<?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-3027021086230623122</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:51:34.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of the Nelson family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-4797049757457637021</id><published>2010-04-21T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:54:02.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The VAMPIRE Child</title><content type='html'>Today Dakota was wrestling with the boys and one of them cut him on the side of his face with their finger nail (its only a scratch).  Dakota was lying on the love sac and Bella was walking by and noticed that he had an awey. She walked over to him and stood there for a few minutes looking at it, So Dakota just laid there to let her examine it. Then all the sudden she held his head down with one hand and with the other hand held out a little finger and touched his cut then put her finger in her mouth! YA Disgusting!!! She is a Vampire child!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-4797049757457637021?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4797049757457637021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/04/vampire-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/4797049757457637021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/4797049757457637021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/04/vampire-child.html' title='The VAMPIRE Child'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3027021086230623122.post-2784893497020767494</id><published>2010-04-21T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:17:44.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Scare!</title><content type='html'>I guess since it has been over a month now I am able to tell this story. I was too emotional for me to even write about it but now that I have had another doctors appointment and I know my baby boy is ok, I'm ok. So about a month ago I went to my baby appointment and I felt fine, everything was going well. When the doctor came into  the room to listen to the heart beat, there was none. I thought to myself its going to be ok, but I couldn't help but to bust into tears...not knowing what was going on. We went into the other room and looked at the heart on an ultrasound machine and the little heart was barley moving. The only thing I could think of at the time was, at least its still moving, but still crying. We watched it for awhile and it wouldn't pick up the past. Thank goodness my older sister was there to hold my hand through all this...and also it was a blessing having her kids home watching mine. It would have been too hard to handle by myself and even harder with 3 more kids on top of the bad news. We were sent to the hospital to see a ultrasound professional. She worked on me for about an hour and the heart picked up and he was moving and seemed like nothing was wrong. I was so happy but still really scared...and so was my doctor. Dakota showed up to hear that he was having another boy (from my older sister) and that he seemed to be doing fine. We all wanted to find out why this happened and if it was going to happen again or if this was going to be a problem. My doctor set up to go see a high risk ultrasound professional/heart specialist a few days later and once again everything looked fine then too.. I, of course, had to go see my doctor the next day just to hear the heart beating and it was normal. I was so happy, but still worried. But now that it has been a month and I feel him moving all the time and went to the doctor again and everything seems to be doing great, I am less worried. So here we go...over half way done and cant wait to meet the little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-2784893497020767494?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/2784893497020767494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-scare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/2784893497020767494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/2784893497020767494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-scare.html' title='Baby Scare!'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3027021086230623122.post-5467666952677744631</id><published>2010-03-25T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:14:57.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eternal Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S6uXngAEWkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xzA3Q8y2MLk/s1600/NIobe+Primary+Pics+%2882+of+92%29-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S6uXngAEWkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xzA3Q8y2MLk/s400/NIobe+Primary+Pics+%2882+of+92%29-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452618478723029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Christmas our primary in our ward put these fun things together for each child. They were wooden picture holders with "My Eternal Family" on the front of it. And then they took a picture of each family and printed it off to put into the picture holder. I thought that was suck a wonderful idea for the children to know that we are an Eternal Family and they are reminded everyday when they look at it. Ammon of course put the picture up right away. I took Micaiah's and placed it in our living room by the table, not only to remind the children but for me too. I love my family so much and I am so happy we are an eternal family. I get to keep them forever and ever. I can't imagine what my life would be like with out the Eternal Plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-5467666952677744631?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/5467666952677744631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-eternal-family_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/5467666952677744631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/5467666952677744631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-eternal-family_25.html' title='My Eternal Family'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S6uXngAEWkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xzA3Q8y2MLk/s72-c/NIobe+Primary+Pics+%2882+of+92%29-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-3721051839351680768</id><published>2010-03-23T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:55:43.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister's</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion that nothing compares to sisterhood! Having two  sisters, one younger and one older, I could never ask for anything more! My younger sister is an amazing, fun spirited, free loving individual. She is fun to be around, she always make's a situation brighter. She is fun to listen to when she has boy problems and even girl problems, it reminds me of why I love being married so much!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S88ftVlQLHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/i1Fq7OrbxPI/s1600/042110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S88ftVlQLHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/i1Fq7OrbxPI/s320/042110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462619736771669106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S88eGuk1i1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UiW0hLpf6Fs/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My older sister has one of the biggest hearts I have ever met. She is so caring and understanding. She gives all that she has to make you feel loved and comfortable. I can talk to her about anything and she does not judge me or anyone else.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S88fQNpRWZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BVQEqj_qqfw/s1600/032910_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S88fQNpRWZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BVQEqj_qqfw/s320/032910_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462619236424833426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S88eHIaDHiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/I9aIEJ1CS_E/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having the advantage of being in the middle, I get to experience being a little sister and a big sister. I get the best of both worlds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-3721051839351680768?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/3721051839351680768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/3721051839351680768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/3721051839351680768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisters.html' title='Sister&apos;s'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S88ftVlQLHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/i1Fq7OrbxPI/s72-c/042110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-8906269722070744758</id><published>2010-03-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:55:19.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushy pushy!</title><content type='html'>This last Sunday we were sitting in sacrament meeting and Bella and Micaiah were sitting on the same side together, next to Dakota. Micaiah was sitting on the outside of the bench and Bella was on the inside next to the back rest of the bench. Bella was pushing Micaiah, and he was getting really mad at her. He turned around and looked at her and yelled, "Don't Push me Bella!" She pushed him even harder and off the bench he went. He cried a little, but then he got to sit on daddy's lap! It was actually one of the funniest things I have seen her do to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-8906269722070744758?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/8906269722070744758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/pushy-pushy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/8906269722070744758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/8906269722070744758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/pushy-pushy.html' title='Pushy pushy!'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3027021086230623122.post-432618477440638117</id><published>2010-03-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:58:59.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate dot</title><content type='html'>My little Micaiah was putting on his pants the other day and found a freckle on the side of his bum. He ran to me and said "look mommy a chocolate dot!" I laughed so hard. So later that day when Dakota came home he took off his pants to show daddy his chocolate dot! Dakota told him he got that from eating so much chocolate. Because to tell you the truth Micaiah eats only chocolate...chocolate milk, chocolate muffins, chocolate pancakes...yep that is how I get my son to eat anything any more. So Micaiah came up with a wonderful idea, "I want to eat my chocolate dot!" Dakota told him he was not able to, it was part of his body and he cried and cried. So every day since then he say's "I want to eat my chocolate dot!" and he finds out he is not able to. We have to pull out some chocolate chips for him to feel somewhat satisfied without the chocolate dot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-432618477440638117?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/432618477440638117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate-dot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/432618477440638117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/432618477440638117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate-dot.html' title='Chocolate dot'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3027021086230623122.post-1184654817747797261</id><published>2010-03-11T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:29:50.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammon is a member</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kaVDjmAXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kEY11UmXnfw/s1600-h/dsc_0054_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kaVDjmAXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kEY11UmXnfw/s320/dsc_0054_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447414173315498354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It came and went so fast. But it happened, Ammon is a member of the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints!! He is so excited too. The next day when the bishop announced to everyone that he was the newest member of the ward he was so happy! Well, now he knows if he does anything bad he is held accountable for EVERYTHING! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kZPDdOhqI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vun9Ykrrhho/s1600-h/dsc_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kZPDdOhqI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vun9Ykrrhho/s200/dsc_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447412970697950882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a very nice baptism. Suzanne (mother-in-law) and Ana (sister-in-law) were able to come down from Seattle and spend a few days with us. It was a very nice visit, we had lots of fun. Grandma gave a talk about the Holy Ghost and I gave the talk about baptism. Ana sang Ammon's favorite song "Love one another", and she did a wonderful job. I enjoyed every minute of it.  My sister Summer and brother Ryan were there and a few other people from the ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kZPikdHKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TncADJdy-r0/s1600-h/dsc_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kZPikdHKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TncADJdy-r0/s200/dsc_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447412979049766050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But now with his new scriptures in hand, we have been reading every day together. And how wonderful it is to have scriptures in our life to help us and guide us. Its funny, I remember when I started reading the scriptures and the fun words you had to figure out the meaning of them and how to read them the right way so they mean what they are supposed to mean. Its fun just listening to him and then asking him what he got out of that scripture. Understanding comes with patients and lots of practice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kZP6ukjyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LhaoX0y8qak/s1600-h/dsc_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kZP6ukjyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LhaoX0y8qak/s200/dsc_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447412985534648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of Ammon. He loves the gospel so much and I pray it will stay that way for the rest of his life. He has such a strong testimony and he knows the church is true. He is a special one. After the interview with the bishop, the bishop came up to me and told me, "Ammon is very unique and very spiritual!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-1184654817747797261?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/1184654817747797261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/ammon-is-member.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/1184654817747797261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/1184654817747797261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/03/ammon-is-member.html' title='Ammon is a member'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kaVDjmAXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kEY11UmXnfw/s72-c/dsc_0054_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-4845364929833997883</id><published>2010-02-07T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:44:45.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kute Kids</title><content type='html'>Ammon will be turning 8 in two weeks. He will be getting baptized in 3 weeks! we are so excited for him. He is a very spiritual person who loves the gospel with all his heart. He helps me so much around the house and with his brother and sister. I don't know how I would do it without him some days! He does funny things too. Lately  he thinks its funny to trip his brother. It would be fine if his little brother was not 3. I understand boys have to be boys. But he can really hurt him being 5 years older then him.  But he plays nice too! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kdQJU316I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0OcG6LKJbl4/s1600-h/dsc_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kdQJU316I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0OcG6LKJbl4/s320/dsc_0372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447417387499902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Micaiah loves to stay up as late as he can. He comes out at least 3 times after putting him in bed. My favorites excuses are: "I need a drink", "I want to do something else", "Story time", "I'm hungry", or he will get up to go to the bathroom many times. One night Dakota could not sleep so he went out to play on the computer. At the time we had a kid tent up, Bella likes to play in it, Dakota looked over in that direction and saw a pair of eyes in the tent! I think it really scared him. two things went through his head! 1, this is really going to mess me up! 2, or is that Micaiah? and it was Micaiah. It was so funny when I came out to see them two eating carrots and dip and watching a movie together at 12:30. They are crazy! Son like father.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kbV4r3dEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/orTvCydVKjQ/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kbV4r3dEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/orTvCydVKjQ/s320/bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447415287088903234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabella is a doll! She is so much fun to have around. The funniest thing is that she can hold her own when it comes to Micaiah. Sometimes she can get into more trouble then he does. She goes up to him and hits him across the face, and then laughs! Its so hard not to laugh myself but I can't or she will keep doing it. She loves belly buttons. It drives me crazy because all she wants to do is put her little finger in there and play. Its just not the most pleasant thing. But she cries if you don't let her play. Sometimes the only way she will go to sleep is if she is playing with your belly button. It needs to stop!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kbKISx9LI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wOWi5dP9GLI/s1600-h/dsc_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kbKISx9LI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wOWi5dP9GLI/s320/dsc_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447415085120222386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my little kids and the fun things they do! I can't wait to add another one to the mix! Boy or girl? people ask me. But now that I have a girl I don't mind either way! A girl may be harder when Bella and her are fighting over the same boy or "why is she waring my clothes?" but either way it will be an adventure I'm willing to take! Like I always say "Bring it on!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-4845364929833997883?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4845364929833997883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/02/kute-kids.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/4845364929833997883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/4845364929833997883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/02/kute-kids.html' title='Kute Kids'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/S5kdQJU316I/AAAAAAAAAJA/0OcG6LKJbl4/s72-c/dsc_0372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-6776013857942058854</id><published>2010-01-20T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:11:24.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby!</title><content type='html'>Here we go! Number 4! Can I do it? I seem to ask myself every morning when I wake up. They always say once you have three you can have as many as you want. Well I guess it will be my turn to tell you if that is true or not. I have always wanted a big family and at a time in my life I thought I would only have one. So 4 is a miracle in so many ways. I am nervous only because we are not settled really, with just moving and still in an apartment and wanting a house so badly. I feel we have so much to do before this little one comes. It always bothered me when people would say when we have money, we will have children. And here I am saying something similar....They come when they are supposed to come right!?! I am so happy to have a little one on the way. That wonderful feeling you get when you bring your little baby home for the first time. The little spirit, the closeness you get with your husband and your family. How fun!!! August 21st is my due date. Having a Summer baby is odd to me since my other 3 were born in December, January and February! so this summer should be fun being all fat and HOT and sweaty and miserable. But that day I get to come home with that little one in my arms will be so worth every minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-6776013857942058854?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/6776013857942058854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-baby.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/6776013857942058854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/6776013857942058854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-baby.html' title='New Baby!'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3027021086230623122.post-8394600720323272168</id><published>2009-12-30T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:38:19.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flysantaclaus.com/graficos/side_santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 524px;" src="http://www.flysantaclaus.com/graficos/side_santa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son Ammon, who will be turning 8 this February, sure asked a lot of questions about Santa this year! It makes me sad to think this is probably the last year Santa will exist in his mind as a real person. I guess we all have to grow up at some time but still I was hoping around the age of 13 or 14 even. But he is too smart for his own good. I can't remember when I figured it all out and or how I felt. I just remember how I felt when I woke up to a lot of presents and didn't care who they came from. Here were some of his questions. "How come we have the same wrapping paper that Santa used last year?" (My bad). We were getting ready for bed and out of the blue he said, "I think Santa is our own parents." Dakota just looked at me and laughed, it does not matter much to Dakota as it does me, he figures he will figure it out sooner then later but still...few more years please! I like hiding and being sneaky with the gifts, trying to find good places to hid them without getting caught.  "If we are celebrating Jesus birthday then why does Santa give us gifts?" But the funnest one was when he said, "How does Santa watch us when we are sleeping? Its kind of creepy." So many questions, really funny questions and some I don't really know how to answer the correct way without lying or giving it away. I was not prepared for these questions so early. We will see what happens, maybe I'll get one more year!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-8394600720323272168?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/8394600720323272168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/8394600720323272168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/8394600720323272168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa.html' title='Santa???'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3027021086230623122.post-5494276079419481958</id><published>2009-12-16T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:59:23.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SylHPvM130I/AAAAAAAAAHE/82twp0KUShk/s1600-h/bellaonrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SylHPvM130I/AAAAAAAAAHE/82twp0KUShk/s400/bellaonrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415938362583670594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that care...I am so sorry for not writing in such a long time. I really didn't think it was a big deal until my sister-in-law called and said I can see you still have a cold. Well yes I do, but I have gotten better and then sick again a few times. But a lot has happened in the last few months of not writing so I will sum it up a bit. The latest news BELLA IS ONE! I just can't believe how time fly's so fast!  She has taken her first steps and it wont be long until she will be walking. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and a fun time with Dakota's dad. I love cooking that meal...I know crazy but its a fun challenge. We are all excited for Christmas, and now that Bella knows how to open gifts and realizes there is a toy under all that paper it will be fun this year. Micaiah knows Santa very very well. Every time there is a picture of him he yells SANTA MAMA SANTA! Its so cute. We still have to go visit the man but hopefully this weekend we will get there. It amazes me on how expensive things are. I don't know but when I had only one kid it was so much cheaper and it seems like we got a lot more for the money. Now we have three kids and everyone only gets a gift for the same price. Well it will be fun all in all! I will be out in Utah for Kylie's wedding to take their wedding pictures and I'm so excited for them! I sure miss my friends in Utah. I can't wait to spend some time with everyone. Well i guess that is it for now. I will be better on writing on my blog. I need to make it a priority and then it will happen. Thank you for reading and come back for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-5494276079419481958?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/5494276079419481958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/5494276079419481958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/5494276079419481958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SylHPvM130I/AAAAAAAAAHE/82twp0KUShk/s72-c/bellaonrock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-4636122081091939961</id><published>2009-09-03T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:11:11.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold</title><content type='html'>It is so interesting when one person comes home sick it circulates through the home and everyone else in the family has to get sick too. But they always say, "The best way to get rid of a cold is to give it to someone else." The only one that does not have this wonderful head cold is my husband...but this too shall get him.  My poor little Bella, its just so sad to see a baby with a runny nose and it tickles her! And she does not like it!! Micaiah woke up with the lovely crusties around the nose...you know the ones that hurt when you try to clean them off. He did not like me at this morning. Thank you to public school, something I look forward to every year "The Cold".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-4636122081091939961?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/4636122081091939961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/4636122081091939961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/4636122081091939961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold.html' title='The Cold'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3027021086230623122.post-8667350553325803097</id><published>2009-08-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:01:32.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd grade ALREADY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So4OA7TODkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9HWFxHLwETA/s1600-h/ammon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So4OA7TODkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9HWFxHLwETA/s400/ammon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372246814580674114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammon started school on Wednesday the 19th of august. Its so sad to say I'm old enough to have a second grader! I feel for those that have a senior in high school (Tisha, (my sister)).  He was so cute, we went clothes shopping couple of days before and he picked out everything he wanted to wear. That's when I realized my job was almost done. I get to guide him and teach him things to help him through his life. Things that can make him strong and knowledgeable, things to prepare him for the good times and the bad. This has opened my eyes to how much I need to learn for myself to be a good teacher. Because there will be a time that he will be on his way...all by himself. Only calling me when it's a dire situation. But I can't think about that now. I have to think of how cute he was his first day and how excited he was to go meet new friends. How when he came out of his class room you knew he had a good day. When he looked over at me with those bright eyes, with that "HI MOM" look too excited to tell me everything. All the words came out in a jumble. It was precious! I asked him "How was your day? He said "WONDERFUL!!  I love the first day of school!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-8667350553325803097?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/8667350553325803097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-grade-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/8667350553325803097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/8667350553325803097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-grade-already.html' title='2nd grade ALREADY!!'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So4OA7TODkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9HWFxHLwETA/s72-c/ammon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-949315412333125509</id><published>2009-08-19T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:00:58.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in the High Alpine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ivavcYjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2aNdvp6CQb4/s1600-h/veiw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ivavcYjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2aNdvp6CQb4/s400/veiw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372199234782913074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went camping again.  Two weekends in a row, man we are spoiled!  But this time Dakota thought it would be best if we went to the top of a mountain.  We went to a place called Adams Lake.  It was an adventure for sure.  The path that took us up the mountain was steep.  On one side it went straight up and on the other it went straight down.  At times it look as if we could fall 3 hundred feet off the side of the road. The road was pretty much a one car maybe squeeze in another if your lucky.  It had switch back all the way up the mountain.  But once we were on top we drove for about an hour into the mountains, then we hit the "fun stuff".  The stuff where I had to jump out of the car a few times and Dakota even got scared at one point. He stepped out of the car to look at the hill we were about to go down when he came back to the car he said, "Make sure everyone has their seat belts on." That was it I was done!!! I jumped out of the car and ran down the hill with all my kids and kept running until I felt safe. Nothing happened of course he made it just fine. But I'm glad I did not have to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKING UP.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3KGV-tBFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y1QVA5wluLk/s1600-h/flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3KGV-tBFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y1QVA5wluLk/s320/flowers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372172140851037266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute when i walked outside of the tent and saw all the flowers my boys gathered for me.  It made my day.  Little Micaiah brought me some flowers also just so he could get a kiss.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3i7RRtA8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/w2dNBCl5_Ks/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3i7RRtA8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/w2dNBCl5_Ks/s200/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372199438400684994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The first day was so cold.  we were so high in the mountains that we could see snow across the lake from us.  The boys stayed in the car to get warm. So we packed up our tent and went around the rest of the loop to find a warmer place to sleep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3c46V9uaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cFqmBuTSTK8/s1600-h/boysincar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3c46V9uaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cFqmBuTSTK8/s200/boysincar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372192800815036834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3drq8uOpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h46cKqSD_E0/s1600-h/dhill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3drq8uOpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/h46cKqSD_E0/s200/dhill2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372193672855960210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DIVORCE HILL.&lt;br /&gt;The Divorce hill was the last hill you had to go up to get to the camp ground.  This too I walk up with all my kids. But I tell you what, it was one of the most up in the air hill I have ever seen.  The reason its called the Divorce hill is because the next day on our way out Dakota would not let me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ec4CQkyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ih_la22e7jg/s1600-h/walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ec4CQkyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ih_la22e7jg/s200/walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372194518182433570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; get out of the car, so i screamed "I WANT A DIVORCE." He stopped and laughed but Ammon did not think it was so funny. He said, "No mommy that would make me sad." I told him "then tell your dad to let me out!" He let me out with the baby and Micaiah but Ammon stayed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3eICvKCxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UtbkccqPUuI/s1600-h/dhill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3eICvKCxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UtbkccqPUuI/s200/dhill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372194160277850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through some amazing four wheeling trails.  I never in my right mind would think my car would ever go through these types of obstacles. But we did it and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ewIuXShI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pV3ixkafR9Q/s1600-h/bighill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ewIuXShI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pV3ixkafR9Q/s200/bighill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372194849079904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally had enough going over bumps and rocks and everything else. So we decided to find a place and we found a beautiful one next to another lake where it was a little warmer.  We set up tent and while I cooked our diner the boys went out on the lake in the raft. They loved it! Ammon wanted to go on the other side of the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3e8hP56SI/AAAAAAAAAFM/njFMdjkghjo/s1600-h/bigrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3e8hP56SI/AAAAAAAAAFM/njFMdjkghjo/s200/bigrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372195061821466914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lake and walk around to see what the difference was.  They got out of the boat and I could see them from where I was. They just walked around and examined the area.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3iNf67avI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Rr1Fqm_fyDk/s1600-h/raft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3iNf67avI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Rr1Fqm_fyDk/s200/raft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372198652057709298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After diner we went into survival mode.  It rained really hard and it was so cold.  We tried to watch a movie in the tent but it was raining too hard, we could not hear it.  We were so cold.  It thundered and we had lightening all night.  I was up all night trying to keep Isabella and Ammon warm. Dakota was up all night trying to keep Micaiah &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3mfMSEq5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/kjEgOtuCRA8/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3mfMSEq5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/kjEgOtuCRA8/s200/clouds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203354070231954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;warm.  He would kick off his blankets and wiggle out of his sleeping bag. I think Dakota had a harder time then I did.  The next day was fun we ate a breakfast that took 5 hours to cook for some odd reason and then we packed up our tent and headed home. Before we left the boys through a log in the lake and The weather could not make up its mind. It was either really nice with blue sky's or dark gray clouds but the clouds moved so fast so the changes were minute to minute. We of course had to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3m1f03d-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bfAXb7l7Z0g/s1600-h/dakotawater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3m1f03d-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bfAXb7l7Z0g/s200/dakotawater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203737273563106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finish the trail we slept at. There was no reason to turn around on the main road...oh no not in Dakota's book.  It was a beautiful drive, bumpy but beautiful.  What an adventure these three days were!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ikNTC0hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2eh5Uosn38M/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ikNTC0hI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2eh5Uosn38M/s200/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372199042195575314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-949315412333125509?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/949315412333125509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-in-high-alpine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/949315412333125509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/949315412333125509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping-in-high-alpine.html' title='Camping in the High Alpine'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/So3ivavcYjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2aNdvp6CQb4/s72-c/veiw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-9208324552791268981</id><published>2009-08-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:46:32.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLxEurMkzI/AAAAAAAAADk/6bouP_E_62I/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLxEurMkzI/AAAAAAAAADk/6bouP_E_62I/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369118769330033458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLolOifO2I/AAAAAAAAABs/fER0JFj5M9o/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLolOifO2I/AAAAAAAAABs/fER0JFj5M9o/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369109432034605922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Story...&lt;br /&gt;Dakota and I were planning on going camping but like always we wait until the last minute to plan anything or get anything ready.  so Thursday night we made it official to go camping.  Friday morning Dakota's off to work to leave getting ready for me.  I get clothes and the food together.  he of course gets the gear.  But the food alone took me all day only because i chose to do dutch oven meals when we camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota always says, "We eat Better when we camp then we do at home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLpPcMdRtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1HQrcZwd838/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLpPcMdRtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1HQrcZwd838/s200/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369110157254805202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota come's home from work and we pack up our car and off we go.  He found a place he wanted to take up but for some reason the direction page was missing.  We laughed and drove towards the mountains.  B&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLusgWnbLI/AAAAAAAAADM/iUegsLL_89M/s1600-h/boys+on+hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLusgWnbLI/AAAAAAAAADM/iUegsLL_89M/s320/boys+on+hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369116154145500338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eing new here in Colorado we had no idea where we could go with not too many people around.  we drove for about 3 hours and found this road he remembered seeing on the internet while he was searching for a place.  we headed down that road and found a beautiful place to camp.  we got done setting up camp right when it got dark...count our blessing!&lt;br /&gt;We also had to set up a NEW tent lol &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLuf3s2dLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xiYP8lUBQbA/s1600-h/ammon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLuf3s2dLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xiYP8lUBQbA/s320/ammon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369115937074476210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and everyone know how that goes.  We ate dinner and I made this wonderful desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we packed up the camp ground and drove around the mountains.  we ran into a guy who told us about this road that would take us out the other side of the mountain.  SO OFF We GO!!!  Lets just say it was intense...rocks that would have killed my car if I didn't have a 3 inch left and 35 inch tires and also if Dakota didn't know what he was doing.  Parts where I had to close my eyes or jump out of the car. I'm not really the four wheeling type...but it is growing on me (only because I'm still alive and my car is not hurt).  It was a beautiful drive.  I can't wait for next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLut_7l-sI/AAAAAAAAADU/KWda8BmNdPc/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLut_7l-sI/AAAAAAAAADU/KWda8BmNdPc/s320/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369116179801963202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLugHjKTOI/AAAAAAAAADE/uvaZcrPKBrY/s1600-h/car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLugHjKTOI/AAAAAAAAADE/uvaZcrPKBrY/s320/car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369115941328800994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-9208324552791268981?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/9208324552791268981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/9208324552791268981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/9208324552791268981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoLxEurMkzI/AAAAAAAAADk/6bouP_E_62I/s72-c/DSC_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-2988898297683453500</id><published>2009-08-10T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:53:42.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammon said "Grandma is the Best!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoDAh2hWXDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y2GpH1yqRxU/s1600-h/05+25+09_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoDAh2hWXDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y2GpH1yqRxU/s320/05+25+09_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502443629239346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoDAhSP3pOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lMQwKVvC5-M/s1600-h/05+23+09_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoDAhSP3pOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lMQwKVvC5-M/s320/05+23+09_0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502433892246754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoDAgoY_cQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3N6AjMuUCfU/s1600-h/05+23+09_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoDAgoY_cQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3N6AjMuUCfU/s320/05+23+09_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502422656217346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad when we have to say our goodbye's. To tell you the truth I have never been good at them.  Grandma Suzanne Nelson came to visit us in our new place in Colorado.  We enjoy having her around.  It's like the Ice Cream that goes with the cake.  She is so much fun, she plays with the boys, makes Bella smile that perfect smile.  She rides bikes around the yard and goes down the slides.  She doesn't even have to try hard to make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one morning to her and Ammon missing, I called her cell phone and then Dakota's trying to find them.  Two minutes later here they walk in with loads of groceries.  Funny to say I know Ammon picked out most of the food. He said "Grandma is the Best!!" I am so greatful to her and the love she has for my family. I could have never asked for a better Mother-in-law and grandma in the world.  Thank you Suzanne for everything you do for us.  We miss you.&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/3027021086230623122-2988898297683453500?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/2988898297683453500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/ammon-said-grandma-is-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/2988898297683453500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/2988898297683453500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/ammon-said-grandma-is-best.html' title='Ammon said &quot;Grandma is the Best!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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/_fa0mXvqK5vI/SoDAh2hWXDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y2GpH1yqRxU/s72-c/05+25+09_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027021086230623122.post-6192956555723498218</id><published>2009-08-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:14:49.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My goals have been set and I'm ready to start an adventure.  &lt;/span&gt;Here we start the Nelson Family Blog for all those that have been bagging me to know what we are up to in this new life in Colorado.  Where to start.  The apartment is nice...smaller then the house but nice.  We have lakes all around us.  We love to go on evening walks or on a bike ride just to enjoy the beauty of the sunsets and each other.  Dakota loves his job, he has a lot to learn in this company.  I'm just the mom who tries to keep her house clean and make sure all the kids are happy (a full time job let me remind you).  Ammon starts school in over a week and is extremely excited for he has not found any friends yet.  That will be taken care of in due time.  Micaiah seems so much happier in this apartment, less temper tantrums and more words are spoken out of his mouth.  He is being potty trained and is doing very well.  Until we are at the store and he tells me "mommy I have to poop!" Then we are set back a day or two.  Isabella is teething and how fun is that for all that know!!  Fevers, runny noise, ache's, wants to be held all the time, wont sleep at night...ect.  But she has the most beautiful smile!  She is truly my princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go! The fisrt post of the year:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3027021086230623122-6192956555723498218?l=reamnelson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/feeds/6192956555723498218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/6192956555723498218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3027021086230623122/posts/default/6192956555723498218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reamnelson.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Ream Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10566720514292682031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
