!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6137766755766848126?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6137766755766848126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6137766755766848126' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6137766755766848126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6137766755766848126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-us-luck.html' title='Wish us luck!!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-489271407034118324</id><published>2009-08-09T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:21:04.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the lovely nesting stage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For about a month plus I went through an intense nesting stage. Cleaning and crafting for days. So here are the final products:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, a rocking chair I got a garage sale. The paint job was pretty sad, but nothing a little spray paint can't fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn81rj7RFfI/AAAAAAAABMA/3ALjqjGMckY/s320/DSC_7013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068303343392242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For two years plus we used a plastic dresser. It worked and we would still be using it but with another one coming (very soon) we needed to upgrade. This baby I bought at a garage sale for 10 bucks. After a long talk with the Home Depot people, their motto "you can do it, we can help" - came true. I also had my mom help paint and marc and my dad fill in the old holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(I WISH I took a before picture. The best I can do is to tell you to imagine an ugly brown dresser with the oldest brass pulls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn81suM9oWI/AAAAAAAABMY/yxxYGtA9b0Y/s320/DSC_7017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068323281838434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie's room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn81r9d13fI/AAAAAAAABMI/d6mRRZ8LbdY/s320/DSC_7014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068310199295474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn81sLUYcFI/AAAAAAAABMQ/cF9apg1RbYc/s1600-h/DSC_7015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn81sLUYcFI/AAAAAAAABMQ/cF9apg1RbYc/s320/DSC_7015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068313917714514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The sewing projects:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've done these animals before but this time I did them in for our little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82QbEWjZI/AAAAAAAABNA/38edxe-5v-c/s320/DSC_7022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068936620739986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82PYndLCI/AAAAAAAABMw/v5zkl0wrSqU/s320/DSC_7021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068918782798882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tag blanket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82PhlxZ9I/AAAAAAAABM4/XY-ZpoBd0jc/s320/DSC_7030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068921191655378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm particularly excited about these burp cloths. Thanks to Megan's surger they all have crisp edges and look pretty darn cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82OltZKDI/AAAAAAAABMg/EM-UoIrSv_Y/s320/DSC_7018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068905117493298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of the burp cloths plus receiving blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82O9TpD6I/AAAAAAAABMo/N-NDj8yI1xI/s320/DSC_7020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368068911451934626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have a baby doll waiting for Addie to be a mommy to. We're waiting for the second one to come in hopes that it will ease the big change. I've made a couple things for Addie to use for her baby:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a blanket with matching pillow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn87Fo1L2WI/AAAAAAAABOA/-TxulN_cX28/s320/DSC_7036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368074248894798178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And a couple burp cloths... yep they're all different sizes. Addie wont know the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn87GLClveI/AAAAAAAABOI/N2DiBEtL80I/s320/DSC_7037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368074258077826530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made these blocks before too, but these are the matching colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82pckRkwI/AAAAAAAABNI/Iov6H2-Vryw/s320/DSC_7031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069366519796482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My own little twist of the hooter hider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82qvTcsSI/AAAAAAAABNg/LOnhuj0sJgY/s320/DSC_7034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069388729364770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The back, with burp cloths sewn in for convenience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82rBOyDGI/AAAAAAAABNo/XHzIsB1vcMA/s320/DSC_7035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069393541631074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie's apron. She has had so much fun in this apron. If I would have known she'd love it as much as she does, I would have done this months ago. We have regular talks about how it stays home when we go somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn83Be6Ku5I/AAAAAAAABN4/UXJ22DrXi6k/s320/DSC_7008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069779465354130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I had to make one for me too. Leftover fabric of the hooter hider. You'll have to use your imagination this time, the apron doesn't quite fit a 9 month pregnant lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82qYaPGOI/AAAAAAAABNY/njrd5S5V6A4/s320/DSC_7033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069382583818466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn82p_WNd_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/HgFxgbCMYuY/s320/DSC_7032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069375856048114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm going to give my sewing machine a break and this week we're going to be doing have fun family time. Marc is taking his step two boards on Tuesday and I asked Marc what if I went into labor on Tuesday, and his reply was "well, there are nurses to help". Hmm... Little baby girl Musson, please don't come on Tuesday!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-489271407034118324?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/489271407034118324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=489271407034118324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/489271407034118324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/489271407034118324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-lovely-nesting-stage.html' title='Oh the lovely nesting stage.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn81rj7RFfI/AAAAAAAABMA/3ALjqjGMckY/s72-c/DSC_7013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3011253802776860826</id><published>2009-08-08T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:07:03.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 weeks</title><content type='html'>Here is my belly in all it's glory. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn4eRFRuZ5I/AAAAAAAABL4/wgevkZcr5m0/s1600-h/Photo+250.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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn4eRFRuZ5I/AAAAAAAABL4/wgevkZcr5m0/s320/Photo+250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367761084695340946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have one more doctors appointment on Monday and then I am being induced next weekend (I love my doctor).  So it looks like this is the last belly shot for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pregnancy I have had a lot more pain that with Addie. Don't get me wrong, Addie was no walk in the park, but Addie was more uncomfortable and this one is more painful. The best reasoning I can come up with is she has been low the ENTIRE time. I've found that my best friend is one of those maternity belts - bless the person whoever came up with that idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason I'm not too worried about the labor or deliver (CRAZY, I know). I'm more worried about giving Addie the attention that she needs and being able to juggle life. I love the easiness and laid back of our schedule now, but at the same time I am ready to add this little girl to the mix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any advice?&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/2641087433938431254-3011253802776860826?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3011253802776860826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3011253802776860826' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3011253802776860826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3011253802776860826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/38-weeks.html' title='38 weeks'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sn4eRFRuZ5I/AAAAAAAABL4/wgevkZcr5m0/s72-c/Photo+250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2576682079267092150</id><published>2009-08-07T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:48:14.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch! She just ate it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnxnWCvieNI/AAAAAAAABLw/eQ6Ia51zE3E/s1600-h/DSC_7011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnxnWCvieNI/AAAAAAAABLw/eQ6Ia51zE3E/s320/DSC_7011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367278484309833938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the saying when someone biffs it and you hear the saying "she totally ate it"? Well, at the park yesterday(I know yesterday- I only have 2 more posts to go) Addie ate it. She was swinging in the big girls swing and wasn't holding on very tight. Marc was pushing her and she didn't have the best grip so as she was going forward the momentum swung her backwards, doing an involuntary back flip and face planted into the mulch.&lt;div&gt;We were lucky the way that she landed, we could have made a trip to the hospital and it wouldn't be from me going into labor. Oh, my poor girl. We think she'll be scarred from the big girl's swing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2576682079267092150?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2576682079267092150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2576682079267092150' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2576682079267092150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2576682079267092150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouch-she-just-ate-it.html' title='Ouch! She just ate it!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnxnWCvieNI/AAAAAAAABLw/eQ6Ia51zE3E/s72-c/DSC_7011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6277444748006601457</id><published>2009-08-07T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:39:10.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, back to Pittsburgh for my mom anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple weekends ago we were suppose to go to Idaho to celebrate my  Grandpa Davis turning 80. We were all ready the night before and to make a long story short we didn't go. So my parents came up here for the weekend and we had our own fun. We made a trip to the zoo and we went to Pittsburgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom spent a couple middle school years in Pittsburgh so we went and saw the house she grew up in and the school her brother went to. We tried to see the old dance school and middle school but we didn't have any luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to see my mom talk about her childhood years at that home and hear about the memories she made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Snxli-BqeCI/AAAAAAAABLo/CET2tmjB8gs/s320/DSC_6818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367276507358722082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6277444748006601457?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6277444748006601457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6277444748006601457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6277444748006601457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6277444748006601457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-pittsburgh.html' title='Back to Pittsburgh'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Snxli-BqeCI/AAAAAAAABLo/CET2tmjB8gs/s72-c/DSC_6818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3163318747822267303</id><published>2009-08-07T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:30:13.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Tim</title><content type='html'>Here is Addie singing again. She is singing a song that Marc taught her. We started clapping before she was finished, but, she loved the attention so she didn't mind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(video from July 18th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s260.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/Turttle.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3163318747822267303?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3163318747822267303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3163318747822267303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3163318747822267303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3163318747822267303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiny-tim.html' title='Tiny Tim'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-1646084374715142779</id><published>2009-08-07T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T04:13:23.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCD'S</title><content type='html'>Addie is our little singer!! She loves songs and will pick up on a song pretty quick. She calls the alphabet "ABCD". So if we see writing anywhere she tells me their abcd's.&lt;div&gt; Watch for the surprise ending on the second time around. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(video from July 18th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/ABCDsong.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does skip over a few letters, which I'm sure I'll hear from her preschool teacher, but she does a good job for a two year old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-1646084374715142779?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1646084374715142779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=1646084374715142779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1646084374715142779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1646084374715142779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/abcds.html' title='ABCD&apos;S'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-5806157974267878337</id><published>2009-08-07T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:56:00.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We had a blast on the fourth. My parents came up and we hung out with them and joined the McBrides on a couple festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It started off going to an Amish Restaurant for a breakfast buffet. HELLO!! Pregnant and buffet, that's about 5 lbs right there and I ate my fair share. The food was worth the early time and we'll be going back for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We then headed over to Dublin for a parade (where my parents joined us). Averi and Addie play so good together. Before the parade having fun with the McBride's wagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwCzd7PuLI/AAAAAAAABKY/hurgMos9-zk/s320/DSC_6695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367167939148495026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwCz3WSKwI/AAAAAAAABKg/h5mkH9lVwPA/s320/DSC_6701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367167945972787970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was Addie's first parade and she was a little nervous of the big sounds. Thanks to Addie's and Averi's cute smile they scored a loot of candy, flyers, bracelets and a flag. Way to go girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwDa4QilqI/AAAAAAAABKw/qfxUUJStbB0/s320/DSC_6716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367168616232031906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;After a well needed nap we had none other than a bbq. We went to a local park which was empty (because it was wet a little chilly), we had hamburgers stuffed with cheese that was a mouthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwEyBSquaI/AAAAAAAABLI/-m7rSLiEmK0/s320/DSC_6741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367170113305491874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(check out that oozing cheese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We played bocce ball, which I believe team Musson won. Right dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwFXekCk5I/AAAAAAAABLQ/VuPUxAJUVRM/s320/DSC_6765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367170756818146194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We had some sparkler action going on, come to find out Addie did not enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwExGYWVDI/AAAAAAAABK4/vZ7KxdWCHQE/s320/DSC_6726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367170097491629106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;She looks like she's having fun at this angle but she having a tear build up and was trying to hand it off to someone, so she played it safe with a glow stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwFYrQyzbI/AAAAAAAABLg/ieNyyBtTAxI/s320/DSC_6785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367170777406950834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;BUT!! my dad got a kick out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwExn7ZnrI/AAAAAAAABLA/_D2WgqiCyoY/s320/DSC_6729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367170106497015474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie and Averi playing at the park. Check out Averi's face! You can't get any cuter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwFX3pZn0I/AAAAAAAABLY/svPlegK1Ey4/s320/DSC_6772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367170763551514434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;After the bbq we went and did our own little firework show. Marc and Tanner got their fill of pyro action while the rest of us relaxed and watched the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5806157974267878337?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5806157974267878337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5806157974267878337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5806157974267878337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5806157974267878337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnwCzd7PuLI/AAAAAAAABKY/hurgMos9-zk/s72-c/DSC_6695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-485119993724080911</id><published>2009-08-07T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:24:14.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Tails!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've blogged about Addie's hair probably one too many times but Addie's hair can be put in pig tails! Our first attempt was late June and was success!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Snv_fwrnQII/AAAAAAAABKA/wEmqU3K_4bw/s1600-h/DSC_6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Snv_fwrnQII/AAAAAAAABKA/wEmqU3K_4bw/s320/DSC_6661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367164302050934914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ever since it's been going up to be kept out of her eyes and off her neck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Snv_z7h4ZRI/AAAAAAAABKI/QdAMWIHCzCY/s320/DSC_6810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367164648560289042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;She just looks so grown up with pig tails. Well, she is going to be a big sister soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-485119993724080911?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/485119993724080911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=485119993724080911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/485119993724080911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/485119993724080911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/pig-tails.html' title='Pig Tails!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Snv_fwrnQII/AAAAAAAABKA/wEmqU3K_4bw/s72-c/DSC_6661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2458496648136023740</id><published>2009-08-06T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:23:31.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We traveled up north to BC, Canada for our fun summer vacation and then headed to Utah for a wedding. It was a nice relaxing time for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marc and his non studying time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Addie and her mor mor and papa time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ME- because of both Marc's non studying time and Addie's mor mor and papa time. So all were in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A rundown of our trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We first went to a nearby lake with Marc's brother, Matt and his mother and hung out in the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAobOpuRI/AAAAAAAABHo/Rha4_I9zK0E/s1600-h/DSC_5995.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAobOpuRI/AAAAAAAABHo/Rha4_I9zK0E/s320/DSC_5995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367024812934412562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I tell someone I went to BC everyone asks if I went to Victoria. I can finally say that I have and it was BEAUTIFUL!!!! We headed off with Marc's parents, brother (Mike) and his wife (Linda) and Marc's cousin (Karsten) and his wife (Leah).  My favorite part, which was the first thing we did there, was our dinner of fish &amp;amp; chips on the dock looking out onto the ocean. Oh, if time could freeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did all of the touristy things (which was the goal in mind) had good food and stayed up way too late. Our first day we headed to The Royal British Columbia Museum which was doing a special features on Treasures. It was very impressive and I would have enjoyed it more if my feet weren't throbbing in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAo83tqrI/AAAAAAAABHw/YpW4gPAuv74/s320/DSC_6041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367024821965007538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc and part of the group in front of the Parliament Building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to the beach. Marc's brother, Mike, made skim boards and the guys had to try them out in the freezing cold water.  They did really good and I took some action shots. Here's one of Marc:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAppShATI/AAAAAAAABH4/Av-rlnqHeT4/s320/DSC_6049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367024833888583986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little Addie fell asleep on our way to the beach and stayed asleep till it was almost time to go. We did wake her up so she could enjoy a little bit of the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAqCi90pI/AAAAAAAABIA/94k1sufBNRM/s1600-h/DSC_6128.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAqCi90pI/AAAAAAAABIA/94k1sufBNRM/s320/DSC_6128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367024840668467858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc is a little kid at heart. I love how he took time to be with Addie and made a sandcastle, but I think the sandcastle was more for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAqlSlxdI/AAAAAAAABII/AZiTr1cSPdo/s1600-h/DSC_6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAqlSlxdI/AAAAAAAABII/AZiTr1cSPdo/s320/DSC_6131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367024849995023826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On our drive out of visit to Victoria we stopped by the Butchart Gardens. It was absolutely BEAUTIFUL! Even though Addie had to go pant-less due to an overfull diaper and was cranky from a napless day, I still enjoyed myself with the scenery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuBYVK8ysI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oy5Bm4Pt-ls/s320/DSC_6173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367025635941993154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 18px; white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This was one BIG thing I wanted to do on my list. Was to visit Marc's grandparents. They are the cutest ever  and we love every visits with them. I especially wanted Addie to go and to fall in love with them as much as we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 18px; white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Here is her Great Grandpa Taranger chasing her around their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuBYwtWr8I/AAAAAAAABIY/FKw4vdHTg8A/s320/DSC_6210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367025643334053826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#333333;"&gt;Here we are with his grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 18px; white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuBZqUc27I/AAAAAAAABIg/YR8prLPze0Y/s320/DSC_6212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367025658798857138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This last picture is from our night at Mike and Linda's. This is the only picture I could take before the battery died (which I was pretty steamed about). But Addie was such a performer. She sang songs and danced and LOVED every ounce of attention she was shown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 18px; white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuBZweqFXI/AAAAAAAABIo/I8Rz2SWwXHw/s320/DSC_6222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367025660452279666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;After our sad goodbyes we headed to Utah for my brothers wedding. Before the wedding we spent a two days in St. George just as a family. We went to Zion's park which was AMAZING and hung out at the pool. Here are a couple pictures of Zion's park:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 18px; white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuB2B9OEQI/AAAAAAAABI4/VQSMQo6PUZ8/s320/DSC_6280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026146180206850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuBaRI2QzI/AAAAAAAABIw/ewY87ct1wW4/s320/DSC_6270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367025669219173170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuB2b8DOTI/AAAAAAAABJA/20CTLovowK0/s320/DSC_6293.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026153154623794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuB3QDxenI/AAAAAAAABJQ/3bpcHjCYvBE/s320/DSC_6367.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026167145658994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, -webkit-fantasy; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Maybe she'll be a plumber! She has one part down anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuB28oCRDI/AAAAAAAABJI/XJUNklLbN_s/s320/DSC_6333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026161929045042" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And off to the wedding! It did rain at the temple but held off at both receptions (which they both called for rain). They were married and sealed at the Manti Temple, the same temple her parents were sealed. Everything was beautiful and they looked happy as could be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuB3rXg0-I/AAAAAAAABJY/M7aOwg84cVE/s320/DSC_6582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026174476211170" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gorgeous huh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuEJOgEGZI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Xn_DYeXqx-A/s320/Wedding-143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367028674988349842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 147px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuEI09Rh_I/AAAAAAAABJw/nw6-OHJPVyw/s320/Wedding-140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367028668131543026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 147px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;a little late but, Congratulations Jeff and Jenn! We love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#333333;"&gt;It's sad that our vacation is over but the memories will last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2641087433938431254-2458496648136023740?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2458496648136023740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2458496648136023740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2458496648136023740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2458496648136023740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SnuAobOpuRI/AAAAAAAABHo/Rha4_I9zK0E/s72-c/DSC_5995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3691773222588722417</id><published>2009-08-06T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:41:19.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-D-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI*OTYwNTU2MTA2NyZwdD*xMjQ5NjA1NjA1NTE2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so far behind in the blogging world. As I was going to do updates from June (I know, I'm such a slacker) I found this beauty from May. I started teaching Addie how to spell her name and sometimes she could spell it right and other times it went like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/ADDE1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a couple months of practicing, I am proud to report that she can spell her name. All thanks to giving her a short name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3691773222588722417?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3691773222588722417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3691773222588722417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3691773222588722417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3691773222588722417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='A-D-E'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-6105801512464094808</id><published>2009-06-25T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:58:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years... I mean 4 years to celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SkN00xWCkKI/AAAAAAAABG0/9ZgOCM9Gvk8/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SkN00xWCkKI/AAAAAAAABG0/9ZgOCM9Gvk8/s320/DSCN0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351249232194080930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This picture is from our open house in Canada. We had to do it before we got married, those canucks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, today is our 4 year anniversary. A month ago I was asked how long Marc and I have been married - I replied "it'll be 5 years in June" and Marc lovingly corrected me. I had to do some quick math to indeed find out that I was wrong. I was shocked because isn't it the man that messes those things up and the woman correcting? Uh, maybe I should round off to the nearest increment of 5, just to keep it simple.&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say we have plans that include a babysitter, dinner and just alone time talking and reminiscing. But our plans are postponed for an unknown date. I also wish I could say it is due to Marc's schooling, but, this year, I am the spoiler (which is one reason I haven't blogged lately).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SkN18hkUMcI/AAAAAAAABG8/L6IaW35hfLc/s320/img_b2301112aa1.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351250464909570498" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 111px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one part of pregnancy that makes it so hard to endure, being sick. I've had congestion, sore throat and a cough for almost a week now. It wouldn't be an issue if I could take some medication that could relieve these symptoms, but being pregnant, I am limited on what I can take. AND it wouldn't be an overstatement to say that I am miserable. Oh, how I'm longing for nyquil, that could knock me out so I can sleep for more than 2 hours at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead you can find me sucking on throat lozenge and trying everything else in the book to bring me some relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(today, I'm actually feeling a tiny bit better- yay,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless little Addie's heart, she has been such a sport and has enjoyed the company of movies for the past couple days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, cough cough, here is to four years of marriage, cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6105801512464094808?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6105801512464094808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6105801512464094808' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6105801512464094808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6105801512464094808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-years-i-mean-4-years-to-celebrate.html' title='5 years... I mean 4 years to celebrate!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SkN00xWCkKI/AAAAAAAABG0/9ZgOCM9Gvk8/s72-c/DSCN0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2691605021382634589</id><published>2009-06-25T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:55:34.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Add this to the list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know the things you shouldn't say to a pregnant person.... Well add this to the list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago I was waiting for an appointment and a guy walks past me, and I'm guessing he was trying to be nice, and said, "Due any day?".  Well I don't think I'm that big, but he's a guy so I said "nope, I still have two months to go". BUT, HE COULDN'T LEAVE IT ALONE his response "oh, are you having twins?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just replied with "nope just one in there". And turned my attention to Addie, because who knows what else would come out of his mouth... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SkOBX76Mr7I/AAAAAAAABHE/wQ-vm7ddtJY/s320/Photo+242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351263030465048498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anywho... Here 31 weeks!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2691605021382634589?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2691605021382634589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2691605021382634589' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2691605021382634589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2691605021382634589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/add-this-to-list.html' title='Add this to the list'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SkOBX76Mr7I/AAAAAAAABHE/wQ-vm7ddtJY/s72-c/Photo+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-254325911233025691</id><published>2009-05-31T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:20:11.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a silly face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Addie's silly face. Oh how we love this girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLkmVKQH9I/AAAAAAAABGk/R21UZDCRc7c/s320/DSC_5957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083455181135826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her "cheeeeeese". We got the smile down, we just have to work on opening the eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLkmvjTRjI/AAAAAAAABGs/O8e8pJJ0FKo/s1600-h/DSC_5959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLkmvjTRjI/AAAAAAAABGs/O8e8pJJ0FKo/s320/DSC_5959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083462265521714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-254325911233025691?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/254325911233025691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=254325911233025691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/254325911233025691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/254325911233025691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-silly-face.html' title='Make a silly face.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLkmVKQH9I/AAAAAAAABGk/R21UZDCRc7c/s72-c/DSC_5957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7166220416787169947</id><published>2009-05-31T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:10:13.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame this on being pregnant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been so bad about leaving my things behind. I've lost my wallet at Target (&lt;a href="http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh-of-relief.html"&gt;A sigh of relief)&lt;/a&gt;, I've left my phone at Kohl's (that was a mess on it's own- I went to pick it up, and they said they didn't have it. So I gave them contact information to call (BECAUSE I KNOW I LEFT IT THERE) and they called about 2 hrs later), I &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; I forgot my phone at Hobby Lobby -that was fun to look for it only to find out it's been in my diaper bag. That was a real high point in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this one, my friends, tops it all. I had to put Addie in her car seat so instead of throwing my phone in the car, like I usually do, I put it on top of the car. Right when I did this I had a memory of doing this with pop and forgetting about it only to see the mess run down the side of my car- as I had this picture in my head I told myself NOT to forget about my phone, so what happens? Yeah, I forget. We pull out of the apartment complex (on our way to pick up our other car from the shop) and we were speeding up to forty we hear something flying off our car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc asks, "what was that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It took me a second to figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MY PHONE!!!" I yelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we turn around to gather what was remaining we see car after car going over the spot. I kept thinking my phone is a goner. BUT!!! Not a car ran over it and here it is a little scratch but WORKING. Thank you NOKIA for being so durable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLgBk50FHI/AAAAAAAABGc/3eJ2ZeFlThA/s320/DSC_5976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342078425705485426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7166220416787169947?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7166220416787169947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7166220416787169947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7166220416787169947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7166220416787169947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-blame-this-on-being-pregnant.html' title='I blame this on being pregnant...'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLgBk50FHI/AAAAAAAABGc/3eJ2ZeFlThA/s72-c/DSC_5976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6107759629505559024</id><published>2009-05-31T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:51:45.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another BIG sigh of relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLfT1S-ifI/AAAAAAAABGU/N2dmpepKzx8/s1600-h/DSC_5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLfT1S-ifI/AAAAAAAABGU/N2dmpepKzx8/s320/DSC_5977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342077639832013298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So an update from one of my post of &lt;a href="http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh-of-relief.html"&gt;a sigh of relief&lt;/a&gt;. A big welcome back to our "race car", oh, how I've missed you! We are a two car family again! After about two (very long) months of finally deciding to get our car fixed and being in the shop, we now have it back.&lt;div&gt;Having two cars is HEAVEN!!! I feel like I am free again. The only complaint I would have is this - now that I have a car again our place isn't as clean as I kept it, since I wouldn't have anything to do or anyplace to go I would clean and sew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess this is a hello to freedom but a I wont see ya as much cleaning. Overall- I think I can handle this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6107759629505559024?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6107759629505559024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6107759629505559024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6107759629505559024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6107759629505559024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-big-sigh-of-relief.html' title='Another BIG sigh of relief'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SiLfT1S-ifI/AAAAAAAABGU/N2dmpepKzx8/s72-c/DSC_5977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3988935806055209966</id><published>2009-05-28T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:06:30.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My projects</title><content type='html'>I have found a new love, sewing. There is something about turning simple pieces of fabric into the final project that I find so enjoyable. Whenever I have a free moment you can find me on the sewing machine. Here are the projects that I have completed lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This first one is Addie's dress she is going to wear at my brother's wedding. My friend, kimberli, helped me out BIG TIME with this. Addie calls this her princess dress. She is too cute in it, I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7I4-ZkAiI/AAAAAAAABGE/MeQ4tUAfHBI/s1600-h/DSC_5954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7I4-ZkAiI/AAAAAAAABGE/MeQ4tUAfHBI/s320/DSC_5954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340927089256432162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7JEo4VL5I/AAAAAAAABGM/RPra1VlsfVM/s1600-h/DSC_5923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7JEo4VL5I/AAAAAAAABGM/RPra1VlsfVM/s320/DSC_5923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340927289638334354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuffed animals for the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7I4grnzHI/AAAAAAAABF8/X8gPB75bil8/s1600-h/DSC_5947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7I4grnzHI/AAAAAAAABF8/X8gPB75bil8/s320/DSC_5947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340927081279114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7InUTZI3I/AAAAAAAABFU/ZR5PaDHxzdo/s1600-h/DSC_5934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7InUTZI3I/AAAAAAAABFU/ZR5PaDHxzdo/s320/DSC_5934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340926785898488690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7I4b4IbMI/AAAAAAAABF0/EG_417VDnNc/s1600-h/DSC_5946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7I4b4IbMI/AAAAAAAABF0/EG_417VDnNc/s320/DSC_5946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340927079989406914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuffed block for the new baby too. I have rings that are a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7InFincyI/AAAAAAAABFM/BV-Jkwfy2Mc/s1600-h/DSC_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7InFincyI/AAAAAAAABFM/BV-Jkwfy2Mc/s320/DSC_5927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340926781935809314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first project I made for myself.  It's a maternity skirt for my brother's wedding.  I am in love with it! So you can bet that I'll be making more skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7Iny1ZedI/AAAAAAAABFk/Gri1XqWB10g/s1600-h/DSC_5940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7Iny1ZedI/AAAAAAAABFk/Gri1XqWB10g/s320/DSC_5940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340926794094180818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest project. Reusable ziplocs. They have nylon for the inner lining so it makes it food safe and washer friendly. So I can save money and have stylish bags.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7InrWcxII/AAAAAAAABFc/ZnCekPWlHdY/s1600-h/DSC_5938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7InrWcxII/AAAAAAAABFc/ZnCekPWlHdY/s320/DSC_5938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340926792085324930" border="0" /&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/2641087433938431254-3988935806055209966?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3988935806055209966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3988935806055209966' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3988935806055209966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3988935806055209966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-projects.html' title='My projects'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Sh7I4-ZkAiI/AAAAAAAABGE/MeQ4tUAfHBI/s72-c/DSC_5954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6840099816220739342</id><published>2009-05-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:46:31.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/ShhQQW3SUzI/AAAAAAAABFE/DNaiyNRABvc/s1600-h/pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/ShhQQW3SUzI/AAAAAAAABFE/DNaiyNRABvc/s320/pancakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339105600193319730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my family will love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always got a kick out of the story of my dad eating 12 pancakes. He not only ate 12 pancakes but he went to school crying because he wanted more. Or was it 14?&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I had to call my dad to tell him how Addie is walking in his footsteps. I make her dippers (smaller pancakes that she dips in syrup) and she ate 12! I should start stocking up on pancake batter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6840099816220739342?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6840099816220739342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6840099816220739342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6840099816220739342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6840099816220739342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-like-grandpa.html' title='Just like Grandpa'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/ShhQQW3SUzI/AAAAAAAABFE/DNaiyNRABvc/s72-c/pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5601633924441946185</id><published>2009-05-13T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:55:40.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up with this bump?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SgrNQb_d7wI/AAAAAAAABE8/pqV2cyf__es/s1600-h/Photo+241.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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SgrNQb_d7wI/AAAAAAAABE8/pqV2cyf__es/s320/Photo+241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335302390849335042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wonder if I'm the only that feels this way, or if it's all in my head... &lt;div&gt;Some days it feels like I'm full term and other days I had too much to eat.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it feels like I am barely showing, which I should consider a blessing, but what is up with this bump?- I do know the shirts have a little to do with it, but c'mon- that's a huge difference, right?&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/2641087433938431254-5601633924441946185?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5601633924441946185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5601633924441946185' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5601633924441946185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5601633924441946185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-up-with-this-bump.html' title='What is up with this bump?'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SgrNQb_d7wI/AAAAAAAABE8/pqV2cyf__es/s72-c/Photo+241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-1417471461116609221</id><published>2009-04-28T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:03:30.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SfcVCzha-DI/AAAAAAAABE0/wKjxobKRuLg/s1600-h/Photo+225.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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SfcVCzha-DI/AAAAAAAABE0/wKjxobKRuLg/s320/Photo+225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329751821950580786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's week 23 for the pregnancy and I am starting to notice more differences between my first and second pregnancy. For example:&lt;div&gt;-I have to make little lady trips more often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have yet to feel her move above my belly button&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-She moves ALL the time. It makes me wonder when and if she sleeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-She is low. My doctor commented how low she is and said by my fourth I'll have to carry my bump in a wheel barrow. Yeah, that made my day. I know I don't look too low, but trust me she is LOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am more than half way. Closer to having her in our arms. I just hope I can survive the summer of being uncomfortable, swelling and hot hot hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-1417471461116609221?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1417471461116609221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=1417471461116609221' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1417471461116609221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/1417471461116609221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-bump.html' title='Baby bump'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SfcVCzha-DI/AAAAAAAABE0/wKjxobKRuLg/s72-c/Photo+225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6670489247619885948</id><published>2009-04-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:47:27.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie's big girl's bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se8rUOW8rII/AAAAAAAABEs/VAfKrpPcn_k/s1600-h/DSC_5876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se8rUOW8rII/AAAAAAAABEs/VAfKrpPcn_k/s320/DSC_5876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327524510654311554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We moved Addie into a big girl's bed about two weeks ago. I was expecting a rough transition with a lot of crying and constant struggle with Addie. To my surprise, it's been an easy switch. I have found found her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out of her bed playing with toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping with books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and my favorite, awake around 2am with stickers on her back (Marc actually found her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were all within the first couple days. I also noticed her sleeping was getting shorter and shorter but after the first week she went back to her normal sleeping amount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie's bedding was one of my projects I've been working on. Marc told me that his mom would make his siblings duvet covers out of sheets. I decided I could sew a couple of straight lines and add a little "somethin' somethin' " of my own to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sewed a "chickadee" theme with buttons and it took hours. I just want to add a couple of cute pillows and it'll be complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the crib completely down so when we introduce it to Addie as baby sister's she wont claim it as her own. Well, that is what we're hoping!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se8qdN8e20I/AAAAAAAABEc/1POp1hgmlgk/s320/DSC_5878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523565650500418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;The top left baby chickadee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se8qdUyUK1I/AAAAAAAABEk/4CFDHNeyLhs/s320/DSC_5879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523567486905170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Top left baby chickadee with a branch (use your imagination)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se8qcyrW_AI/AAAAAAAABEU/dZqDWyprzvw/s320/DSC_5877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523558330924034" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bottom right, momma chickadee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6670489247619885948?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6670489247619885948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6670489247619885948' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6670489247619885948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6670489247619885948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/addies-big-girls-bed.html' title='Addie&apos;s big girl&apos;s bed'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se8rUOW8rII/AAAAAAAABEs/VAfKrpPcn_k/s72-c/DSC_5876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6910592660375934431</id><published>2009-04-21T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:08:24.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sandusky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past Saturday we went to Sandusky for a quick day trip to visit the Thompsons. Erica and I were talking and we both agreed that it's crazy we left Des Moines not even a year ago- third year just feels like a never-ending nightmare, ok, it's not THAT bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Brynlee's 4th birthday and made it to Lake Erie and had a bbq with some of Nate and Erica's friends (and we'd like to claim a couple of those friends ours too) all in the same day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brynlee's party was filled with fun activities and treats that any four year old would love.  Erica did an amazing job working around a butterfly and flower theme that Brynlee requested. Brynlee was so sweet to include Addie at her party. When a guest arrived she made sure to tell them about her friend Addie. She even introduced me to a couple friends, but I went from Laura Lee to Addie's mom. That girl cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach that we went to was only a 15-20 min drive and it was it a gorgeous day to have a bbq. We made our way down to the water and I had my camera: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se52HnlwiFI/AAAAAAAABDs/93ZFqEDcXNQ/s320/DSC_5802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327325282484389970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Throwing sand in the Lake. This little girl hates sand in her shoes. She had sandals on, so it was inevitable that sand was going to make it's way between her toes, and she had the biggest fit- it was actually kinda funny. But, she went barefoot the entire time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se52H7gnTBI/AAAAAAAABD0/qMEMo94clI8/s320/DSC_5859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327325287831522322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Drawing in the Lake with a stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se52IIRmxYI/AAAAAAAABD8/b6L2vxl4qdM/s320/DSC_5867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327325291258234242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Time to eat and Addie didn't want to leave her stick behind. So it turned nicely into a walking stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se52HYuudsI/AAAAAAAABDk/XKuKVGm4sdM/s320/DSC_5795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327325278495471298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Out of the kids, Gracen has changed, for me, the most. His personality is too cute for words and he is a busy body. My favorite part with Gracen was after the beach and baths Gracen would tap my shoulder till I would turn, he'd squeal, do a hand wave and say "hi". Watch out Nate and Erica, he is going to be a heart breaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se52HJTPBuI/AAAAAAAABDc/68Jqm2D8fyU/s320/DSC_5792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327325274353632994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Brynlee is one of the most photogenic kids ever, I swear. She was just born with this gift. Ok, you'll have two heart breakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se52NTMqJ4I/AAAAAAAABEE/NwjPG1Ti5GQ/s320/DSC_5871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327325380089620354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We were pretty far away when I took this picture, but watching Addie and Brynlee throw a frisbee back and forth was a tender moment for me. I know they're just playing, but having the combination of Brynlee playing with Addie (who is 2 years younger), Addie sharing, and that they're actually playing TOGETHER made the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our trip was something to write home about and we're hoping we can make it up again soon. Thanks Nate and Erica!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6910592660375934431?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6910592660375934431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6910592660375934431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6910592660375934431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6910592660375934431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-sandusky.html' title='Hello Sandusky!!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/Se52HnlwiFI/AAAAAAAABDs/93ZFqEDcXNQ/s72-c/DSC_5802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7881492845315975228</id><published>2009-04-21T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:22:31.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sigh of RELIEF</title><content type='html'>This past month, it seems like everything that can go wrong, went wrong. Well, not exactly but we did have a couple problems that put a damper on day(s).&lt;div&gt;First, my phone. The screen decided to sport a bright white screen instead of the usual screen. Not a big deal, just a phone right? Without that phone I can't make any calls unless I have their number memorized- and who memorizes number anymore? I have my childhood friend's number memorized, it was before we all had cell phones and we had to dial each number (remember those days?). But since it was their home number it doesn't do me a lot of good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First sigh of relief- we bought a phone off ebay - a nokia phone that I can't wait to get rid of. I just have to build my contacts back up (what's your number?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second problem, (this is in order as the problems happened), our car. To make a long story short, Marc's '93 civic, or in his words his race car, needs a new engine. This friday it'll be the three week mark since we've had this problem. So, if I want a car I get to be Marc's taxi for the day, with no pay. Since some of his days start early enough I consider it still night time, I choose no car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sigh of relief yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third and final problem, have you ever had your wallet stolen? Well, that sounds a lot better than telling the credit card companies, I'm an idiot and lost it. This past week (the only day I had the car) I made a day out of it and went to a couple stores. I put the grocery store off till the end and went to Target, paid for my items, put my receipt and card back in my wallet and went to a different store. I went to a home store, just looked and left to go get groceries.  I went to the first grocery store and 3 things in my cart, including a box of opened nilla wafers (addie was having a day). I went to pay and my wallet wasn't there. No big deal, I just left it in the car. I run out to the car searching franticly everywhere only to come up with empty hands. Ok, time to retrace my steps. To make a long story short I went from store to store two times EACH (including the parking lot) giving the store my name and number. After two hours of searching, I come to the fact that some punk saw it and thought they could spend a couple dollars that didn't belong to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, Marc was so helpful. He made a list of all my cards and helped me call the companies to cancel and reorder new ones. (oh and we went back to the grocery store and paid for the open nilla wafers, after they thought I was a ditcher and put it in the "put back" box)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh of relief - ACTUALLY a BIG sigh. Two days post losing wallet, we went to Target to get Addie some shoes and we thought we'd just check. THEY HAD IT!!! I couldn't tell you how relieved I was. It made me scratch my head wondering how long it took the guy to throw out my name and number, but I don't care - I HAVE  MY WALLET!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just praying for one more sigh of relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7881492845315975228?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7881492845315975228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7881492845315975228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7881492845315975228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7881492845315975228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh-of-relief.html' title='A sigh of RELIEF'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-8745640412502575698</id><published>2009-04-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:55:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All done with the wrist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiRXTt59cI/AAAAAAAABDU/OqWnbZzY8FA/s1600-h/DSC_2048.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiRXTt59cI/AAAAAAAABDU/OqWnbZzY8FA/s320/DSC_2048.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325666388981446082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;In a previous post I talked about Addie sucking her wrist and how ironic it is because I use to suck my wrist too. I kept sucking my wrist till my parents bribed me with a dress- and I have a vague memory of that day (SAD, I know). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Addie has actually stopped on her own, I guess not really stopped. She went from sucking her wrist to sucking her hand, then to sucking her tongue while holding her wrist next to her mouth. She did that for a couple months, but now has dropped the arm and just sucks on her tongue. I guess there wont be any bribing for Addie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiPeZNeTEI/AAAAAAAABDE/MnbCMuYbMfc/s1600-h/DSC_5773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiPeZNeTEI/AAAAAAAABDE/MnbCMuYbMfc/s320/DSC_5773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325664311691856962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8745640412502575698?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8745640412502575698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8745640412502575698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8745640412502575698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8745640412502575698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-done-with-wrist.html' title='All done with the wrist'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiRXTt59cI/AAAAAAAABDU/OqWnbZzY8FA/s72-c/DSC_2048.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5164452105022210296</id><published>2009-04-17T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:15:11.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy Please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been talking to Addie about being a big girl. I thought if she wants to be a big girl than transitioning to a toddler bed and potty training wouldn't be so bad. Well, we moved her to a big girls bed, which is going better than I expected. But I think we're at a stand still with potty training. I must first mention that we are not pushing this on her at all. We got her a potty and I've read potty books to her - which is pretty much where we are today. The only worry I have is whenever she needs to "go", meaning not a tinkle, she doesn't like to be around anyone. She goes to her room and shuts her door. If I go in there or talk to her through the door she yells "NO MOMMY".  So I'm wondering if this privacy issue will turn into a big potty problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5164452105022210296?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5164452105022210296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5164452105022210296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5164452105022210296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5164452105022210296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/privacy-please.html' title='Privacy Please!!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-258624658158408826</id><published>2009-04-17T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:31:10.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway link</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiDjRAsLfI/AAAAAAAABC8/57f7HaW7o3I/s1600-h/F12223_886lrb.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiDjRAsLfI/AAAAAAAABC8/57f7HaW7o3I/s320/F12223_886lrb.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325651201250569714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sucker for give-aways! seriously. Here is one that when I saw it I thought of my brother getting married. It's a giveaway for $100 towards wedding announcements - and if you're already married you can pass it on to someone else. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://makeitandloveit.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-giveaway.html"&gt;Make it and love it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The website itself I love. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(it ends tonight- so hurry and enter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-258624658158408826?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/258624658158408826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=258624658158408826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/258624658158408826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/258624658158408826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/giveaway-link.html' title='Giveaway link'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeiDjRAsLfI/AAAAAAAABC8/57f7HaW7o3I/s72-c/F12223_886lrb.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5774853396750038137</id><published>2009-04-16T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:29:38.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue or Pink?</title><content type='html'>Will Addie be a big sister to a brother or a sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while we've been thinking we'd have a boy next. The fact that boys are dominate on both sides of our family might have influenced our thinking. Also, I've been carrying pretty low- so the old wives tale also played a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, were we right? Are we going to be able to use the boy names we've talked about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't. The doc saw hamburger and he is 80% sure it's a girl. He wants to do another ultra sound in a couple weeks just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;So baby girl number two on her way!! We are so excited and can't wait for her to join our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and the doc told me that I'm carrying so low because it's my second)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5774853396750038137?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5774853396750038137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5774853396750038137' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5774853396750038137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5774853396750038137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-or-pink.html' title='Blue or Pink?'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-9133577961658150428</id><published>2009-04-16T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:22:43.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter after-math</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeciwNJqHcI/AAAAAAAABCs/stre-m0oT_Q/s320/DSC_5766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325263295948135874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was planning on allowing Addie two eggs per day, but a couple hours after the Easter Bunny came, I thought Addie was with Marc and he thought Addie was with me. Well, Addie was by herself munching on the candy. When I first found her she was lying next to the pile of opened eggs, that poor girl had to have had a stomach ache.&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/2641087433938431254-9133577961658150428?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9133577961658150428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=9133577961658150428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/9133577961658150428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/9133577961658150428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-after-math.html' title='Easter after-math'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeciwNJqHcI/AAAAAAAABCs/stre-m0oT_Q/s72-c/DSC_5766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-6255133507628350841</id><published>2009-04-16T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:22:11.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SeciwNJqHcI/AAAAAAAABCs/stre-m0oT_Q/s1600-h/DSC_5766.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Musson's had a fun Easter this year. As Addie is getting older and her understanding is increasing, the activities become more enjoyable. Like an Easter Egg hunt: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecQzHbnJ0I/AAAAAAAABCc/PqWetIHodlA/s320/DSC_5743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325243554743134018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A family friend organized this event and although our noses were red and our fingers were cold,  it didn't seem to bother Addie finding eggs full of candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecQzf_fbDI/AAAAAAAABCk/Eb-Ur6-1tNc/s1600-h/DSC_5761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecQzf_fbDI/AAAAAAAABCk/Eb-Ur6-1tNc/s320/DSC_5761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325243561336073266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking her basket for a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Davis brought Addie an Easter basket. It was fun to watch her open her basket and get excited over each gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecQzHbnJ0I/AAAAAAAABCc/PqWetIHodlA/s1600-h/DSC_5743.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecQy4LPPZI/AAAAAAAABCU/Xmf_oUfJn48/s1600-h/DSC_5701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecQy4LPPZI/AAAAAAAABCU/Xmf_oUfJn48/s320/DSC_5701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325243550647926162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a video of Addie finding eggs and her Easter basket. The Easter Bunny came after church and naps. I don't think he can come that late next year, but I enjoyed the late visit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/Easter091.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-6255133507628350841?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6255133507628350841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=6255133507628350841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6255133507628350841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/6255133507628350841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecQzHbnJ0I/AAAAAAAABCc/PqWetIHodlA/s72-c/DSC_5743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2689586551925078521</id><published>2009-04-16T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:55:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our big helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or at least she thinks she is. Addie has always loved to help. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as she is in there doing what we're doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecMZn5LPXI/AAAAAAAABCM/Ming35zl2XU/s1600-h/DSC_5668.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecMZc7s7CI/AAAAAAAABCE/vpM0P_5eU9s/s1600-h/DSC_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecMZc7s7CI/AAAAAAAABCE/vpM0P_5eU9s/s320/DSC_2135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325238715791764514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(helping Marc wash salad, this was back in DM, so I'm guessing 13 monthsish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecMZn5LPXI/AAAAAAAABCM/Ming35zl2XU/s320/DSC_5668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325238718733958514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helping Dad with dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it doesn't matter what it is that we're doing, she needs to be in there doing it too. If I'm vacuuming- she's there with her stroller pushing right next to me. Dusting - she has to have a cloth and dust too. Making the bed- right there fluffing the comforter. Cooking - dumping the ingredients in. Bathroom- well, I admit I put a movie on so she's not trying to help me. Anything I need to do Addie replies "Addie too".  But I guess that's with anything, when I tell her daddy's at work, Addie's reply is "No, Addie work too". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm guessing she'll figure out that helping is not fun and it'll stop someday, but I'll enjoy the cuteness till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/Helper.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2689586551925078521?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2689586551925078521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2689586551925078521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2689586551925078521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2689586551925078521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-big-helper.html' title='Our big helper'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecMZc7s7CI/AAAAAAAABCE/vpM0P_5eU9s/s72-c/DSC_2135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3548706822114975579</id><published>2009-04-16T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:39:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's growing some hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dear sweet little Addie was basically born bald. I had to paste a bow on her head for over the first year of life so she would have that girl appearance.  It's sad to say that I can get pretty jealous when I see a newborn girl OR BOY with tons of hair. How do they have so much hair, Addie was still called a boy when we moved here. Ok, that was probably my fault - white shirt and no pants, I would done the same thing. But now, she can wear whatever color she wants and not get mistaken for a boy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Addie's hair really started to grow when she was 20months and then it was only a little strand and I could only manage a small clip. But now, we're to the point where:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; her hair is in her eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I have to comb her hair DAILY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; her mullet is looking like it belongs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm considering a trim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; and I've tried a side pony tail...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecAh2l2_gI/AAAAAAAABA8/71E3mcBIlGU/s320/DSC_5652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325225665978891778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That didn't last too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecAiPp5dWI/AAAAAAAABBE/yR5ikvkc-9o/s1600-h/DSC_5655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecAiPp5dWI/AAAAAAAABBE/yR5ikvkc-9o/s320/DSC_5655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325225672706717026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we tried a different approach ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecAiXEr1EI/AAAAAAAABBM/0_h-0fv41QI/s320/DSC_5660.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325225674698118210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;And it works! A lot easier on my part. And not as much hair loss when Addie rips it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecAimVVSDI/AAAAAAAABBU/PiZVxtJNbZk/s320/DSC_5684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325225678794475570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've TRIED other "styles"(which are limited), but I basically have to wrestle her to the ground with a tv show and a chocolate bribe only to come back to the bow. So until she wants me to do her hair, this is perfect for now.&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/2641087433938431254-3548706822114975579?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3548706822114975579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3548706822114975579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3548706822114975579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3548706822114975579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-whos-growing-some-hair.html' title='Look who&apos;s growing some hair'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SecAh2l2_gI/AAAAAAAABA8/71E3mcBIlGU/s72-c/DSC_5652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5801389388710012163</id><published>2009-03-30T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:38:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIzODQ*NTQ3OTYxNCZwdD*xMjM4NDQ1NDkzMjc3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*=.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/PopcornSong.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5801389388710012163?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5801389388710012163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5801389388710012163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5801389388710012163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5801389388710012163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/popcorn-song.html' title='Popcorn Song'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-71948565690638408</id><published>2009-03-30T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:24:10.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheels on the bus - Addie style</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODQ*NTQxNTMwMiZwdD*xMjM4NDQ1NDU3MTQ2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1kM2Q5OGNhMzEwMzk*OGVlOWNkMDRiNWNkZGRiMWQyNQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie has a love for songs and the wheels on the bus is a big hit. She wants to do all of the "parts" and so the rest of the song is pushed behind. Here is Addie and Grandpa singing the song, it looks like grandpa has a hard time keeping up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/Wheelsonthebus.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also. This is the first time her wheels get stuck, but now they get stuck quite often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-71948565690638408?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/71948565690638408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=71948565690638408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/71948565690638408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/71948565690638408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheels-on-bus.html' title='The wheels on the bus - Addie style'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-521104136470177673</id><published>2009-03-12T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:30:40.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being crafty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These projects have been on my to-do list for a couple months. I finished them about a week ago and I am LOVING THEM!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First off is the Crayon Roll-up. I found a tutorial online and made a few adjustments of my own. It turned out pretty darn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO9_i2aGI/AAAAAAAABAc/uKh8reXTdd8/s1600-h/DSC_5638.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO9_i2aGI/AAAAAAAABAc/uKh8reXTdd8/s320/DSC_5638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312364062396803170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all rolled up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO-DPKf-I/AAAAAAAABAk/8Rn-wPppZ4M/s320/DSC_5643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312364063387975650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO9cUl5nI/AAAAAAAABAU/ru13TU-NUs8/s1600-h/DSC_5637.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next project my friend, Kim, made for her little girl and I thought it was so stinking cute I had to make one as well. I made one for our bun in the oven and one for Addie. I didn't get a picture of the back, but what Kim does is they put a handprint on the back to watch their handprints grow too. Cute, huh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bun in the oven's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO9cUl5nI/AAAAAAAABAU/ru13TU-NUs8/s320/DSC_5637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312364052941760114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO9XeTk4I/AAAAAAAABAM/W_ElwoS8onY/s1600-h/DSC_5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO9XeTk4I/AAAAAAAABAM/W_ElwoS8onY/s320/DSC_5636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312364051640324994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close up of Addie's. I did have help from my cricut (thank goodness)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblQigX7fiI/AAAAAAAABA0/Om9ZcpDpuhg/s320/DSC_5636_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312365789196287522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a couple more projects that are in "the making" right now. I'll have to share once they're done. WHICH - does anyone know those tag blankets? I want to make one but I don't know what they use for the crinkly part in the middle... Anyone know?&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/2641087433938431254-521104136470177673?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/521104136470177673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=521104136470177673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/521104136470177673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/521104136470177673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-crafty.html' title='Being crafty'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SblO9_i2aGI/AAAAAAAABAc/uKh8reXTdd8/s72-c/DSC_5638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5094528677720260828</id><published>2009-03-10T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:48:02.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbZu4w5-A_I/AAAAAAAABAE/N0vb2rfo180/s1600-h/Photo+186.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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbZu4w5-A_I/AAAAAAAABAE/N0vb2rfo180/s320/Photo+186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311554732009849842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is my first belly shot. &lt;br /&gt;(for some reason, at the end of the day, I look like 3 weeks bigger. I bet it has something to do with the food intake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First movement:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was walking with Adrienne to the car from the gym and I was pushing against my stomach, telling her that I don't think I've felt the baby move yet, right then I felt a push back. There's not a lot about being pregnant that I too fond of, but feeling it move - oh that is one thing, hands down, that I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5094528677720260828?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5094528677720260828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5094528677720260828' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5094528677720260828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5094528677720260828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/16-weeks.html' title='16 weeks'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbZu4w5-A_I/AAAAAAAABAE/N0vb2rfo180/s72-c/Photo+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3358142512612821522</id><published>2009-03-08T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:00:16.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Addie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbReuHOA13I/AAAAAAAAA_s/i56KkCiNl28/s1600-h/DSC_5522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbReuHOA13I/AAAAAAAAA_s/i56KkCiNl28/s320/DSC_5522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310974006881474418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Addie has been a part of our family for two years now. It feels as though she's been with us for years and it's hard to remember what life was like without her. &lt;br /&gt;Marc and I love Addie to pieces and, oh, her personality is the cutest. Addie has such a kind heart, my favorite thing that she does now is when I get frustrated or I bang my knee or foot (or whatever) - or even when I'm felling down, she looks at me and ask "k mommy?" - That just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdq4Si5kI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jK6mVzESNpU/s1600-h/DSC_5483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdq4Si5kI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jK6mVzESNpU/s320/DSC_5483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310972851822716482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Adalynn and Lennix were the cutest with these balloons - I wish their giggles were included with the picture, oh, were they cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a cupcake party yesterday and invited a few friends for the celebration- I can't speak for everyone else but I had a fun time. And hearing Addie's excited squeals of joy with each of her friends arrival, I bet it's safe to say that she had a fun time too.&lt;br /&gt;Except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdpZTNi6I/AAAAAAAAA_E/x6TYw2mUfE4/s1600-h/DSC_5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdpZTNi6I/AAAAAAAAA_E/x6TYw2mUfE4/s320/DSC_5455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310972826324143010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sang happy birthday. It felt like her first birthday all over again. It must have scared her with everyone singing and all eyes on her because we weren't too far into the song before the tears were rolling.  I went to grab the video camera and right when I returned I saw Addie put her head down (like she was embarrassed), and a gasp came across everyone. The candle was still lit and  we saw an alternative way of "putting out the candle". So like good parents we relit the candle and had her try to blow it out- it probably traumatized her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdpkral5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/pAfcwmT4_Vg/s1600-h/DSC_5464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdpkral5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/pAfcwmT4_Vg/s320/DSC_5464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310972829378451346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tears she tasted the reward and, I bet in her mind, it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more round of tears for the birthday girl.  We decided to take her birthday present, that Grandma and Grandpa gave her, out for a spin. Addie was so excited about the bike but the helmet on the other hand- not so much. We were outside for no more than two minutes, I think the helmet needs some more adjusting. &lt;br /&gt;It's her party and she'll cry if she wants too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdrQKLYFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_zozjA-Vyww/s1600-h/DSC_5511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbRdrQKLYFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_zozjA-Vyww/s320/DSC_5511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310972858230071378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Marc and I were asked what stage of Addie's life we have enjoyed the most and we both agreed that we are loving the stage she is now. Yes, there are days when I just want to sell her because she is being so naughty, but there are other times when she gives us a random kiss, say "wuv you", her "k mommy?", her run to us with her big open arms and huge smile on her face  that makes it all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;We love our Addie Kay!! Happy Birthday Turtle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbReunW6tsI/AAAAAAAAA_0/DoLKAYPaR7w/s1600-h/SNB10461.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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbReunW6tsI/AAAAAAAAA_0/DoLKAYPaR7w/s320/SNB10461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310974015508756162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3358142512612821522?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3358142512612821522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3358142512612821522' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3358142512612821522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3358142512612821522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-addie.html' title='Happy Birthday Addie!!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbReuHOA13I/AAAAAAAAA_s/i56KkCiNl28/s72-c/DSC_5522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7944404870626376172</id><published>2009-03-05T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:43:04.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sticky dough</title><content type='html'>I wish this post was about beautiful sticky buns that I made and I was showing off the dough, but sadly it's going another direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbAcLDFM-9I/AAAAAAAAA-8/1Utg62FinZw/s1600-h/DSC_5443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbAcLDFM-9I/AAAAAAAAA-8/1Utg62FinZw/s320/DSC_5443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309774936801082322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual picture of my attempt of play dough above. Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to do new things with Addie while we're cooped up in the apartment. It sounds like we're going to have a beautiful weekend in the 60's so we'll get to do outdoor things, YAY!! BUT back to my disaster, the other day I tried making playdough. It should be easy enough, just follow the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after it was done it turned out great. I put food coloring in it and put them in plastic bags. Later that day I got them out for Addie to play with and quickly put them back in once I felt how sticky they turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in search of a recipe of play dough that doesn't make the dough sticky? Or was it because I put them in plastic bags? Recipes? Suggestions? Or any ideas to keep a two year old occupied inside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7944404870626376172?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7944404870626376172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7944404870626376172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7944404870626376172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7944404870626376172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/sticky-dough.html' title='sticky dough'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SbAcLDFM-9I/AAAAAAAAA-8/1Utg62FinZw/s72-c/DSC_5443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-3242226967268224532</id><published>2009-03-01T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:56:14.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did I put those darn hot dogs?</title><content type='html'>This past Friday Addie had a hot dog for lunch, which she practically inhaled, and then asked for more. I went to the fridge to get another and I could not find where I put them. Alright, I closed the fridge, took a breath and went back in to search. The second time I came up empty handed again. I checked the counter to see if "I thought" I put them away. Nope, not there either. I opened the fridge for the third time and I still couldn't find any trace of a hot dog. So now, frustration is starting to kick in and I decided that these stupid hot dogs are simply not worth it and hoped that more pretzels would suffice. To my luck, Addie didn't mind and started chomping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, after I forgot all about the hot dogs, yesterday Marc was getting some lunch ready and asked "why are the hot dogs in the cupboard?". Ah-ha! that's where they went!!The cupboard!!! Wait, the cupboard? Seriously? I don't remember putting them there. The only explanation I could come up with was this must have to do something with being pregnant, thankgoodness I'm pregnant or I wouldn't have had anything else to blame it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-3242226967268224532?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3242226967268224532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=3242226967268224532' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3242226967268224532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/3242226967268224532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-i-put-those-darn-hot-dogs.html' title='Where did I put those darn hot dogs?'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2750105330542593717</id><published>2009-02-22T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:57:24.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway</title><content type='html'>You have to check out our friend, Kylies, &lt;a href="http://simplyluluboutique.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-02-17T22%3A33%3A00-07%3A00&amp;max-results=1"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's a giveaway for a chance to win one of these puppies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SaIOqpbUIxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/e7WTHSiiV7Y/s1600-h/IMG_8748.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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SaIOqpbUIxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/e7WTHSiiV7Y/s320/IMG_8748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819436833579794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND a $40 gift card to OLIVE GARDEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  you really need to check out her products, they're darling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't procrastinate - it ends Feb 28th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2750105330542593717?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2750105330542593717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2750105330542593717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2750105330542593717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2750105330542593717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SaIOqpbUIxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/e7WTHSiiV7Y/s72-c/IMG_8748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7977480365176180045</id><published>2009-02-08T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:33:11.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Musson Addition - coming soon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/BigSister-1.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie is going to be a big sister in August. I don't know how she'll take it since Marc or myself can't hold another child without Addie throwing a fit. She has a bit of a jealousy issue and we're hoping it's just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Doc on Thursday and everything is looking good. I'm finally past the gross nauseating morning sickness. I'm even happier to say that no one will be moving my due date (they pushed me back two weeks with Addie - which you should NEVER, EVER do to a pregnant woman) so the due date is August 22nd. Which puts me at 12 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are grateful and very happy to be expanding our little family. I don't know if August will come soon enough!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7977480365176180045?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7977480365176180045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7977480365176180045' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7977480365176180045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7977480365176180045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-musson-addition-coming-soon.html' title='2009 Musson Addition - coming soon!!!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8517051339704495688</id><published>2009-02-08T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:10:17.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing the night away (continued)</title><content type='html'>So way back when I did the Dancing the night away, I had pictures and I said I'd get a movie up soon. Well, I was wanting to get it up within a week or even that month and I'm afraid I'm 2 or 3 months late. But it's still cute to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid260.photobucket.com/albums/ii38/lauraleemusson/Addiedancing.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8517051339704495688?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8517051339704495688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8517051339704495688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8517051339704495688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8517051339704495688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing-night-away-continued.html' title='Dancing the night away (continued)'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2641087433938431254.post-7425919656917623938</id><published>2009-02-03T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:13:11.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie cracks me up.</title><content type='html'>This happened last week while she was eating her breakfast. I couldn't help but to laugh and grab the camera. I think she'll be proud of this picture when she's 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYhCPoS6f4I/AAAAAAAAA-U/25x75JtMUf0/s1600-h/DSC_5224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYhCPoS6f4I/AAAAAAAAA-U/25x75JtMUf0/s320/DSC_5224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298557797883608962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYhCQaLdNII/AAAAAAAAA-k/GsB44hK77fc/s1600-h/DSC_5227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYhCQaLdNII/AAAAAAAAA-k/GsB44hK77fc/s320/DSC_5227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298557811274101890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7425919656917623938?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7425919656917623938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7425919656917623938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7425919656917623938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7425919656917623938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/addie-cracks-me-up.html' title='Addie cracks me up.'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYhCPoS6f4I/AAAAAAAAA-U/25x75JtMUf0/s72-c/DSC_5224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-7924260970953437949</id><published>2009-02-01T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:42:00.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is following me? And why wont it stop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZOsMqjq7I/AAAAAAAAA98/mwBKbb3nw_g/s1600-h/DSC_5219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZOsMqjq7I/AAAAAAAAA98/mwBKbb3nw_g/s320/DSC_5219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298008532868901810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weren't Addie's words, of course, but I'm sure this is what she was thinking. A week or so ago, after dinner, Addie discovered her shadow. In the picture (she has pants on, so at least one part is covered) she looks like she is fine with it, but in reality she was not ok with her shadow. She kept trying to run from it and got mad and frustrated when she couldn't get rid of it. She was so scared but Marc and I couldn't stop laughing. Addie does give us the best giggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-7924260970953437949?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7924260970953437949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=7924260970953437949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7924260970953437949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/7924260970953437949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-following-me-and-why-wont-it.html' title='What is following me? And why wont it stop?'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZOsMqjq7I/AAAAAAAAA98/mwBKbb3nw_g/s72-c/DSC_5219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2617887612314586254</id><published>2009-02-01T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:18:55.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan and Sarah Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFvPzU3SI/AAAAAAAAA80/lNyg3xhIvYs/s1600-h/DSC_4978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFvPzU3SI/AAAAAAAAA80/lNyg3xhIvYs/s320/DSC_4978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297998689645944098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we were all in Idaho Falls, in December, was to be there for Ryan and Sarah's wedding.  They were married on December 30th in the Idaho Falls Temple in-which they were married for time and all eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFvpB38uI/AAAAAAAAA88/GppgonnPkow/s1600-h/DSC_4991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFvpB38uI/AAAAAAAAA88/GppgonnPkow/s320/DSC_4991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297998696417850082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him come home from his mission, being the student body president at BYU-Idaho, graduating in construction management and having a career are all proud moments for a sister. But I don't think I've ever been more proud than seeing him take Sarah to the temple and being married to such an incredible woman. I'm hoping seeing him be a dad will top it off and I hope soon.... :) &lt;br /&gt;But I was honored to be apart of the memories and to be there to witness such a joyous event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFsjjn0gI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SbsU2A06cVY/s1600-h/DSC_4944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFsjjn0gI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SbsU2A06cVY/s320/DSC_4944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297998643409179138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFwk_l0gI/AAAAAAAAA9E/m4JQKKcCAhA/s1600-h/DSC_5030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFwk_l0gI/AAAAAAAAA9E/m4JQKKcCAhA/s320/DSC_5030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297998712514400770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZJFv87rqI/AAAAAAAAA9k/xKJ-iLfbRe0/s1600-h/DSC_5099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZJFv87rqI/AAAAAAAAA9k/xKJ-iLfbRe0/s320/DSC_5099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298002374768176802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZGEjD8QLI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Bj8uJrlu6JM/s1600-h/DSC_5169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZGEjD8QLI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Bj8uJrlu6JM/s320/DSC_5169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297999055593160882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two receptions, an open house and a honeymoon to New York they are living the married life and it sounds like they're loving every minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2617887612314586254?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2617887612314586254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2617887612314586254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2617887612314586254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2617887612314586254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/ryan-and-sarah-davis.html' title='Ryan and Sarah Davis'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYZFvPzU3SI/AAAAAAAAA80/lNyg3xhIvYs/s72-c/DSC_4978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-8744690333254094008</id><published>2009-01-29T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:38:51.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Falls</title><content type='html'>After our trip to California Marc went back to Columbus to start up rotations (he only got a week off this year) and Addie and myself were off to Idaho Falls for my brother's wedding. When we arrived I started making my list of things I wanted to do in IF. They were:&lt;br /&gt;- Reeds Dairy Chocolate Milk. it is, in my opinion, the best chocolate milk known to man. My cousin, Annie, then showed me    the light of Reeds Dairy Ice Cream. Heaven... I'm in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Down East Outfitters clothing. Yep, it was time to stock up. They now have a home store in IF (I was willing to travel to Rexburg for their shirts). I went with my future sister-in-law, Jenn, and we would have bought the store if we had room to bring it home... oh, and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Idaho Falls Pediatricss. I use to work there and I got to see some of my old co-workers. I was surprised to see a sign, that I had made, still up and the employees still using it. The people that work in that office definitely has a place in my heart. I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bajio's. Maybe someday while visiting Utah I can go experience Cafe Rio. But Bajio's green chile quesadilla is, in my opinion, the bomb diggaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wingers. Ok, so Wingers wasn't on my initial list but was quickly added when I saw the restaurant and my mouth was immediately watering for their sticky fingers... yummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get everything on my list checked off. So I went home with not as many wishicouldhavewouldhaves. The only thing I would have changed was to bring my phone so I could have met up with some friends. It also didn't help that I was without a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make a side note that my brother's are the best uncles a mom could ask for (I also want to include Sarah and Jenn in there too). And during this trip Addie was spoiled with love, play time and attention. She loves them and asks about them all. And, Michael, I mean Elder Davis - if you get a chance to read this, she still remembers you and asks about you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS BINGO - (we did one in Ohio with some friends, which I'm sad to say I don't have any pictures (I have been slacking with that camera) and we did in Idaho with family) &lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of my favorite traditions we do in my family. You are guaranteed with laughs! It also makes you believe that a $5 cutting board is the most important thing in the world and you don't know how you lived without an egg slicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY6xFyPLYI/AAAAAAAAA78/N5lnxQh5PQY/s1600-h/DSC_4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY6xFyPLYI/AAAAAAAAA78/N5lnxQh5PQY/s320/DSC_4903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297986626688855426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of bingo players.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY8PME1tBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/VpfVUFKJZXc/s1600-h/DSC_4902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY8PME1tBI/AAAAAAAAA8k/VpfVUFKJZXc/s320/DSC_4902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297988243285193746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanner winning purse #2!! Darn cute Ogio purses. Both were quickly stolen after their appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY8O4hkyJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/53BhbhD_YKg/s1600-h/DSC_4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY8O4hkyJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/53BhbhD_YKg/s320/DSC_4898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297988238037010578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy holding her fabulous High School Musical Lunch Box, Wait, I mean holding Annie's High School Musical lunchbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY7lHX22MI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1V6WqHIForA/s1600-h/DSC_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY7lHX22MI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1V6WqHIForA/s320/DSC_4905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297987520468277442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis picture of Ryan sums up the last bingo round. You have all of these items on your list that you want and need, but you can only pick one... Decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had celebrated my dad's birthday on the 29th. He has enjoyed the age of 31 he's been celebrating it for 20 years now. Happy 31st birthday! That joke never gets old dad... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY6xeB1ZBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ZDRbNVSX6yI/s1600-h/DSC_4909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY6xeB1ZBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ZDRbNVSX6yI/s320/DSC_4909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297986633196725266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and his birthday chocolate trifle cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY6xunLzpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2ojVmGUsVf0/s1600-h/DSC_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY6xunLzpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2ojVmGUsVf0/s320/DSC_4912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297986637648350866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the grandpa cards of feeding his grandchild sweets and then handing them back to her parents. He has this role down to a "T".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason we went to Idaho was for my brother's wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-8744690333254094008?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8744690333254094008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=8744690333254094008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8744690333254094008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/8744690333254094008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/idaho-falls.html' title='Idaho Falls'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYY6xFyPLYI/AAAAAAAAA78/N5lnxQh5PQY/s72-c/DSC_4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5839061051010601370</id><published>2009-01-29T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:07:09.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In California</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that we didn't take one picture during our trip to California.. we didn't even unpack our camera- talk about Scrooge. But thanks to facebook I stole some that Matt took. Which I'm not going to complain because Matt is so talented in photography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIK45R2b-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/ell2wlbvAhU/s1600-h/n573965281_5290644_4160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIK45R2b-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/ell2wlbvAhU/s320/n573965281_5290644_4160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296808084305768418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie with papa (I think). We didn't see much of Addie during Christmas. SHe spent all of her time running around playing  with her cousins and stealing toys from her cousin Isaac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIKiKhcqBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/X2V4sirXOg8/s1600-h/n573965281_5290642_3550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIKiKhcqBI/AAAAAAAAA7c/X2V4sirXOg8/s320/n573965281_5290642_3550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296807693797599250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the Musson's get together the guys go on a guy trip, a guy outing or something to fulfill their manliness desires. This time it was a quick trip up a mountain more like a path but with a beautiful view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls did have a night out-meaning a couple hours- and it seems like that's the case everytime (the men get a big outing and the girls get a couple hours). One day we'll swap with the men and we'll take the couple days to a spa and then men can take a movie night. &lt;br /&gt;But that's what the girls did, we saw Marley and Me. It was such a good movie and  I'm not a dog person whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIKhfVwVbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/go0JCYt29Zc/s1600-h/n573965281_5290629_220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIKhfVwVbI/AAAAAAAAA7E/go0JCYt29Zc/s320/n573965281_5290629_220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296807682205832626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIKshCZSkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/N8tdB3go5OU/s1600-h/n573965281_5290645_4460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIKshCZSkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/N8tdB3go5OU/s320/n573965281_5290645_4460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296807871640062530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a beach and had a campfire. When we first arrived the weather wasn't so nice with rain and a cold breeze, but after a bit the rain stopped and we were all nice and warm by the fire. It's safe to say that that has been the only Christmas vacation I've been on a beach. The next time I hope it's in a swimsuit with nice 90 degree weather. I can dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tagged along with Dawn's family to go see Jared's family and their fun Christmas festivities. The Coopers are a hoot and we had a lot of fun talking, eating and their traditional games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to spend Christmas in California with the Musson's. We were sad that we only got to spend a couple days with Marc's parents (due to a winter wonderland in Vancouver) but it was worth it. I feel so blessed to have married into such an amazing family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5839061051010601370?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5839061051010601370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5839061051010601370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5839061051010601370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5839061051010601370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-in-california.html' title='Christmas In California'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIK45R2b-I/AAAAAAAAA7s/ell2wlbvAhU/s72-c/n573965281_5290644_4160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-5395237768789835341</id><published>2009-01-27T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:53:20.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does Addie always ask for Aunt Missy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIIUi_AWAI/AAAAAAAAA60/sWQnKBzA6f4/s1600-h/DSC_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIIUi_AWAI/AAAAAAAAA60/sWQnKBzA6f4/s320/DSC_4879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296805260822599682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIIULafuSI/AAAAAAAAA6s/WS3FJ4vanGc/s1600-h/DSC_4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIIULafuSI/AAAAAAAAA6s/WS3FJ4vanGc/s320/DSC_4883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296805254495451426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would too, if the beater was given to me. I also have to add Missy's cute dogs to the mix. I wish I had a picture of Addie giggling and squealing with her dogs. &lt;br /&gt;But Addie has a list of people she asks about almost everyday. We sit on the couch and she names people off and I tell her where they are. The question is, is your name among the mix? Missy's sure is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-5395237768789835341?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5395237768789835341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=5395237768789835341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5395237768789835341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/5395237768789835341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-does-addie-always-ask-for-aunt.html' title='Why does Addie always ask for Aunt Missy?'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_9CE5g5X4v2A/SYIIUi_AWAI/AAAAAAAAA60/sWQnKBzA6f4/s72-c/DSC_4879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-4562570463086790281</id><published>2009-01-07T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:26:01.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deported? Not this time!</title><content type='html'>The beginning of December we fumbled upon a little detail that had us going from Canada for Christmas this year to all of Marc's family (minus Mike and Linda) to California. &lt;br /&gt;I knew Marc's green card was going to expire soon and that it was important to get it renewed. I kept giving Marc gentle reminders so we could avoid an unnecessary mess. When we finally checked the card's expiration date - it was in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc quickly found out what he needed to do to apply late, we ran around that day and finally sent the package off. Marc still had his hopes up that in a week they would look at his paperwork and send us a letter in the mail of approval. The days to our take off were becoming slim, and the worrying was starting. We FINALLy received a letter in the mail. I opened it quickly with great anticipation only to find out that we didn't send the correct amount of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We send the correct  amount and at this point my hopes are shot and I knew Canada was out of the question. Marc, on the other hand was more hopeful, thinking there was a chance it could still come before we leave. We finally weighed our options with his family and the decision was made we're all going to California. (a post about Christmas - coming soon or maybe a couple days/weeks)&lt;br /&gt;Marc was talking to a friend that we knew in Des Moines, who does this for a living, and to my surprise not going to Canada for Christmas was the least of my worries.(correct me if I'm wrong) We found out that, because of filing late, Marc could have been deported back to Canada if his letter explaining why he was filing late was denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it did not come to this and he had his letter by the time he got back to Columbus. So we didn't have to mess with any appeals or deporting. PHEW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-4562570463086790281?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4562570463086790281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=4562570463086790281' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4562570463086790281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/4562570463086790281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/deported-not-this-time.html' title='Deported? Not this time!'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2641087433938431254.post-2859451807819057519</id><published>2008-12-26T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:01:07.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling disconnected</title><content type='html'>Here we are, day 5, here in beautiful california celebrating Christmas with Marc's family. The weather is my kind of weather, it's in the 50's and today it's sunny - Merry Christmas to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;We left early early sunday morning and i forgot my phone in the car. nice. SO here I am without a phone and feeling disconnected from the world. It's been nice just spending time with family and not worrying about my phone, but holy cow - do I depend on that little device! I only have two more weeks of being phoneless and the countdown to be available continues. &lt;br /&gt;So if anyone needs to get a hold of me, call Marc. It's my number but change the last number to an 4. Marc will be flying home Sunday and i'll be on my way to Idaho to spend some glorious and well needed time with the davis side (I also get a sister-in-law then :) ) so i think I'll just take marc's phone with me. It's not the same but at least I can call other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2641087433938431254-2859451807819057519?l=mussonfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2859451807819057519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2641087433938431254&amp;postID=2859451807819057519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2859451807819057519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2641087433938431254/posts/default/2859451807819057519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mussonfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-disconnected.html' title='feeling disconnected'/><author><name>musson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06438579787360075286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
