<?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-3963792280249091635</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:43:47.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>McCarthy Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-1011699773710176552</id><published>2009-05-31T23:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:37:52.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Markay's 1st primary Talk</title><content type='html'>I meant to post this last week (just like I've meant to post so many other things in the past few months), but some how never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markay gave her 1st primary talk last week.  The subject was: The ordinance of baptism blesses my family.  The 1st thing I thought of was how those of our ancestors that 1st accepted the gospel and were baptized truly blessed each of us who followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know, my wonderful mother-in-law is a convert.  Since she is someone that Markay can relate to, we chose to center our talk around her and how her baptism has blessed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SiNleUim-VI/AAAAAAAAALo/q4nDOOoIt8Q/s1600-h/Del+and+Kay+at+a+convention+dinner+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342225154575890770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SiNleUim-VI/AAAAAAAAALo/q4nDOOoIt8Q/s320/Del+and+Kay+at+a+convention+dinner+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kay and Del McCarthy (Daynen's parents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the picture we printed out &amp;amp; held up while Markay was giving her talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary talk for Markay: May 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Baptism Blesses My Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a picture of my Grammy and Grandpa.  They are my daddy's mom &amp;amp; dad.  When my Grammy was little, she didn't go to primary.  She wasn't a member of our church.  When she was a teenager, Grammy found out about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Saints.  She liked what she heard and the way it made her feel, so she decided to get baptized with her mommy.  Even though decided to stop going to church after a while, Grammy kept her baptismal covenants and kept going to church.  I'm sure that must have been hard for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because Grammy kept her promises that she made when she was baptized, she met Grandpa when he got home from his mission and they were able to be married in the Oakland Temple and start a forever family.  Grammy and Grandpa had 8 children.  My daddy is the oldest.  Grammy taught her children about Jesus' love for them and to live so that we can return to live with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful that Grammy was baptized and that because of her example, I know that Jesus loves me.  I am excited to be able to follow my Grammy's and Jesus' example and be baptized when I am 8.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful to Grammy for her example of endurance and faith!  We love her so much and all of our ancestors who chose to accept the gospel.  What a blessing it is in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-1011699773710176552?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/1011699773710176552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=1011699773710176552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1011699773710176552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1011699773710176552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2009/05/markays-1st-primary-talk.html' title='Markay&apos;s 1st primary Talk'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SiNleUim-VI/AAAAAAAAALo/q4nDOOoIt8Q/s72-c/Del+and+Kay+at+a+convention+dinner+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-3472336791015074829</id><published>2009-03-25T19:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:36:01.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Sunday</title><content type='html'>Daynen &amp;amp; I were having a discussion at dinner tonight about the up-coming events of the next few weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something like, "And this weekend is Fast Sunday, since next weekend General Conference and the following Sunday is Easter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannik pops in and says, "So, they just have to have a regular slow Sunday then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!  Regular slow sunday it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-3472336791015074829?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/3472336791015074829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=3472336791015074829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/3472336791015074829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/3472336791015074829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2009/03/fast-sunday.html' title='Fast Sunday'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3963792280249091635.post-6059242102990569145</id><published>2009-03-09T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:50:17.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft it Forward!</title><content type='html'>I had a friend post this on her blog &amp;amp; after much contemplation, I decided I would do it. SO, I am excited to see what she will make for me (especially since I haven't seen her in 10 years or so!) I think it sounds like it could be a lot of fun &amp;amp; just what I need to get me into a "crafty" mood. The first three people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! (especially since I am not particularly a very "crafty" person)&lt;br /&gt;2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;3- It’ll be done this year. (It very well may take me until the end of the year to come up w/ something!)&lt;br /&gt;4- You have no clue what it’s going to be.&lt;br /&gt;5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 3 people who do the same on your blog. The first 3 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!Who’s in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-6059242102990569145?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/6059242102990569145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=6059242102990569145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6059242102990569145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6059242102990569145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2009/03/craft-it-forward.html' title='Craft it Forward!'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3963792280249091635.post-5221729027547047346</id><published>2009-02-19T10:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:18:55.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SZ3aLDs1qaI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1761kS4p4k/s1600-h/Wedding+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304635819619101090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SZ3aLDs1qaI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1761kS4p4k/s400/Wedding+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, do we ever look different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today Daynen &amp;amp; I are celebrating our 9th wedding anniversary! It's hard to believe that it has been that long. It seems like just yesterday, yet it seems like forever (in a good way...most days). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want to tell everyone how thankful I am for my wonderful husband. We have had our share of problems over the years, but I can honestly say, that I wouldn't trade them for anyone elses! I am married to a gentle, kind and loving man. He is a wonderful husband and a great father. He loves me inspite of my many faults and helps me want to be a better person. I grow more and more in love w/ him each year and especially as I watch him play w/ our beautiful children. He truly is a good man and I am blessed to be his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3963792280249091635-5221729027547047346?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/5221729027547047346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=5221729027547047346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/5221729027547047346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/5221729027547047346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-years-and-counting.html' title='9 years and counting'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SZ3aLDs1qaI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1761kS4p4k/s72-c/Wedding+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-6814022960225350977</id><published>2009-02-18T00:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:25:56.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SZu2r0z-crI/AAAAAAAAALY/54WvuOnca1A/s1600-h/McCarthy+Baby+%234+first+pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304033850186166962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SZu2r0z-crI/AAAAAAAAALY/54WvuOnca1A/s400/McCarthy+Baby+%234+first+pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby at 29.5 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SZu1VkpqJNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VgMh0yyR5g0/s1600-h/McCarthy+Baby+%234+first+pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just thought I would post the latest picture of "baby Mc". It's hard to believe how fast they grow! It's so amazing to see this little face, and watch him squirm and move. He is just over 3 lbs at this point and should gain another 1.5 to 2 lbs in the next 3 weeks. It's hard to believe that in just over 2 months time, he will probably be 3x as big as he is now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are almost at 30 weeks now (29 wks, 6 days to be exact). Things are moving along just fine in the baby area. My midwife informed me today that, yes, he is still a boy... and he's doing great. His heartbeat is slowing down as he begins to mature &amp;amp; he is quite wiggly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am constantly in awe of how much I already love this little boy and feel such a strong bond with him.  I am so thankful to be able to be a part of this little miracle.  So thankful for the gift of motherhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, we still haven't narrowed down a name, so if you have any suggestions, we are still looking. &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/3963792280249091635-6814022960225350977?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/6814022960225350977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=6814022960225350977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6814022960225350977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6814022960225350977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-face.html' title='Baby Face'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SZu2r0z-crI/AAAAAAAAALY/54WvuOnca1A/s72-c/McCarthy+Baby+%234+first+pictures+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-1900505548623568283</id><published>2008-12-31T12:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:49:25.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brat</title><content type='html'>I started this post a while ago and completely forgot about it. Thank goodness for auto-save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SYDNzJihqMI/AAAAAAAAALI/68Zjg3DIWvI/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296459440405457090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SYDNzJihqMI/AAAAAAAAALI/68Zjg3DIWvI/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comforting my little princess after a fall at a b-day party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Markay was having a hard day today, crying about everything. Yelling, screaming, throwing tantrums... I got a little fed up finally and picked her up &amp;amp; put her in her bed. "You can come out when you stop crying and whining and being a brat!", I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, a little while later I hear her say, "Mom, I stopped crying and whining.... But I'm not done being a brat, can I come out of my room now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uh, oh! What have I started?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-1900505548623568283?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/1900505548623568283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=1900505548623568283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1900505548623568283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1900505548623568283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-started-this-post-while-ago-and.html' title='Brat'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SYDNzJihqMI/AAAAAAAAALI/68Zjg3DIWvI/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-1696113008038507209</id><published>2008-12-23T18:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:05:05.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we just need help w/ a name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, we had the "comprehensive" ultrasound today. And, with further inspection, our suspicions from the last appointment have been confirmed. We are having another little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because I was so sick this time (and Dannik said Heavenly Father had told him it was little girl), we thought for sure that this would be a little girl. Daynen has been calling him her the whole time (thankfully the baby does not yet understand, and won't remember it anyway) and we had a little girl name all picked out. Even plans on how we would move the rooms around so that the boys could share a room and the girls could share a room. Funny how plans always get a monkey wrench thrown into them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are now making new plans on how the big kids will continue to share a room &amp;amp; the little kids will share a room when the new baby comes. We are also going to have to figure out a new name! We are open to any suggestions that you may have. You know, we like those plain names like we have given the rest of children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SVHPVYR9sNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PEn-GFxpotI/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283231804084302034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SVHPVYR9sNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PEn-GFxpotI/s400/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This is what I walked in to find after a quick potty break, right before the ultrasound started).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the ultrasound room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the technician announced that the baby was in fact a he, Dannik says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Oh man! That messes up the pattern!" (boy, girl, boy, girl...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The tech, "Well, who's fault is that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dannik, without hesitation, "Daddy's!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The tech, laughing out loud, "You are the smartest little boy I have ever had in here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-1696113008038507209?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/1696113008038507209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=1696113008038507209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1696113008038507209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1696113008038507209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-we-just-need-help-w-name.html' title='Now we just need help w/ a name!'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SVHPVYR9sNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PEn-GFxpotI/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-2009061783866732173</id><published>2008-12-18T02:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:17:22.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, the kids have been asking if they could write letters to Santa, and I finally got around to complying w/ their request.&lt;br /&gt;These are the 1st letters we have ever written to Santa, and I thought they were so cute I had to share!&lt;br /&gt;They are such bright kids. They both did them by them selves (w/ a little spelling help &amp;amp; one or 2 of the letters on Markay's paper)! I am just so proud of my little smarties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SUoTYXs72sI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FnBbMerDirU/s1600-h/Letters+to+Santa+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281054822445603522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SUoTYXs72sI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FnBbMerDirU/s400/Letters+to+Santa+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you have trouble seeing them Markay's says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a Little Pony with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Roller Coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Markay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SUoTYJDpRLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LKdyDtLYg5o/s1600-h/Letters+to+Santa+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281054818514322610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SUoTYJDpRLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LKdyDtLYg5o/s400/Letters+to+Santa+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SUoTX0njqsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ra2XqAHTyBU/s1600-h/Letters+to+Santa+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281054813027805890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SUoTX0njqsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Ra2XqAHTyBU/s400/Letters+to+Santa+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dannik's Says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a Sled and a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinisaur a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;radio a watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a clock a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fairytale book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ninja turtle from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outer space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dannik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When Dannik finished w/ his long list, I said, "Now Dannik, you know Santa may only bring you one or two things from your list.  He usually doesn't bring everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I know Mom.  I is a LONG list.  But maybe Santa will look at the letter  and say 'Woah!  This kid asked for a lot of stuff.  Maybe I should give him 3 or 4 things on his list!' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Maybe Dannik.  But don't count on it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-2009061783866732173?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/2009061783866732173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=2009061783866732173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/2009061783866732173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/2009061783866732173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa...'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SUoTYXs72sI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FnBbMerDirU/s72-c/Letters+to+Santa+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-720412471547849249</id><published>2008-12-05T09:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:00:25.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/STlc-WPtlJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f1X_hjaTOeo/s1600-h/McCarthy+Baby+%234+first+pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276350664634373266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/STlc-WPtlJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f1X_hjaTOeo/s400/McCarthy+Baby+%234+first+pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that it has been so long since I have posted. There are several reasons, but the most prevalent is that our camera is broken. So, we will have to wait until Christmas for Santa to bring us a new one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I do have one new baby picture to post. I had my 1st ultra-sound on Monday. It was just a regular in-office one (my new mid-wife does them at each appointment) and so we did not find out the sex yet. I did, however think that the baby is already getting cute, and can see the McCarthy head starting to form, so I thought I would share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The comprehensive ultra-sound is scheduled for Dec 23, so if you would like to start placing bets on the sex, we will know at that time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-720412471547849249?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/720412471547849249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=720412471547849249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/720412471547849249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/720412471547849249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-pictures.html' title='baby pictures'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/STlc-WPtlJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/f1X_hjaTOeo/s72-c/McCarthy+Baby+%234+first+pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-7312548815245101070</id><published>2008-11-11T22:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:18:19.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should lock the pantry....</title><content type='html'>Kieran is a persistent little fellow. He is constantly getting into things, no matter how many times I remove him, tell him "no" or try and re-direct his attention. Not only does he love to dismantle the video shelf, but he LOVES the pantry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoOI4Lo3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2Q4vw1zx4Rc/s1600-h/Oct+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267637306273801074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoOI4Lo3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2Q4vw1zx4Rc/s320/Oct+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoN_MtvMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ocOxkMQi5Ps/s1600-h/Oct+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267637303675567298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoN_MtvMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ocOxkMQi5Ps/s320/Oct+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very funny. When he is hungry, and mommy is not getting him something fast enough, he will get into the pantry and bring something to me. He usually brings a box of fruit snacks, or macaroni and cheese. As you can see from the above picture, he decided he wanted some rice. He brought a half empty bag out to Dad, and ended up dumping it on the floor. The second picture is actually him putting uncooked rice into his mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoNlXzhCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-XMmoZg8Mhc/s1600-h/IMG_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267637296742761506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoNlXzhCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-XMmoZg8Mhc/s320/IMG_3649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoNF9x4nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BaLj4yasYrk/s1600-h/IMG_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267637288312103538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoNF9x4nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BaLj4yasYrk/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoMi2JtsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9qoph1rMX_E/s1600-h/IMG_3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267637278884869826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoMi2JtsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9qoph1rMX_E/s320/IMG_3651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His new fascination is the bag of wheat flour, he thinks it is sand!  He will even go and get the shovels from the bath toys to dig.  He was having so much fun in the flour I just had to get some pictures.  I loved that after I removed him up, there was a perfect little footprint left.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above pictures are actually only the 1st time he did this.  He has done it 3 times since I took these pictures!  In my defense, at least one of these times the pantry was locked, but somehow he shook the door &amp;amp; the key turned in the lock... no more leaving the key in the lock!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are we going to do with this little handful?&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/3963792280249091635-7312548815245101070?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/7312548815245101070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=7312548815245101070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/7312548815245101070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/7312548815245101070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-i-should-lock-pantry.html' title='Maybe I should lock the pantry....'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SRpoOI4Lo3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2Q4vw1zx4Rc/s72-c/Oct+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-9057350090794067168</id><published>2008-11-03T21:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:08:21.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_UdsWzQPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e94SqEQTwjo/s1600-h/IMG_3615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660096007487730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_UdsWzQPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e94SqEQTwjo/s320/IMG_3615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kieran as Pooh Pumpkin... So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_UdaZCSoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D4rxvklxJtk/s1600-h/IMG_3616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660091185023618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_UdaZCSoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D4rxvklxJtk/s320/IMG_3616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_Uc_JLdOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mWvPRTN90vI/s1600-h/IMG_3614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660083870758114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_Uc_JLdOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mWvPRTN90vI/s320/IMG_3614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My own little Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_UcuR4-iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8xc21EW8mR8/s1600-h/IMG_3612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660079343893026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_UcuR4-iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8xc21EW8mR8/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All three of my little spooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year we decided that we wouldn't buy new Halloween costumes, but use ones we already had in our dress-up box.  I couldn't be more pleased w/ the way the costumes turned out.  I think all 3 of the kids looked so adorable!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dannik went as Batman 2 years ago, but since the new movie and game just came out, he's popular all  over again and we got some more use out of the costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for Markay, well, I have been trying to get her to go as a princess the last 2 years, but she hasn't ever wanted to.  I can't say how pleased I am that I finally convinced her to wear this lovely dress up gown that Aunt Britney brought to us when she came to visit in July.  She's just so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kieran's costume is on it's 4th or 5th turn as a Halloween costume.  It was a hand-me-down I got from my sister-in-law, Gina when Dannik was 2.  All 3 of my kids have worn it and one or both of hers did as well.  It is such a warm costume and so adorable.  It was a little big, but I have to say he just looked so cute walking around in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a great Halloween and were actually able to do dress up 4 times!  We had a party for the pre-schoolers (where they actually used different outfits), a Halloween carnival at Dannik's school, a ward party/trunk-or-treat and of course trick-or-treating on Halloween night.  The kids had such a good time at all of these events!  We got way more candy than we possibly need (of which I have been munching way too much).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Halloween night Markay was having such a good time that when Dannik wanted to come home at 8 pm, she was ready to keep going.  Since we only went down the street one way, I walked her down the street the other way &amp;amp; we hit about 6-8 more houses.  I believe she could have kept going all night if I hadn't told her that people were done handing out candy because it was bed-time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopefully next year I will be more motivated to decorate my house &amp;amp; get in the mood earlier :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-9057350090794067168?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/9057350090794067168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=9057350090794067168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/9057350090794067168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/9057350090794067168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SQ_UdsWzQPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e94SqEQTwjo/s72-c/IMG_3615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-6517989685827545629</id><published>2008-10-26T22:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:19:46.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>So, my niece Tawny tagged me w/ this a week or so ago, I just haven't gotten around to it. Since our nicer computer went down a little while, I find it very annoying to do anything on this much older, much slower computer... But, I promise I will try harder and do a better job at posting in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes... 8 Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows I watch (I am ashamed to say, I DO have 8 shows I watch, probably a lot more... need to change that)&lt;br /&gt;1. Psych&lt;br /&gt;2. Monk&lt;br /&gt;3. Chuck&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI NY&lt;br /&gt;5. Bones&lt;br /&gt;6. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;7. The Starter Wife&lt;br /&gt;8. Word World &amp;amp; Super Why (I love to watch these w/ the kids, especially now that Dannik is reading &amp;amp; gets into "helping")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restraunts&lt;br /&gt;1. The India House&lt;br /&gt;2. McGrath's Fish House&lt;br /&gt;3. Olive Garden (I have really been craving their salads lately)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sonic (yes, I know it's fast food, and really it's not the food at all, but their slushes &amp;amp; limeaids..mmmmm!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Applebees&lt;br /&gt;6. China Hill&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;We don't really eat out much... so I don't have a ton of favorite places. I am always open to suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in a bit&lt;br /&gt;2. Threw up&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to buy wipes, toothpaste, cotton swabs &amp;amp; lotion&lt;br /&gt;4. Took the kids to the Halloween carnival&lt;br /&gt;5. Thought about cleaning the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;6. Took a nap instead&lt;br /&gt;7. Watched "Topper" w/ Cary Grant&lt;br /&gt;8. Bathed the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being done w/ pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting the basement finished&lt;br /&gt;3. Daynen starting his new career&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting my pre-school opened (next school year... lots of work to do before then, staring w/ the basement getting finished!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Family get together in Idaho in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;6. Trick-or-treating w/ the kids&lt;br /&gt;7. Having a date night&lt;br /&gt;8. Going to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;1. The basement getting done&lt;br /&gt;2. New dishwasher :)&lt;br /&gt;3. A computer that works properly&lt;br /&gt;4. Finding Daynen's birth certificate&lt;br /&gt;5. Self-folding laundry&lt;br /&gt;6. No more morning sickness&lt;br /&gt;7. New dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;8. Finished basement :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I hereby tag:&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Camie&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Janelle&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else who feels like sharing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-6517989685827545629?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/6517989685827545629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=6517989685827545629' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6517989685827545629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6517989685827545629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3963792280249091635.post-5340315939220444145</id><published>2008-10-26T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:55:54.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have an "official" announcement to make.  We are pregnant with our 4th!  We are so excited.  I am about 13 weeks pregnant at this point, and am due at the end of April.  Of course it is too early to say for sure what the sex is, but I have been VERY sick this time.  The only other pregnancy I was this sick with was Markay. &lt;br /&gt;We told the kids a few weeks ago and had a big Family Home Evening planned to help announce it.  We talked about how special each of us is, and the unique things each of brings to the family.  At the end of talking about how important each of us was to the family, we said, "And we are adding a new person to our family.  Mommy is pregnant and we will have a baby in the Spring".  I was hoping for excitement, but instead I got "Oh, okay, what are we going to do now?" from Markay.  Dannik simply said, "I know Mom.  I prayed about it and Heavenly Father told me it's a girl!"  How anti-climatic!  Oh well, they talk about it all the time now and Markay is so excited to have a little sister that she can share her room with.... let's hope Dannik is right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-5340315939220444145?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/5340315939220444145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=5340315939220444145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/5340315939220444145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/5340315939220444145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/10/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3963792280249091635.post-7659748039353017249</id><published>2008-10-10T22:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:56:02.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dishwasher Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SPBNFCtIl7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Csf9ox7o4xE/s1600-h/IMG_3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255785514162231218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SPBNFCtIl7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Csf9ox7o4xE/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you who know me, know that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bain&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; has been that I have lived in homes the 6 years, that have had a dishwasher... a dishwasher that doesn't work! Now, really living w/out a dishwasher probably wouldn't have been that bad, BUT to have a dishwasher staring me in the face, taunting me every time I stood to do dishes, really it was just discouraging. Honestly, I believe that there is a dishwasher curse on me! Any dishwasher that was installed, either by us or a landlord in any of these places, for one reason or another just did not work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you can imagine my joy when my friend Natalie called me a few weeks ago and said "We bought a dishwasher that works, but doesn't fit in our kitchen, I'm bringing it over!" HOORAY! Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daynen&lt;/span&gt; installed it today and low and behold, there was a leak in bottom. "You have to be kidding! The dishwasher curse", I almost cried. I was beginning to think that perhaps, my sister-in-law was right when she said that I just wasn't meant to have a dishwasher in this lifetime. Oh the pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daynen&lt;/span&gt; had a friend come over to help with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;electrical&lt;/span&gt; wiring in the basement and VOILA! he found the problem and FIXED IT. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;! THE DISHWASHER CURSE HAD BEEN BROKEN!... &lt;em&gt;or so I thought&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran the dishwasher last night and, unfortunately, when as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Daynen&lt;/span&gt; and his brother Ben were working on the basement this morning, they noticed water coming down the wall and through the ceiling in the laundry room. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;the dishwasher curse lives on!&lt;/strong&gt; Not only is there a bad leak, but it leaked all over my arts and crafts box! Alas, perhaps Debbie is right, I am not meant to have a dishwasher in this life time. Or perhaps, there is a lesson in all this... quality is important, or more likely, I should be doing my dishes every day and not letting them build up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I will have a nice, new dishwasher. Until then, I resolve to learn my lesson and do the dishes every day! Maybe, just maybe, I will lift the dreaded dishwasher curse.&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/3963792280249091635-7659748039353017249?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/7659748039353017249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=7659748039353017249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/7659748039353017249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/7659748039353017249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/10/dishwasher-curse.html' title='The Dishwasher Curse'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SPBNFCtIl7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Csf9ox7o4xE/s72-c/IMG_3482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-4493837187044951429</id><published>2008-08-29T10:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:16:42.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New "Do's"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kieran's hair was getting out of control again &amp;amp; Dannik was in need of haircut, so Daynen gave the boys both a haircut last night. I was a little sad to see Kieran's shaggy look go and a new "big boy" look take it's place. But, I do have to admit that my boys look very handsome in their matching hair do's! All I can say is, good thing it's still hot outside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kieran before:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLirP2E8bQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/apVCzwtEAzA/s1600-h/IMG_2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240126455148211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLirP2E8bQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/apVCzwtEAzA/s320/IMG_2966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dannik before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLirQMPe92I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UiHsbRobk-g/s1600-h/IMG_2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240126461097998178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLirQMPe92I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UiHsbRobk-g/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my handsome men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLirQejrCNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dveP-bqakTY/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240126466014513362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLirQejrCNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dveP-bqakTY/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to Dannik the other day he figured something out by himself and I asked him, "Dannik, how did you get to be so smart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannik looks at me and says, "Oh, I've just alway been that way!"&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning the bathroom last Saturday, Markay said, "This is hard work, Mom!  Just like on Dirty Jobs!"   Then after a minute, "Hey!  They should come to our house!"&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully our house isn't that bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-4493837187044951429?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/4493837187044951429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=4493837187044951429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/4493837187044951429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/4493837187044951429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-dos.html' title='New &quot;Do&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLirP2E8bQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/apVCzwtEAzA/s72-c/IMG_2966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-6446281629152848384</id><published>2008-08-27T15:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:03:15.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>My big boy started kindergarten on Monday!  I can't believe that he is so big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was actually just an hour long orientation.  They got to meet the teacher, Mrs. Erickson, find their seats, cubbies and coat hangers.  They drew pictures of themselves and learned about the things they were going to be doing in class this school year.  One of Dannik's favorite parts was when Mrs. Erickson had them sit on the rug and she read a story to them.  "The Kissing Hand" by, Audrey Penn.  It was very cute.  I would definitely recommend reading this with your youngsters, especially if they are feeling nervous about being away from you (for school, or daycare, church etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went back for an assessment test.  I sat outside the room while Dannik went in and talked with his teacher.  When she came out she looked at me and said, "Wow!  He's a bright kid!"  My mommy heart SWELLED with pride!  He's such a great kid!  Because he has already started reading at home, she sent home some books for him so that he could begin reading to us each day.  She seems like she will be a great teacher and really help him to keep his love of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at dinner, Daynen asked Dannik what kinds of questions his teacher asked him.  Dannik said, "She asked me all the stuff I already knew!"  Daynen said, "Those are my favorite kind of tests!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJncd00mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oYhQQEntGJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239315421008810594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJncd00mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oYhQQEntGJ4/s200/IMG_2994.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJnojfv4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/v9q85KSgvYA/s1600-h/IMG_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239315424253820802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJnojfv4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/v9q85KSgvYA/s200/IMG_2995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJoPoVJHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/erv5KjwIjy8/s1600-h/IMG_2996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239315434743080050" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJoPoVJHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/erv5KjwIjy8/s200/IMG_2996.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;Dannik putting his name on the board, finding his cubby, and drawing a picture of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJogTkWwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PJhILUSXpKU/s1600-h/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239315439219399426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJogTkWwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PJhILUSXpKU/s200/IMG_2997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJpFUV0gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4nr_ZbSJo_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239315449154753026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJpFUV0gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4nr_ZbSJo_Q/s200/IMG_2999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXKV5VT7iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CluTwSbecBw/s1600-h/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239316219031711266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXKV5VT7iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CluTwSbecBw/s200/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dannik listening to instructions, posing w/ Mrs. Erickson and Mommy.&lt;br /&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/3963792280249091635-6446281629152848384?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/6446281629152848384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=6446281629152848384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6446281629152848384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6446281629152848384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXJncd00mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oYhQQEntGJ4/s72-c/IMG_2994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-387805183119683672</id><published>2008-08-13T22:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:26:00.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs and kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Picture taken July 2007)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXFbVrEtII/AAAAAAAAAE8/rjkGaO-QvMk/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239310814980387970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXFbVrEtII/AAAAAAAAAE8/rjkGaO-QvMk/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other night as we were getting ready to go to bed, Dannik refused to give Markay a hug. It really hurt her feeling. She got over it quickly as I offered to give her an extra hug from me. Dannik, it seems, didn't. As I was tucking the kids in and doling out more kisses and hugs, Dannik was looking grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dannik," I asked, "why are you grumpy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not grumpy, Mom. I'm sad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you sad?" I inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I feel bad inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you feel bad inside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to tear up and then said, through his tears, "Because I didn't give Markay a love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet little guy! I am so thankful that he loves his little sister and cares about how she feels ...most of the time. Feelings were mended as he got up on the bed and gave Markay the hug and kiss he'd refused earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-387805183119683672?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/387805183119683672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=387805183119683672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/387805183119683672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/387805183119683672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/08/hugs-and-kisses.html' title='Hugs and kisses'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SLXFbVrEtII/AAAAAAAAAE8/rjkGaO-QvMk/s72-c/IMG_1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-149278370382596102</id><published>2008-08-12T16:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:14:30.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family's Got Talent</title><content type='html'>Today we had a Mother/Child activity at the church where the children put on a talent show. Everyone was so cute. And though I may be bias, I must say, my kids are SO talented! To prepare for the show today, we talked about talents in our Family Home Evening last night and let the children practice their performances for us. As we talked about the different talents that each of them possessed, Dannik was amazed at how many talents we all had. I hope that they never lose that confidence &amp;amp; remember how special and wonderful each of them are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SKIT8ujT8UI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gGXj7tugkwg/s1600-h/Talent+show+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233767650967155010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SKIT8ujT8UI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gGXj7tugkwg/s320/Talent+show+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Watching the big kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kieran is still a little too small to have developed performing talents, but of course he is very smart, and cute, and has a special talent for loving others. He loved watching his brother and sister and all of the other cute little kids share their gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="277" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e40f8eae42e80c50" 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://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De40f8eae42e80c50%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D42BA33D4D9638E276323FB86F5A776CA31606D.112A38FAB4CE311D4569E3613C7A60836B5FD1E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De40f8eae42e80c50%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-h5Q6vJMUXd4oWJpcqAiocrWGzU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="352" height="277" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De40f8eae42e80c50%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D42BA33D4D9638E276323FB86F5A776CA31606D.112A38FAB4CE311D4569E3613C7A60836B5FD1E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De40f8eae42e80c50%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-h5Q6vJMUXd4oWJpcqAiocrWGzU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poetry in motion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed the beginning of Dannik's performance, but he did a few nursery rhymes with actions. He did a great job! If you hear me whispering in the back-ground, we changed the order at the last minute and I was reminding him which order to say them in. Such a cute kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="352" height="274" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e3ec15a6169ab86" 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://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e3ec15a6169ab86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22058FA37459B9944075CE1394876226B73AA0CB.278006BBCA2208D3863EEBBF8CC2F67CBA0D8327%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e3ec15a6169ab86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De8r268wQiTw5ELh8o8cviM4vDsQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="352" height="274" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e3ec15a6169ab86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22058FA37459B9944075CE1394876226B73AA0CB.278006BBCA2208D3863EEBBF8CC2F67CBA0D8327%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e3ec15a6169ab86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De8r268wQiTw5ELh8o8cviM4vDsQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a star!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a little worried about Markay, because she tends to get a little shy when performing in front of people. She started out quietly (and again you can only hear me) but she finished wonderfully! She LOVED singing for everyone, and again, did a great job! She even wanted to do it again... guess she did inherit my performing bug after all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-149278370382596102?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e3ec15a6169ab86&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e40f8eae42e80c50&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/149278370382596102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=149278370382596102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/149278370382596102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/149278370382596102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-familys-got-talent.html' title='Our Family&apos;s Got Talent'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SKIT8ujT8UI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gGXj7tugkwg/s72-c/Talent+show+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-4509702900236998511</id><published>2008-08-09T23:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:55:22.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SJ6OK8HG-LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WfpZgNN1R0I/s1600-h/The+mess+1+Kieran+can+make.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232776135636875442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SJ6OK8HG-LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WfpZgNN1R0I/s320/The+mess+1+Kieran+can+make.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The mess one little Kieran can make&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that Kieran is walking all over, it is not uncommon to come into a newly cleaned room to find a mess similar to this!  One of his favorite new past-times is to pull all the books off a bookshelf, or all the videos and DVD's off the shelf and out of their cases.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SJ6OLElXibI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dOzybg_o_H0/s1600-h/Swim+lessons+Aug+08+.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232776137911273906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SJ6OLElXibI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dOzybg_o_H0/s320/Swim+lessons+Aug+08+.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SJ6OLpkl4VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DrYm2na6ydY/s1600-h/Swim+lessons+Aug+08+.60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232776147840131410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SJ6OLpkl4VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DrYm2na6ydY/s320/Swim+lessons+Aug+08+.60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Markay and Dannik just finished their first swim lessons this week.  They loved it, and they both did very well.  Dannik who would not put any portion of his face in the water to begin with, is now going all the way under and has started to learn free-style! I am so proud of him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Markay absolutely adored her teachers and took great pains to follow their instructions and do whatever they asked.  She is now very comfortable in the water and loves jumping in and making big splashes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids were both very dissappointed that this session was over.  Once I find out what kind of schedule we will have when school begins, maybe I will enroll them for another round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy moments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markay singing "Jesus Said Love Everyone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus said love everyone, treat them kindly too.&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with love&lt;br /&gt;BROTHERS will love you..."&lt;br /&gt;-Can you tell who is important to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we were doing a "dog-pile" on Dannik and he says to Daynen.&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy get off me, your as heavy as a book shelf!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-4509702900236998511?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/4509702900236998511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=4509702900236998511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/4509702900236998511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/4509702900236998511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-fish.html' title='Little Fish'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SJ6OK8HG-LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WfpZgNN1R0I/s72-c/The+mess+1+Kieran+can+make.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-232625101531118879</id><published>2008-07-12T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:28:17.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Grandma &amp; Grandpa Walters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573444696767&amp;amp;site=widget-bf.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573444696767&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p1/2738188573444696767/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573444696767&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p2/2738188573444696767/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2738188573444696767&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p4/2738188573444696767/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I took a trip to my mom &amp; step-dad's last week over the 4th of July weekend. We had a lot of fun.  There was a parade, a carnival, running in foam, swimming, and lots of playing at the park.  I don't know why, but I only got the one picture of the Kieran w/ Grandma, but the kids really love their grandparents.  Markay especially loves Grandpa (sorry Mom).  In fact, the 1st few days we were there, he was gone fishing w/ his sons and she kept wondering around the house asking "Where's Grandpa?"  We all had so much fun.  The kids also really enjoyed playing with their cousins from both sides my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573444750173&amp;amp;site=widget-5d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573444750173&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5d.slide.com/p1/2738188573444750173/bb_t063_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573444750173&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5d.slide.com/p2/2738188573444750173/bb_t063_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2738188573444750173&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5d.slide.com/p4/2738188573444750173/bb_t063_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Idaho, we also got Kieran's 1st official haircut.  I was a little worried because I love how crazy his hair is and feel it is part of his quirky personality.  I am definately pleased with the results though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-232625101531118879?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/232625101531118879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=232625101531118879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/232625101531118879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/232625101531118879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-grandma-grandpa-walters.html' title='Trip to Grandma &amp; Grandpa Walters'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3963792280249091635.post-8932693529990562135</id><published>2008-06-27T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:31:09.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting bigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SGUQUgTN_zI/AAAAAAAAADc/plQtT_jRHa4/s1600-h/IMG_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SGUQUgTN_zI/AAAAAAAAADc/plQtT_jRHa4/s320/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216593687832559410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned Kieran's carseat around this last week. I didn't think much about it really, he's such a good natured little guy, he never complained about facing backwards. But, Daynen didn't like the way the carseat rubbed up against the front passenger seat, so we turned him around. He was so excited. Infact, he is still excited. Every time we put him in his carseat now, he gets a big smile on his face and starts waving to me in the front. I know I say this all the time, but he is such a cutie! &lt;br /&gt;Kieran has also learned how to navigate the steps like a pro, walk 10 steps at a time, climb on and off the couch by himself, say "uh-oh" when he drops something and has weened himself down to one nap a day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SGUQVjUluwI/AAAAAAAAADk/YCVeFkdmZ2o/s1600-h/IMG_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SGUQVjUluwI/AAAAAAAAADk/YCVeFkdmZ2o/s320/IMG_2638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216593705823484674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and Grandpa came to visit this week.  The kids had lots of fun spending time w/ them.  They especially liked going swimming at the hotel with Aunt Britney and when Grammy and Grandpa came over and read stories to them.  This was my favorite picture of the kids w/ Daynen's parents.  So much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Moments:&lt;br /&gt;All boy...&lt;br /&gt;While walking in the store Dannik looked at me and said just out of the blue, "Mom, if Spider-man, the Transformers, and the Ninja Turtles combined forces, they would be unstopable!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-8932693529990562135?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/8932693529990562135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=8932693529990562135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/8932693529990562135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/8932693529990562135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-turned-kierans-carseat-around-this.html' title='Getting bigger'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SGUQUgTN_zI/AAAAAAAAADc/plQtT_jRHa4/s72-c/IMG_2610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-7902861823395917108</id><published>2008-06-18T13:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:46:27.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute not to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFlgNDydoiI/AAAAAAAAADU/gf8XJniIxi8/s1600-h/Kieran+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFlgNDydoiI/AAAAAAAAADU/gf8XJniIxi8/s320/Kieran+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213303821129589282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know this is my 2nd post for the day, but I was deleting the photos off my camera and I saw this and just had to share!  Yesterday we went to SLC to visit w/ some friends.  We went to the park to have lunch and play while there.  The kids had a lot of fun.  I got this picture of my friend's little girl Megan feeding Kieran.  She is about 10 weeks older than Kieran.  Just had to share 'cuz it was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-7902861823395917108?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/7902861823395917108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=7902861823395917108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/7902861823395917108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/7902861823395917108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-cute-not-to-share.html' title='Too cute not to share'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFlgNDydoiI/AAAAAAAAADU/gf8XJniIxi8/s72-c/Kieran+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-5947557887000080243</id><published>2008-06-18T12:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:56:54.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-71.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573442142065&amp;amp;site=widget-71.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573442142065&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/p1/2738188573442142065/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573442142065&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/p2/2738188573442142065/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2738188573442142065&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/p4/2738188573442142065/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday, we had a small birthday party for Kieran w/ my brother-in-law Shane and his family who were in town from Oregon.  Debbie was very sweet and made the cakes for me since I still do not have an oven.  They were very cute.  Thanks Debbie!  Kieran had fun destroying the cake and opening presents etc.  He is my 1st one to actually get really messy w/ his cake.  The other 2 kind of picked at the cakes, or just ate the frosting off the top (Markay still will only eat the frosting about 70% of the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFk-zlI72-I/AAAAAAAAADM/PlwKVag3z-g/s1600-h/IMG_2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213267099521899490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFk-zlI72-I/AAAAAAAAADM/PlwKVag3z-g/s320/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Big brother Dannik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's amazing how natural the children take on their own roles in the family. I was listening to the children play the other morning and I love how Dannik, as the oldest, tries to teach the younger children. Markay knows most of her letters, but still has not grasped how each of them have their own sounds etc. She knows Markay and Mommy start w/ M and Dannik and Daddy start w/ D, so naturally, all girls start with an M and all boys start with a D. She had a little toy and said, "Boots. Boots starts with a D". Dannik says, "No Markay. &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;oots, b..b..b (making the B sound). Boots starts with a B". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's such a good big brother. He loves to teach and help (and tease) his younger sister and brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mommy moments: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dannik came out of his room at bed time and said, "Mommy, I can't get to sleep because the crickets are chirp-chirping".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Just close your eyes, think good thoughts and try and relax".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dannik: "Okay, think of chocolates and love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Yes, chocolates and love are very good thoughts!"&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/3963792280249091635-5947557887000080243?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/5947557887000080243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=5947557887000080243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/5947557887000080243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/5947557887000080243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-and-more.html' title='Birthday and more'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFk-zlI72-I/AAAAAAAAADM/PlwKVag3z-g/s72-c/IMG_2532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-6811908851228233517</id><published>2008-06-11T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:50:52.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with my stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFBezmys9ZI/AAAAAAAAADE/4Ts4q2ke9yI/s1600-h/IMG_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210769009547212178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFBezmys9ZI/AAAAAAAAADE/4Ts4q2ke9yI/s320/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love to read!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been practicing Dannik's reading every evening with scripture study &amp;amp; having Dannik sound out and read the small words from the verse. Thursday night during story time, instead of me reading his story to him, he read the whole book to me! It was so amazing to watch him read it and figure out the words. He had very little help from me. I was also impressed at his comprehension of the book. I can't believe how fast he is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, Markay wanted to read her book too. She had me read the words &amp;amp; she repeated them like she does during scripture study. I love that they are both so excited about reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFBPvPgaKWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KkM7WNqn-bw/s1600-h/IMG_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210752441902573922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFBPvPgaKWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KkM7WNqn-bw/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 1 today! June 11, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kieran turned 1 today! We are planning a very small family party for Saturday. He took his first steps on Friday! He's so funny, he will take a step or two towards me and then just fall forward into my arms. And he's so proud of himself! We will say, "Good job, Kieran!" and he gets a big grin and starts to clap for himself. In fact, any time you said good job, no matter who you are talking to, he stops where he is and starts to clap. Too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b705ed7e7ade5f12" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db705ed7e7ade5f12%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BA56038BA22B5CDC55F4E08889719EF2683118D.6D6AE400E104BD1033269965F77DFE0A4E9151A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db705ed7e7ade5f12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJaeXPMxQA9L0S8JP6FuxloL2EsA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db705ed7e7ade5f12%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BA56038BA22B5CDC55F4E08889719EF2683118D.6D6AE400E104BD1033269965F77DFE0A4E9151A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db705ed7e7ade5f12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJaeXPMxQA9L0S8JP6FuxloL2EsA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing Fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of our current television favorites is "So You Think You Can Dance", and the kids really enjoy it as well. Any time I put on music they get excited and dance around. A phrase heard often around our house lately is, "Mom! Watch my moves!" I took this video of them dancing together to the song at the end of a movie we watched. It was so cute. I was disappointed I didn't get my camera out fast enough and missed him twirling her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy moments from the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dannik was fascinated while watching a show on Animal Planet this week about two-headed animals. Later on that day I heard him playing in his room and yell:"I am a two-headed super-hero!" Guess when fighting crime, two heads are better than one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one from Dannik... I came into the bathroom to find the toothpaste out on the counter &amp;amp; toothpaste in the sink. I asked, "Dannik, were you playing with the toothpaste?" Dannik said, "Mom, I was fighting decay!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Markay got out of the bath the other night, looked down at her hands and said, very concerned, "Oh no! Mom, my hands are ruined!" She was very upset until I convinced her that they would eventually go back to normal.&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/3963792280249091635-6811908851228233517?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b705ed7e7ade5f12&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/6811908851228233517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=6811908851228233517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6811908851228233517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6811908851228233517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/06/dancing-with-my-stars.html' title='Dancing with my stars'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SFBezmys9ZI/AAAAAAAAADE/4Ts4q2ke9yI/s72-c/IMG_2538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-8161382196680833116</id><published>2008-06-04T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:26:37.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinos &amp; More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEckSrtdVuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RIj_dEjl8-A/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208171397466904290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEckSrtdVuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RIj_dEjl8-A/s320/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week we studied Dinosaurs in our co-op pre-school. The kids had fun reading stories, learning information and making fun dinosaur crafts all week long. Camie (my friend that does pre-school w/ us) and I decided that since it is only 20 minutes away, we would take a trip up to Eccles Dinosaur park in Ogden. The kids had a blast looking at all the dinosaurs and playing at the park. We took sac lunches and spent 5 hours in total exploring and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEckTsM0i5I/AAAAAAAAACY/6iKwftVeMXo/s1600-h/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208171414778317714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEckTsM0i5I/AAAAAAAAACY/6iKwftVeMXo/s320/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dannik is my little ham (wonder where he gets that from?). The minute he saw this dinosaur, he walked up to it &amp;amp; made this scared face! I just had to get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEckUUdnd8I/AAAAAAAAACg/mVQ5GbphQDo/s1600-h/IMG_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208171425586182082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEckUUdnd8I/AAAAAAAAACg/mVQ5GbphQDo/s320/IMG_2412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kieran loved going down this slide. I would put him at the top &amp;amp; he got all excited &amp;amp; started scooting up little by little until he started going down. It was perfect for him because it went right to the sand with no drop off. Such a little cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEclmSECzsI/AAAAAAAAACo/GQs-NQ65tls/s1600-h/IMG_2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208172833691324098" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEclmSECzsI/AAAAAAAAACo/GQs-NQ65tls/s200/IMG_2312.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEcln4EcU1I/AAAAAAAAACw/7fXlqhCMpF0/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208172861073412946" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEcln4EcU1I/AAAAAAAAACw/7fXlqhCMpF0/s200/IMG_2313.JPG" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had fun being paleontologists, digging in the sand to find bones. I couldn't resist getting this picture of Markay's "plumber's crack". She's so skinny, she has the hardest time keeping her pants all the way up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy moments from the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markay has started using a phrase often this week that melts my heart &amp;amp; truly makes me smile (and sometimes feel a little sheepish)...especially when she says it right after or even during getting scolded. She looks right at me and says, "Mama , You're the best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was teaching Dannik how to sing the alphabet song in French. Kieran LOVES music and was singing along saying "Ah, Ah" the whole time. It was very cute. Later Dannik looked at me and said, "Mommy, I think when Kieran starts talking, he's going to speak French!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-8161382196680833116?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/8161382196680833116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=8161382196680833116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/8161382196680833116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/8161382196680833116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/06/dinos-more.html' title='Dinos &amp; More'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEckSrtdVuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RIj_dEjl8-A/s72-c/IMG_2325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-4053934263827727977</id><published>2008-05-25T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:06:32.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party, Party, Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSk0g9S8I/AAAAAAAAABI/-qqzyJ3ilWg/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204563111905676226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSk0g9S8I/AAAAAAAAABI/-qqzyJ3ilWg/s320/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Markay had her 3rd birthday party on the 17th. We had a fun Strawberry Shortcake theme, and about 8 of her little friends were able to come. We played a lot of fun games and had strawberry topped cupcakes &amp;amp; strawberry ice cream. The kids had a lot of fun (although Dannik told me that night that Markay's party wasn't as fun as their friend's Transformer party that morning...go figure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSlEg9S9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/-1ZrNFsHeaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204563116200643538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSlEg9S9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/-1ZrNFsHeaQ/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so this picture of Dannik isn't at a party, but I thought it was fun. He loves to dress up and play pretend. He put this link-a-do on his ear &amp;amp; brought me one of scarves to tie around his head. ARGH!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDoumEg9S4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/3gT_Pf1DOiA/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSlUg9S-I/AAAAAAAAABY/zNUihmSlnNo/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204563120495610850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSlUg9S-I/AAAAAAAAABY/zNUihmSlnNo/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week we studied Oceans in our pre-school. Since we are nearing the end of the "school year" we decided to take a field trip to the Aquarium. Kieran enjoyed the trip too and had fun exploring and looking at all the beautiful marine life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSlkg9S_I/AAAAAAAAABg/xLqnfdON4VE/s1600-h/01+Tea+Party+May+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204563124790578162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSlkg9S_I/AAAAAAAAABg/xLqnfdON4VE/s320/01+Tea+Party+May+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Earlier on in the week we were enjoying the beautiful weather before the storms. We had some cakes left over from the birthday party and a friend who came over. We decided to have a tea party in the back yard! It was so much fun to play together and have a nice little lunch (I made finger sandwiches too) in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpOy0g9S7I/AAAAAAAAABA/vmy4E7wlMP4/s1600-h/01+Tea+Party+May+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid quotes of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markay singing They Might Be Giants "I Never Go to Work"... "Thursday, it's a Holiday, and Fridays I detest, oh it's much too late on a Saturday, and Sunday is the day of Arrest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dannik: We walked home from church today and passed a neighbor who lives a few houses down as they were leaving... Markay asked, "Why are you going guys?" the lady said, "We have to go shopping." Dannik popped out of his seat in the stroller and said in a very concerned, matter of fact way, "OH NO! We don't go shopping on Sunday!" Guess he is listening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-4053934263827727977?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/4053934263827727977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=4053934263827727977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/4053934263827727977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/4053934263827727977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-party-party.html' title='Party, Party, Party'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SDpSk0g9S8I/AAAAAAAAABI/-qqzyJ3ilWg/s72-c/IMG_2207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-1398864134408205135</id><published>2008-05-09T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:28:03.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning and growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEcW2VVWXXI/AAAAAAAAACI/dEJT8jHEzT4/s1600-h/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208156616772705650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEcW2VVWXXI/AAAAAAAAACI/dEJT8jHEzT4/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things about motherhood is watching my children learn and grow. It never ceases to amaze me at how fast they figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched Kieran as he discovered some of the aspects of gravity. He crawled out of his room which is directly opposite the stairs, carrying a block in his hand. He stopped at the top of the stairs and threw the block. It tumbled all the way down to the bottom. He was fascinated. He then proceeded to look around him for something else. He found a paper doll the kids had left on the floor and threw that down. It stayed on the top, so he picked it up &amp;amp; threw it again. He only stopped when it went to the 2nd stair. He then found another toy, it only went half way down. I think I now have something on almost every step to clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markay came out of her to see him there, shut the gate all the way and said, "Mommy, Kieran doesn't need to go down the stairs. He will fall and get hurt. But, I won't get hurt, because I'm a big girl. I can walk down the stairs". And a big girl she is. I remember each of the other kids doing something similar to this. It's amazing to see how fast they grow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-1398864134408205135?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/1398864134408205135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=1398864134408205135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1398864134408205135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/1398864134408205135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/05/learning-and-growing.html' title='Learning and growing'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PBGpw62cZzI/SEcW2VVWXXI/AAAAAAAAACI/dEJT8jHEzT4/s72-c/IMG_2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963792280249091635.post-6843751271332161841</id><published>2008-05-09T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:28:20.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>As my friend &amp;amp; I IM'd tonight (or should I say last night, as it is now past 12 am) and she suggested that I start my own blog filled my "mommy momments". I had contemplated starting a blog several times, but as with so many other things in my life, I just never got around to it. SO, I figure there is no time like the present.   I am completely new at this, so I apologize if this is a little rough...  Hopefully, I will get better at it as I post more.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that are interested, I hope you will visit this blog often. I DO plan to give updates on the family, but mainly, I will probably be filling it with fun stories about the kids and my "mommy momments". That said, I'll start off w/ the following.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Markay turned 3 years on Sunday and was very excited having recently experienced her older brother's birthday. She's been a little confused though, because we didn't have her birthday party yet. We decided that we wanted to be sure to have good weather so her party is not until the 17th, 13 days AFTER the actual birthday. SO, every day she comes in and says something like, "Mom, is it my birthday today?", "Oh, nobody will EVER let me have a party!" The other day as we were talking, she said ,"Mom, I'm 4 today!" She hasn't quite grasped the concept that a birthday is just once a year... She keeps it up, by the time we have her party next weekend she will be turning 16. I don't think I'm quite ready for that one yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963792280249091635-6843751271332161841?l=daylonamc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/feeds/6843751271332161841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963792280249091635&amp;postID=6843751271332161841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6843751271332161841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963792280249091635/posts/default/6843751271332161841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylonamc.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>melonamc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059261794692717333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
