<?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-215996705707177328</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:33:01.280-08:00</updated><category term='January 25th-31st'/><category term='&quot;My is whimmin&quot;'/><category term='February 1st-7th'/><category term='January 4th-10th'/><category term='January 11th-17th'/><title type='text'>The Welch's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-7974340418189009844</id><published>2012-02-08T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:23:05.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Jan. 2012</title><content type='html'>We went on a cruise to Cozamel and Belize with the Patterson family in January.  We had such a good time being with our siblings and mom.  We missed dad, as he stayed home with health issues.  We went to the Lamani ruins in Belize.  It was an amazing place to visit.  So much history there.  In cozamel we went snorkling.  Cruising is such a fun way to travel.  Can't wait to plan the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--byuXjRpVAA/TzMuAdUy-xI/AAAAAAAAAkw/j2ubCL8zueg/s1600/cruise1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--byuXjRpVAA/TzMuAdUy-xI/AAAAAAAAAkw/j2ubCL8zueg/s400/cruise1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7974340418189009844?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7974340418189009844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2012/02/cruise-jan-2012.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7974340418189009844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7974340418189009844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2012/02/cruise-jan-2012.html' title='Cruise Jan. 2012'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/--byuXjRpVAA/TzMuAdUy-xI/AAAAAAAAAkw/j2ubCL8zueg/s72-c/cruise1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8238001727604440947</id><published>2012-02-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:03:50.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>We were able to go as Chaperone's to Chicago with the Farmington Band. We were there for the Midwest Band Conference.  Mr. and Mrs. Wolf won several awards while there.  The kids started practicing last spring for this event.  They were so good.  Every mom there has tears in their eyes at the end of the concert.  It was so fun to watch Stockton with all his friends.  We sure realized he likes to flirt with every girl, and doesn't seem to mind we were there.  He has really has a good group of friends. He stayed in a room with Clark and Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkucgxXfu4A/TzMpMBsSQpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cOv1S1OchtI/s1600/chicago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkucgxXfu4A/TzMpMBsSQpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cOv1S1OchtI/s400/chicago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8238001727604440947?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8238001727604440947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2012/02/chicago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8238001727604440947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8238001727604440947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2012/02/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-HkucgxXfu4A/TzMpMBsSQpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/cOv1S1OchtI/s72-c/chicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8957053039638469592</id><published>2012-02-08T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:51:17.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>We hosted the Welch's Christmas party this year.  We had to make shift houses due to the stomach flu going around.  It worked out great and had a great time!  Wendi and Bret came over for Christmas Eve dinner with the Madsen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbzhhshEeEo/TzMmiYZoZkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/l_lrXtN8IhM/s1600/pictures%2Bto%2Badd%2Bto%2Bblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbzhhshEeEo/TzMmiYZoZkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/l_lrXtN8IhM/s400/pictures%2Bto%2Badd%2Bto%2Bblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8957053039638469592?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8957053039638469592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2012/02/christmas-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8957053039638469592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8957053039638469592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2012/02/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-hbzhhshEeEo/TzMmiYZoZkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/l_lrXtN8IhM/s72-c/pictures%2Bto%2Badd%2Bto%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-5846952057529252397</id><published>2011-12-09T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:50:00.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>We had a great time at Wes's home this year.  We did a little of everything from eating to dancing to kareoke and yes football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgTW993UtPk/TuJ7_lSrhxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R2uoXC0R7s4/s1600/img_0401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgTW993UtPk/TuJ7_lSrhxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R2uoXC0R7s4/s400/img_0401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdM9017cD-A/TuJ79rDkXFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/w0KetlcY984/s1600/img_0581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdM9017cD-A/TuJ79rDkXFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/w0KetlcY984/s400/img_0581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7peW5dOO4Rc/TuJ7-JYy1-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/OX0j2GKgkXs/s1600/img_0638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7peW5dOO4Rc/TuJ7-JYy1-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/OX0j2GKgkXs/s400/img_0638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fi-vCANFQY/TuJ7-8nHN_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/WdovvJ-wxh0/s1600/img_0764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fi-vCANFQY/TuJ7-8nHN_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/WdovvJ-wxh0/s400/img_0764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-5846952057529252397?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5846952057529252397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5846952057529252397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5846952057529252397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-RgTW993UtPk/TuJ7_lSrhxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R2uoXC0R7s4/s72-c/img_0401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8646671245512174406</id><published>2011-11-15T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T18:59:42.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train scare....</title><content type='html'>I was interviewed by KSL and ABC4 and the Deseret News today to tell my story of my almost train accident!  I decided to email the news my story after a mom and her 2 children were hit by a frontrunner train in Kaysville.  This was the scariest thing I have ever been through.  I am so grateful to be alive to tell my story.  I pray continually for the lady who was hit, and wish her a fast recovery.  I can't imagine if my kids had been in the car with me that day. It sure puts in perspective what is most important in this life, and also how fast you could be taken away from it.  I hope some good can come of sharing this. I am also so grateful for Tami for being there for me that day as I cried and yelled through the phone that I almost got hit by a train, and also for her support today as I was interviewed.  She helped me to stay calm. Love ya Tami!!! &lt;br /&gt;This article is from the Deseret News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FrontRunner accident highlights rail safety&lt;br /&gt;Published: Tuesday, Nov. 15, 2011 5:38 p.m. MST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jasen Lee, Deseret News&lt;br /&gt;0 comments&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Twitter email Copy url&lt;br /&gt;PRINT | FONT + - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYSVILLE — Jill Welch said her knees still shake just being near the train crossing where "the scariest (incident) in my life" occurred last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Farmington resident was driving her car westbound through Kaysville on Nov. 8 when a train prompted the crossing gates to lower and halt traffic as it passed at 600 Old Mill Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the train traveled ahead, the gates raised allowing traffic to proceed across the tracks. As Welch drove ahead, she said the gates began to lower again as another train approached from what Welch described as a few yards away to her left.&lt;br /&gt;See all 11 photos | Click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;Jill Welch of Farmington talks Tuesday, Nov. 15, 2011 about her experience in an automobile on the tracks at 600 Old Mill Lane in Kaysville as a FrontRunner train approached.&lt;br /&gt;Ravell Call, Deseret News&lt;br /&gt;Jill Welch of Farmington talks Tuesday, Nov. 15, 2011 about her experience in an automobile on the tracks at 600 Old Mill Lane in Kaysville as a FrontRunner train approached.&lt;br /&gt;From the archive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 injured in collision with FrontRunner train – Nov. 14, 2011&lt;br /&gt;FrontRunner train kills pedestrian in Sunset – Sept. 29, 2011&lt;br /&gt;FrontRunner train hits and kills woman in Davis County – July 23, 2011&lt;br /&gt;TRAX accident kills teen girl in West Jordan – June 9, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Frontrunner tracks stretch from Ogden to Provo, service still a few years off – April 17, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said seeing the train "so close" sent her into a panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being panicked, I thought the arm was going to come down over both lanes of traffic," she explained Tuesday. "So I immediately thought I had to back up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said in her anxious state, she shifted into neutral instead of reverse — only to realize the train was getting closer as she revved the engine trying to move out of the away of the oncoming train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just a mess at that point — screaming (in my car)," Welch said. "I (finally) got into reverse and gunned it back as the arm was coming down right on the top of my car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for Welch, her car suffered relatively minor damage and she was uninjured — though she was still quite shaken by the rather harrowing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she admits the incident was primarily due to her own anxiety, she contends that the "crossing arms should never have gone up" while another train was so close to the crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing about a crash Monday involving a FrontRunner commuter train that left a mother hospitalized and her children injured, she felt compelled to speak out about the potential danger drivers face at rail crossings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's incident is currently under investigation, but Welch said her experience highlights the need for increased safety measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said prior to last week's incident, she used to travel in the area two or three times a week, "but I'm not coming this way anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Utah Transit Authority said the crossing and equipment are jointly maintained by Union Pacific Railroad and UTA. Testing following Monday's incident showed the equipment functioning properly, according to UTA spokesman Gerry Carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the crossing arms and alarms are operated by a computer program that calculates proximity and speed of both commuter and freight trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A higher speed (commuter) train will activate the gate sooner than a very slow speed (freight) train," he said. "The intent is to protect the crossing for about 25 to 40 seconds prior to the train entering the intersection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpenter said preliminary analysis of Monday's incident indicated that the crossing arms were in proper working order — activated 37 seconds prior to impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The gates were functioning exactly as designed," he noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the exact circumstances of both incidents have yet to be determined, but they should serve as cautionary tales for all motorists at railroad crossings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(Motorists and pedestrians) should make sure that all activity has stopped on the crossing before proceeding," Carpenter said. "Even if you can't see the train, even if you can't hear the train … if the gates are down, (please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4yqPbiCkXI/TsMkYBHhUGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/MTbxeDX06pk/s1600/660489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="46" width="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4yqPbiCkXI/TsMkYBHhUGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/MTbxeDX06pk/s400/660489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yleeaJevJ40/TsMkXFt9wzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z74fevis3OY/s1600/660479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yleeaJevJ40/TsMkXFt9wzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z74fevis3OY/s400/660479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jwtxf8bVjM/TsMkXRY6NuI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CGluTlZIZZY/s1600/660482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jwtxf8bVjM/TsMkXRY6NuI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CGluTlZIZZY/s400/660482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aupFxYaAig/TsMkXSfrxlI/AAAAAAAAAik/Ri-ryzLrguA/s1600/660484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="63" width="100" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aupFxYaAig/TsMkXSfrxlI/AAAAAAAAAik/Ri-ryzLrguA/s400/660484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtlwEwedJqQ/TsMkX4l1cFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ioISKRT-UGg/s1600/660487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="75" width="98" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtlwEwedJqQ/TsMkX4l1cFI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ioISKRT-UGg/s400/660487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8646671245512174406?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8646671245512174406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/11/train-scare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8646671245512174406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8646671245512174406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/11/train-scare.html' title='Train scare....'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-A4yqPbiCkXI/TsMkYBHhUGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/MTbxeDX06pk/s72-c/660489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1593515042017512267</id><published>2011-10-28T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:24:16.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDDo-n6X49g/TqrJDmCDfSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1bAQTTr1HYA/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDDo-n6X49g/TqrJDmCDfSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1bAQTTr1HYA/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I dropped Haley off at Kindergarten and usually she likes me to watch her play until the bell rings.  We wave and blow kisses to each other.  It has been so fun to have her sweet side shown to me.  Well today I was doing our normal waving and blowing kisses when she approached the fence and told me roll down the window.  I thought she might tell me "Love your Mom"!  Oh no, she told me I needed to leave now, and that I was embarrassing her!!!  I was crushed...she is growing up.  Maybe next week she will need me again.  Who Knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1593515042017512267?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1593515042017512267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/10/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1593515042017512267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1593515042017512267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-uDDo-n6X49g/TqrJDmCDfSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1bAQTTr1HYA/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-72611954621632757</id><published>2011-10-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:28:56.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-72611954621632757?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/72611954621632757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-pictures-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/72611954621632757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/72611954621632757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-pictures-2011.html' title='Family Pictures 2011'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-1200400879298109430</id><published>2011-10-27T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:58:05.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjEC11JKF-E/TqnwDGSlm3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QkefOeOBeY0/s1600/pictures%2Bto%2Badd%2Bto%2Bblog.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjEC11JKF-E/TqnwDGSlm3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QkefOeOBeY0/s400/pictures%2Bto%2Badd%2Bto%2Bblog.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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She said her son has been having a hard time in Jr. High.  He saw Stockton this week in the hall and Stockton stopped to talk to him.  He told Stockton he had been carrying around his band instrument all day and didn't know where he could store it.  Stockton told him come on I'll help you find a place in the band room. This kid I guess was shocked that he would do this so willingly.  She said this made her sons day, and made him feel more comfortable.  She said we should be really proud of what a "GOOD" boy Stockton is.  The more I thought about this is, the more I just am grateful for Stockton.  He has always been the one who helps others, comforts others, and is responsible.  This summer he has had many opportunities to attend camps and AFY.  His testimony has grown so much.  He came home from AFY sharing his testimony on prayer. If we say our personal prayers in the morning and night it keeps Satan away.   I hope and pray that he will continue to be "GOOD".  I am Thankful for my Boy!&lt;br /&gt;                          So cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4wTkzlI_5k/Tmq6PGYWJDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3MDT35SKItE/s1600/IMG_0002-10%2528rev%2B0%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4wTkzlI_5k/Tmq6PGYWJDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3MDT35SKItE/s400/IMG_0002-10%2528rev%2B0%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7124941245995613910?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7124941245995613910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7124941245995613910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7124941245995613910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-good.html' title='Being Good'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-m4wTkzlI_5k/Tmq6PGYWJDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3MDT35SKItE/s72-c/IMG_0002-10%2528rev%2B0%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1224183933919475945</id><published>2011-09-07T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T19:12:51.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet you don't see this everyday...</title><content type='html'>Bet you don't see this in your backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63_SQ3UpNwU/TmgklcoCQ4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/7vWbgeiGhng/s1600/imag0235_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63_SQ3UpNwU/TmgklcoCQ4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/7vWbgeiGhng/s400/imag0235_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1224183933919475945?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1224183933919475945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/09/bet-you-dont-see-this-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1224183933919475945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1224183933919475945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/09/bet-you-dont-see-this-everyday.html' title='Bet you don&apos;t see this everyday...'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-63_SQ3UpNwU/TmgklcoCQ4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/7vWbgeiGhng/s72-c/imag0235_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-7245154499800933524</id><published>2011-09-07T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:53:04.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>We spent Labor Day weekend up at the cabin.  We had a great time riding 4 wheelers, and playing games.  The kids had a blast playing with cousins.  Haley loved having Gabe and Amy's boys there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7245154499800933524?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7245154499800933524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7245154499800933524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7245154499800933524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-4014906904194734257</id><published>2011-09-06T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:11:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>Another year started.  Haley is going to Kindergarten, and she so excited.  Her teacher is Mrs. Johnson and she is so cute with Haley.  Abby has Miss Frish and she couldn't be more thrilled.  Stockton is in 9th grade which I can hardly believe.  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We packed an over night bag and headed up on a 3 hour drive.  We made it there at 9:30 and immediately went swimming until 11:30pm.  The girls loved it. Tuesday morning we drove to Shoshone Falls.  It was beautiful here. 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We went to Casper, Gillette, Riverton and Jackson.  With not much excitement in these little towns, I scrapbooked a lot!  It was so great to be together and just be us. 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Summer continues to keep us busy. &lt;br /&gt;Haley graduated from Preschool, Dance recital,boating with Wes and Kiersten and Youth Conference at Bear Lake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MC2lHhzFPzQ/ThYWxTzM1QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jcst3b5so2o/s1600/img_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MC2lHhzFPzQ/ThYWxTzM1QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jcst3b5so2o/s400/img_0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgr7xgnZiVI/ThYWwXqj6TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mp0kcwTEyic/s1600/img_0099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pgr7xgnZiVI/ThYWwXqj6TI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mp0kcwTEyic/s400/img_0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXrqzmG9vU8/ThYWwp6AdhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XTbhF6f1haQ/s1600/img_0156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXrqzmG9vU8/ThYWwp6AdhI/AAAAAAAAAc0/XTbhF6f1haQ/s400/img_0156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8H4qcKlWun0/ThYWwpWNjCI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pCR8d--2llw/s1600/img_0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8H4qcKlWun0/ThYWwpWNjCI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pCR8d--2llw/s400/img_0203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc5R1Jdc-KQ/ThYWxG87csI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2wfrJ4Rim7c/s1600/img_0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc5R1Jdc-KQ/ThYWxG87csI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2wfrJ4Rim7c/s400/img_0177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-804356449954856730?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/804356449954856730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/804356449954856730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/804356449954856730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-2011.html' title='June 2011'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-MC2lHhzFPzQ/ThYWxTzM1QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jcst3b5so2o/s72-c/img_0223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1107056477583257321</id><published>2011-05-23T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:19:40.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Haley...</title><content type='html'>I am starting to think of Haley going to school next year.  I am so excited for her and me, but also thiking of how fast time goes by.  I can't have anymore kids, and I feel young, so it feels weird that I will be home all alone.  Last monday night for FHE, Mark was giving the lesson out of the WHY book.  The Topic was "Why we shouldn't have tattoos or multiple piercings.  Haley was so intrigued with the pictures of people with tattoos and lots of piercings in the book.  That night she asked to say the prayer. "Heavenly Father, Help us to have a good day tonight, help us to not fight. Please help us not to marry anybody with tattoos and lots of earrings!!!  We couldn't help but laugh during that.  She brings so much life and fun into our family.  I am starting to think I might be really sad when she starts school. Love my babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1107056477583257321?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1107056477583257321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-haley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1107056477583257321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1107056477583257321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-haley.html' title='My Haley...'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-4795510274389468038</id><published>2011-05-23T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:10:03.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for my EYES!</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago my parents told me that for my birthday this year they wanted to pay for Lasik.  I was thrilled at such a generous gift.  Off I went to the Dr. to get measured and ready for lasik.  While there the nurse told me of some concerns with the shape of my eyes, and probably would not be able to have lasik.  We waited for the Dr. to come in and re-measure my eyes.  Sure enough he said I have steep corneas and that one day I would more than likely need a corneal transplant.  He recommended PRK to me, and said this would correct my vision but also keep me from having to have transplants down the road.  We scheduled surgery, and it was the fastest procedure ever.  About 45 seconds in each eye.  It has been a month since surgery and I am seeing fantastic.  The first week was very painful.  I couldn't drive for almost 2 1/2 weeks, which was extremely difficult.  I survived only because of my cute neighbors running carpools for me.  It is so great to wake up in the morning and see the alarm clock.  No more glasses and contacts, no dry eyes!!!! Thanks mom and dad for giving such a wonderful gift to me.  I love you BOTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-4795510274389468038?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4795510274389468038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/05/thankful-for-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4795510274389468038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4795510274389468038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/05/thankful-for-my-eyes.html' title='Thankful for my EYES!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-2884116690410702604</id><published>2011-04-15T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:44:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took Abby up to see the Neurologist at Primary's for her migranes.  He said from everything on the outside she looked great.  We scheduled her for a MRI today. This morning we got to PC at 8:30 and waiting an hour to be seen.  She had a man taking care of her, so of course this made her uneasy! He let her pick out a movie to watch while in the tube.  She did great, but I was a mess watching him strap her down to the table.  He put goggles on her and earphones then started the table into the tube.  I felt claustrophobic just watching.  The test covered three areas, which lasted 45 minutes.  She did great, and now hoping by Monday we will know the results.  She has been such a trooper through all these Dr. appts.  She gets really scared that something is seriously wrong, but we keep reassuring her everything is ok.  We are praying we will know how to help her soon.  It's really exhausting for all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2884116690410702604?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2884116690410702604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/mri.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2884116690410702604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2884116690410702604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/mri.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-6389844591797686994</id><published>2011-04-10T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:52:26.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet!</title><content type='html'>Haley:  Hey, dad let's measure our feet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I have a five mile foot and you have a ten mile foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy things this chicky girl thinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-6389844591797686994?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6389844591797686994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6389844591797686994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6389844591797686994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/feet.html' title='Feet!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-7171220762900835547</id><published>2011-04-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:17:50.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have tried to plan some day activities with our kids this week due to Spring Break.&amp;nbsp; Today we went to the Zoo with some neighbor friends.&amp;nbsp; The weather was great, and the kids had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RfzAS42xk/TZuv5sQ5tgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ORxYDNIh2-g/s1600/image+2011-5-5+0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RfzAS42xk/TZuv5sQ5tgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ORxYDNIh2-g/s640/image+2011-5-5+0002.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stockton was such a big helper with all the little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUpgzP7MSsg/TZuv7Z4jZlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/MVo-hrTu-OY/s1600/image+2011-5-5+0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUpgzP7MSsg/TZuv7Z4jZlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/MVo-hrTu-OY/s640/image+2011-5-5+0003.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarah, Karly Bretzing, Haley and Mya Leukenga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-368ebYy2hdw/TZuv8nMFFXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OP2NWOWMMU8/s1600/image+2011-5-5+0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-368ebYy2hdw/TZuv8nMFFXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OP2NWOWMMU8/s640/image+2011-5-5+0004.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cute Abby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ma-SEQn4DQU/TZuv9sohe2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/vkCjbHH_38w/s1600/image+2011-5-5+0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ma-SEQn4DQU/TZuv9sohe2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/vkCjbHH_38w/s640/image+2011-5-5+0005.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trev and Stock were buddies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq7BCABGhuI/TZuv_O2i37I/AAAAAAAAAcM/BKkFpYs_P_Y/s1600/image+2011-5-5+0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq7BCABGhuI/TZuv_O2i37I/AAAAAAAAAcM/BKkFpYs_P_Y/s640/image+2011-5-5+0006.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The whole crew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Jlw8ME6-s/TZuv4EcIQPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/b6VSxs9Iuq4/s1600/image+2011-5-5+0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Jlw8ME6-s/TZuv4EcIQPI/AAAAAAAAAb4/b6VSxs9Iuq4/s640/image+2011-5-5+0001.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cute Haley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7171220762900835547?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7171220762900835547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7171220762900835547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7171220762900835547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/04/zoo.html' title='ZOO'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-H2RfzAS42xk/TZuv5sQ5tgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ORxYDNIh2-g/s72-c/image+2011-5-5+0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3771283674061933417</id><published>2011-03-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:16:25.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-School</title><content type='html'>I got a phone call from Haley's pre-school teacher telling me of this conversation yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mary:&amp;nbsp; We are going to have our graduation on the last day of school.&amp;nbsp; We want you to invite your parents and grandparents.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Well, that won't work cause my grandpa is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mary: Well Haley do you have other grandma's and grandpa's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;H:&amp;nbsp; I have 1 grandma and 1 Maw-Maw and a Paw-Paw.&amp;nbsp; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mary :&amp;nbsp; What's a Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H:&amp;nbsp; Miss Mary you are silly. They are my mom's grandparents!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mary was confused and wanted to make sure Haley was ok that her Grandpa couldn't come.&amp;nbsp; She said Haley was all teared up talking about him.&amp;nbsp; I love that she talks about and thinks she knows her Grandpa. She never met him.&amp;nbsp; I like to believe they were pals in heaven.&amp;nbsp; She continues to keep us busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3771283674061933417?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3771283674061933417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/pre-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3771283674061933417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3771283674061933417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/pre-school.html' title='Pre-School'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8404884842630188595</id><published>2011-03-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:56:33.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Monday</title><content type='html'>I have a list of things to be thankful for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that Abby's long awaited cardiologist appointment is this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for many friends who have helped me out this week with sick kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my hubby and willingness to help me with everything I ask or need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for dear friends who are moving back to Utah and are building a home in West Kaysville.&amp;nbsp; So grateful to get to spend some time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful Stockton is playing the bass clarinet now.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't squeak anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continually thankful for Haley's embarrassing comments to anyone who is listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8404884842630188595?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8404884842630188595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankful-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8404884842630188595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8404884842630188595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankful-monday.html' title='Thankful Monday'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-1736538965448255016</id><published>2011-02-22T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:07:51.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings..</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I have been dealing with some left over feelings of a bad situation that happened this past summer.&amp;nbsp; I have prayed and prayed, and just haven't felt the peace I needed too.&amp;nbsp; I thought I had worked out everything that I needed too.&amp;nbsp; Shortly after this situation I was told something that hurt to the core.&amp;nbsp; Never in my life have I ever been through anything like this or want to go through it again.&amp;nbsp; My friend Jen has a compilation of thoughts and scriptures that she let me read.&amp;nbsp; There was a quote that said " Picture your problem, now put it in your hands.&amp;nbsp; Close your eyes and hand it over to the Lord".&amp;nbsp; I quickly realized that this is what I must do.&amp;nbsp; I turned it over to Heavenly Father.&amp;nbsp; I feel the peace that I desired.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful for that little quote and reminder.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful for the peace of the gospel.&amp;nbsp; I know that trials will come big and small and hopefully we can continue to hand them over to the Lord.&amp;nbsp; I love my life, and I am so blessed to have Mark.&amp;nbsp; He is so great to me.&amp;nbsp; He is always striving to make me happy.&amp;nbsp; I love his smile, and his laughter can brighten up a room.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I would love him more than I did when we got married, but everyday I love him more.&amp;nbsp; I love the kind of dad he is.&amp;nbsp; He spends hour and hours playing with our kids.&amp;nbsp; He is awesome!&amp;nbsp; He constantly reminds me that "Life is to short, so don't stress."&amp;nbsp; I hope that quote will help someone along the way.&amp;nbsp; This is what I know! This is how I feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1736538965448255016?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1736538965448255016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1736538965448255016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1736538965448255016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings..'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-6568438011235269885</id><published>2011-02-15T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:50:35.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5lucC-5E7o/TVrWhq_jV_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/rd32yRBcMeg/s1600/img_0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5lucC-5E7o/TVrWhq_jV_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/rd32yRBcMeg/s320/img_0056.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_NqYIFfvto/TVrWoNSBSuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ellvVoChOxM/s1600/img_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_NqYIFfvto/TVrWoNSBSuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ellvVoChOxM/s320/img_0058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Valentine's Day at our house was very simple.&amp;nbsp; We decorated the table and bought a heart shaped pizza!&amp;nbsp; Very Simple, but a great time to be with our kids.&amp;nbsp; Pizza by candlelight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Haley said to me "Mom why did the reindeer shoot people with arrows"?&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; couldn't figure out what she was talking about.&amp;nbsp; She then sang "You know dasher and dancer, prancer, comet, cupid"&amp;nbsp; Aa HA!!! She was thinking cupid the reindeer instead of the Valentine's Love Cupid.&amp;nbsp; We had a little talk!&amp;nbsp; She is always thinking up the craziest things!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the words of my cute neighbor "Love her guts".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-6568438011235269885?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6568438011235269885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6568438011235269885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6568438011235269885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-I5lucC-5E7o/TVrWhq_jV_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/rd32yRBcMeg/s72-c/img_0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1292788902797374165</id><published>2011-02-14T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:46:14.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie</title><content type='html'>The day finally arrived for the much anticipated show.&amp;nbsp; The girls could hardly contain their excitement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They have worked so hard on this little show for 5 months.&amp;nbsp; After the first 2 months of rehersals, half of the cast quit.&amp;nbsp; This was so stressful on the cute little 12 &amp;amp;13 year old directors.&amp;nbsp; They asked Abby if her little sister could be Molly.&amp;nbsp; Knowing full well Haley would be a handful for them, I told them no.&amp;nbsp; After a month of searching for a "Molly" I decided I would let Haley go to one rehersal just to see if it would work.&amp;nbsp; They called after and begged me to let her.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad I did.&amp;nbsp; She loved it!&amp;nbsp; It gave me a break..WIN WIN for all!&amp;nbsp; She stole the show with her expressions &amp;amp; sassy voice.&amp;nbsp; She even stole some of Abby's lines.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to all who came and supported our girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jua6DMcacYc/TVmUJ1ZhlKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/XF9awP1flFw/s1600/img_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qhLeYJ6Nl90/TVmUbkgxxAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/H_9m2iCxcgM/s320/img_0051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1292788902797374165?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1292788902797374165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/annie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1292788902797374165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1292788902797374165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/annie.html' title='Annie'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-jua6DMcacYc/TVmUJ1ZhlKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/XF9awP1flFw/s72-c/img_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3310449521374076953</id><published>2011-02-14T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:35:50.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5LLTlyakqU/TVmPc_tL7HI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PfB92KKhXfg/s1600/img_0152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5LLTlyakqU/TVmPc_tL7HI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PfB92KKhXfg/s320/img_0152.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We suprised our kids this year with a trip to Disneyland with 22 people total in the party.&amp;nbsp; Terry&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Cyrrena, Tami &amp;amp; Rob and Wayne &amp;amp; Melinda all came. This was the only way to go to Disneyland.&amp;nbsp; The kids loved being with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley especially loved the older cousins because they packed her around and gave in to her every request!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdFrRKJzgS4/TVmPkgVnLiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7TiAAO4LmjE/s1600/img_0131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdFrRKJzgS4/TVmPkgVnLiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7TiAAO4LmjE/s320/img_0131.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We decorated our cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a day off from Disneyland to go&amp;nbsp; to Universal Studios.&amp;nbsp; The Grinch was hirlarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZYLULaT2NI/TVmPs2QeGvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/N4Ps1uHwK8o/s1600/img_0193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZYLULaT2NI/TVmPs2QeGvI/AAAAAAAAAbM/N4Ps1uHwK8o/s320/img_0193.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meeting Shrek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzPnJwMqTBg/TVmP26wDiLI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ank7HkE-LxI/s1600/img_0195_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzPnJwMqTBg/TVmP26wDiLI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ank7HkE-LxI/s320/img_0195_0001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are piled in the Shuttle with the Madsen's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AZ8Aq-jxdA/TVmP-b5jQLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rFOJkGqZc_I/s1600/img_0255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AZ8Aq-jxdA/TVmP-b5jQLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rFOJkGqZc_I/s320/img_0255.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzwap2XXJFQ/TVmPR-V6OJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qUhj0bAlwFU/s1600/img_0140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas decor was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3310449521374076953?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3310449521374076953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3310449521374076953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3310449521374076953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/-E5LLTlyakqU/TVmPc_tL7HI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PfB92KKhXfg/s72-c/img_0152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-4839265198447723350</id><published>2010-12-10T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T11:57:39.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of concerts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Haley had her first dance recital last night at Northridge High School. She did so great. We couldn't believe she actually danced every step. Right before she went on stage she said "I'm not dancing." We were so proud of her. Grandma Welch, and Mama and Papa came to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJHznBBU9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/11ED3Ni1Fl8/s1600/img_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJHznBBU9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/11ED3Ni1Fl8/s400/img_0011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What a beautiful Ballerina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJJ2UV2rEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8XyEE5GEOYg/s1600/img_0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJJ2UV2rEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8XyEE5GEOYg/s400/img_0015.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;He knows when you are sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJLeb7_ffI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2NmPgGug3pE/s1600/img_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJLeb7_ffI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2NmPgGug3pE/s320/img_0022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maya and Haley, cute little Dolls..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJNILfypDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zMGfTd1wW_U/s1600/img_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJNILfypDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zMGfTd1wW_U/s320/img_0023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Santa's Maya and Haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e80ffa339417361" 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://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e80ffa339417361%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D359F160AA2ECB942CBB99E38B0A91FCECCB9CF3B.4A04F9FF869864F6B6177A7147C4544DA6EB5B12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e80ffa339417361%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWueNWBMR_Aqm6DZPOE-ZRuh-2yI&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://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e80ffa339417361%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D359F160AA2ECB942CBB99E38B0A91FCECCB9CF3B.4A04F9FF869864F6B6177A7147C4544DA6EB5B12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e80ffa339417361%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWueNWBMR_Aqm6DZPOE-ZRuh-2yI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJXBbnmWrI/AAAAAAAAAak/cgiy6SKPpAw/s1600/img_0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJXBbnmWrI/AAAAAAAAAak/cgiy6SKPpAw/s320/img_0027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Blowing kisses to all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Off we ran to Stockton's concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQMc2KWosII/AAAAAAAAAas/0lrETikcTy8/s1600/img_0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQMc2KWosII/AAAAAAAAAas/0lrETikcTy8/s320/img_0037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stockton's band was awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQMfGAfQMTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1qFYLkJpA4o/s1600/img_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQMfGAfQMTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1qFYLkJpA4o/s320/img_0035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had such a fun time watching our kids!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-4839265198447723350?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4839265198447723350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-of-concerts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4839265198447723350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4839265198447723350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-of-concerts.html' title='A night of concerts'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/TQJHznBBU9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/11ED3Ni1Fl8/s72-c/img_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8962084793058465513</id><published>2010-12-06T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:32:22.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Addison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We went to Bountiful last night to visit Grandma.&amp;nbsp; Haley was playing with the barbies on the floor.&amp;nbsp; She was in a crazy, silly mood which was great.&amp;nbsp; She untied Wayne's shoes, and hid Clark's shoes.&amp;nbsp; Then she turned her attention to Addison who was laying on the floor.&amp;nbsp; She was dressing and undressing the barbies.&amp;nbsp; She said quietly to Addison "do you know what these are called"&amp;nbsp; "barbie's boobs."&amp;nbsp; I need Addison to verify her exact words..&amp;nbsp; He was laughing so hard at Haley.&amp;nbsp; She is so naughty!!&amp;nbsp; I love that she can embarrass other people too.&amp;nbsp; She is crazy, adorable and naughty all in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8962084793058465513?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8962084793058465513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/poor-addison.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8962084793058465513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8962084793058465513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/poor-addison.html' title='Poor Addison'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-505794615039314115</id><published>2010-12-06T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:25:54.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I looked at Mark last night on his birthday and for the first time in our married life I realized that I am truly HAPPY!&amp;nbsp; What a great feeling it is to be truly happy.&amp;nbsp; I feel so blessed to have a fantastic husband who loves me.&amp;nbsp; I have three children you bring me much happiness and sadness all at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I finally realized that life is to short to complain and not be happy.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to be stuck in a rut..and let each day pass me by.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday in RS Michelle my neighbor was talking about her little girl going into kidney failure a year ago.&amp;nbsp; She realize that nothing else mattered except getting Maya better.&amp;nbsp; She had been offended by someone and she had to forgive that person.&amp;nbsp; She said she immediately forgave and that she had a new perspective.&amp;nbsp; I thought about all the people I have offended and how I have been offended.&amp;nbsp; I hope anyone I have offended will forgive me and I am doing the same.&amp;nbsp; Life is too short.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I am Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-505794615039314115?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/505794615039314115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/505794615039314115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/505794615039314115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m Happy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-1830567914588357282</id><published>2010-12-01T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:31:13.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativities or Activities?</title><content type='html'>I watched my friends twin boys yesterday.&amp;nbsp; They came over at 7:00am which is super early at our house.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to keep Haley asleep because she would've been grumpy waking that early.&amp;nbsp; As I was helping to get the boys shoes untied I was telling one of them we needed to be quiet because Haley was asleep and Chan said "No she's not."&amp;nbsp; Anyway Haley was standing there wide awake with a HUGE smile on her face.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited they were here to play.&amp;nbsp; She showed them the Christmas trees then walked over to my Willow Tree Nativity and said "We can't touch this because it's my moms SPECIAL ACTIVITY!"&amp;nbsp; So Cute..&amp;nbsp; so they followed her over and just looked at it and started talking about baby Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I love how innocent children are.&amp;nbsp; They knew more about the manger scene than I would've thought.&amp;nbsp; So now I am trying to teach Haley they are Nativities..maybe I will just let her call them Activities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1830567914588357282?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1830567914588357282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/nativities-or-activities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1830567914588357282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1830567914588357282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/12/nativities-or-activities.html' title='Nativities or Activities?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-7133557289613253376</id><published>2010-11-28T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:17:53.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time on this Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; We had it with the Welch side.&amp;nbsp; We are so lucky to have Terry and Cyrrena's&amp;nbsp; basement that can fit our family in it.&amp;nbsp; This year going around the table to say what we were thankful got a little teary eyed for all of us.&amp;nbsp; I love this time of year when we can really express our thanks to and with people we love.&amp;nbsp; I have so much to be thankful for this year.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed with a awesome family.&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to have a kind, loving husband who loves me.&amp;nbsp; He is always aware of my needs and is so willing to help take away any burdens.&amp;nbsp; My kids are growing up with kind and loving hearts.&amp;nbsp; They bring so much joy into our home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Stockton, Mark and I spoke in sacrament meeting on "What Matters Most."&amp;nbsp; This was the perfect topic to talk on.&amp;nbsp; We both enjoyed studying for our talks.&amp;nbsp; I think they went okay.&amp;nbsp; We talked&amp;nbsp; a lot of "TIME" and how important spending time with our family really is, and that life is too short.&amp;nbsp; I am also thankful for friends.&amp;nbsp; I hope you each know how important you are in my life.&amp;nbsp; I love that I can call any of you and you are right here to help and support me.&amp;nbsp; Friends are so important!&amp;nbsp; I am also so grateful for my extended family.&amp;nbsp; I have great sis-in-laws..I love that we can be friends and do things together.&amp;nbsp; I learn so much from all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7133557289613253376?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7133557289613253376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7133557289613253376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7133557289613253376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-4002953294759294740</id><published>2010-11-22T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:54:38.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom is medium!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Well we all know Haley's quirky personality right?&amp;nbsp; She has decided to become more out spoken lately about her mom.&amp;nbsp; So a few weeks ago at the store she piped up and told the lady at the cashier just as loud as she could, "My mom is medium."&amp;nbsp; I said what does that mean?&amp;nbsp; She proceeded to say she's not skinny or fat she's medium.&amp;nbsp; My face was bright red and I really wanted to crawl in a hole.&amp;nbsp; After we got in the car I told her that sometimes things we say can embarrass people, and that she embarrassed me.&amp;nbsp; She said sorry.&amp;nbsp; Later that night the phone rang and she ran as fast as she could and I heard her say, " Yeah my mom is here and did you know that&amp;nbsp;she is medium."&amp;nbsp; Well this has gone on a lot.&amp;nbsp; I have learned too laugh about this.&amp;nbsp; At least she doesn't say I'm fat!&amp;nbsp; I love this little stinker.&amp;nbsp; She has taught me to swallow any pride I have and roll with the flow.&amp;nbsp; We are all about her time in our house.&amp;nbsp; She rules the roost.&amp;nbsp; Heavenly Father knew she would be this strong personality and knew there could be no more spirits sent to us.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to the next embarrassing words she has up her sleeve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-4002953294759294740?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4002953294759294740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-mom-is-medium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4002953294759294740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4002953294759294740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-mom-is-medium.html' title='My mom is medium!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-427242518496258248</id><published>2010-11-22T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:42:19.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to time out for women this last weekend with my sis-in-laws and Wanee.&amp;nbsp; This was such a wonderful experience.&amp;nbsp; I was so uplifted which is just what I needed.&amp;nbsp; The theme was "HOPE".&amp;nbsp; Some of my favorite quotes are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;See a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Selective Neglect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Motherhood is like getting pecked by a duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Survial is sucess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus doesn't make up the difference, He makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We are not earning our way to heaven, we are preparing our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Get your hopes up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be your best kind of mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't worry about the worst thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be the change you want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I think this may be&amp;nbsp;a tradition from now on to go with my family to time out for women.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-427242518496258248?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/427242518496258248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-out-for-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/427242518496258248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/427242518496258248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-out-for-women.html' title='Time out for Women'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-8813522950657098103</id><published>2010-11-18T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:32:40.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louisiana Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVghC_--II/AAAAAAAAAZw/0YXKJFiX9PQ/s1600/img_0361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVghC_--II/AAAAAAAAAZw/0YXKJFiX9PQ/s320/img_0361.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and Mom invited us to go on a trip to LA, all expenses paid.&amp;nbsp; So we jumped at the chance to go HOME.&amp;nbsp; We had such a great time being together and sharing stories and laughing.&amp;nbsp; The main purpose was to watch the LSU vs. Alabama game. We toured the LSU campus which was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; Check out the trees!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some of us flew into New Orleans and toured there first.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing how bad some places are down there&amp;nbsp;still because of Katrina.&amp;nbsp; We drove through the lower wards where the worst flooding happened.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There are stills X's on the houses with numbers marking the dead.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Grandma Welch and Holly came to stay with the kids.&amp;nbsp; They did great!&amp;nbsp; When we got home Haley said "You need to go back where you came from and let Grandma stay"."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVgykQGXtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/V2dZ_XCrAu8/s1600/img_0356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVgykQGXtI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/V2dZ_XCrAu8/s320/img_0356.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Janene &amp;amp; I shopping at the LSU store. We had to buy shirts for the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVhKUxWIxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/soPE1mEy7TU/s1600/img_0358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVhKUxWIxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/soPE1mEy7TU/s320/img_0358.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mark in the courtyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVgLy-uM1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/an64OR68HCs/s1600/img_0350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVgLy-uM1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/an64OR68HCs/s320/img_0350.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8813522950657098103?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8813522950657098103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/dad-and-mom-invited-us-to-go-on-trip-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8813522950657098103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8813522950657098103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/11/dad-and-mom-invited-us-to-go-on-trip-to.html' title='Louisiana Trip'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/TOVghC_--II/AAAAAAAAAZw/0YXKJFiX9PQ/s72-c/img_0361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-6285607619222312515</id><published>2010-10-30T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:58:31.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our Halloween party at Sandy's today. It was filled with tons of fun games. The kids had a blast.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMzXh5pgq3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/K-msjZ99RvU/s1600/img_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534035019542080370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMzXh5pgq3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/K-msjZ99RvU/s400/img_0083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley enjoying doughnuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMzXhW21PMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uz2KpKF5vLM/s1600/img_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534035010202713282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMzXhW21PMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uz2KpKF5vLM/s400/img_0064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The egg game! We cracked eggs in their hands, needless to say they screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534034994675495250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMzXgdA2sVI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GYNfDfaRCQ8/s400/img_0002.jpg" /&gt;Haley and Savannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534034989843705074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMzXgLA3bPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/uQWduClK2rE/s400/img_0001.jpg" /&gt;Abby is a dead Cheerleader!&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/215996705707177328-6285607619222312515?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6285607619222312515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6285607619222312515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6285607619222312515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMzXh5pgq3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/K-msjZ99RvU/s72-c/img_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-2816808887753774604</id><published>2010-10-29T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:10:10.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise trip</title><content type='html'>Mark asked if I would go to Boise with him on a business trip this week. I was excited to get away for a night. It was long boring ride with nothing beautiful to see. I did love being able to trap him in the car and talk his head off about things I wanted to talk about. He was so patient with me when I made him stop for many bathroom breaks. I can't seem to hold my bladder very long these days! I am so blessed with awesome friends to help me with Haley so I could go on this trip. You guys are the best! My cute mom came up to stay with the kids, and they loved every minute of having her here with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had so many people we love move away this year. The girls have struggled with this and we are so glad to have skpe! Abby gets to talk to Baylee and they pick up just where they let off. Haley misses HER NIKKI and Darrin everyday. She wants them to move back to Farmington!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2816808887753774604?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2816808887753774604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/boise-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2816808887753774604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2816808887753774604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/boise-trip.html' title='Boise trip'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-2509720074365787957</id><published>2010-10-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:04:19.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it again!</title><content type='html'>Well I did it again! I let myself get behind again. Here's a quick overview of the last few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeT2JOpqrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ED4FrZ9_JfU/s1600/img_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532553225647532722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeT2JOpqrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ED4FrZ9_JfU/s400/img_0319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; June:  Last day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeT14YBPrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yRAVSfnKMSk/s1600/img_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532553221123423922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeT14YBPrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yRAVSfnKMSk/s400/img_0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; July:  We had a Primary Trek!  It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeT1o3bW0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/vuFR3PSQC4s/s1600/img_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532553216960191298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeT1o3bW0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/vuFR3PSQC4s/s400/img_0082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley loved her Ma &amp;amp; Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeTcK96bkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dZ8_cjrGKCQ/s1600/dsc03342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552779437600322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeTcK96bkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dZ8_cjrGKCQ/s400/dsc03342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stockton went to scout camp at Bear Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeTIoUQvfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H9Bar8JhrVQ/s1600/img_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552443718581746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeTIoUQvfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H9Bar8JhrVQ/s400/img_0199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:  Abby was in the King and I through Farmington City.  She did a great job as one of the Princesses.  We were so proud of her.  I was in charge of the make-up.  It was a lot of time and late nights.  I loved every minute of my time with Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeTIRQsEOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pky1Y9x_3Gg/s1600/img_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532552437529579746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeTIRQsEOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pky1Y9x_3Gg/s400/img_0197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR4o7vvyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f0oxTOd-K-I/s1600/img_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532551069494656802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR4o7vvyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f0oxTOd-K-I/s400/img_0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR4N_nHxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Am3HBsxZA0M/s1600/img_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532551062263111442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR4N_nHxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Am3HBsxZA0M/s400/img_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR33S4RTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lnvHDj3REis/s1600/img_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532551056169911602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR33S4RTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lnvHDj3REis/s400/img_0221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August: Stockton's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR3RxOekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oSu-bfbf-3A/s1600/img_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532551046096648770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR3RxOekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oSu-bfbf-3A/s400/img_0246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a week up at Bear Lake!  I can't find the portable cameras that had all our pictures on it.  It was a great relaxing week.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR2-UHBQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/iIwVwTM52Es/s1600/img_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532551040874251522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeR2-UHBQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/iIwVwTM52Es/s400/img_0238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQ9JguImI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jxPGUrbXqFs/s1600/img_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532550047447523938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQ9JguImI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jxPGUrbXqFs/s400/img_0024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQ86oTdfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/oeaxQzQUTYo/s1600/img_0023_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532550043452798450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQ86oTdfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/oeaxQzQUTYo/s400/img_0023_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October:  I love my flower beds in the fall.  I decided to put Haley out and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQj4SpQWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Eyf21h41Onc/s1600/img_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532549613328351586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQj4SpQWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Eyf21h41Onc/s400/img_0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQjTVRV6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/45b9uExKtUU/s1600/img_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532549603407255458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeQjTVRV6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/45b9uExKtUU/s400/img_0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy Family night carving pumpkins.  Check out these faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeP6bqj5YI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hf5ZVBb_X28/s1600/img_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532548901269398914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeP6bqj5YI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hf5ZVBb_X28/s400/img_0060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeP5utA0WI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/TTmQ_z0JcUg/s1600/img_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532548889200087394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeP5utA0WI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/TTmQ_z0JcUg/s400/img_0057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had 20 pumpkins in our little garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMePcDkGJJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bSugOdgYW_Q/s1600/img_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532548379403756690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMePcDkGJJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bSugOdgYW_Q/s400/img_0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532547478639770210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeOnn9OemI/AAAAAAAAAWA/IStOZa8ZHoM/s400/dsc03342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeN3LawdaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IhqLMRsnj7o/s1600/img_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532546646345282978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeN3LawdaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IhqLMRsnj7o/s400/img_0319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have promised myself over and over that I won't let myself get so far behind again. Well I did it again. So I will just do a quick overview of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;June- School was over Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stockton and Mark went to scout camp up at Bear Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2509720074365787957?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2509720074365787957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-did-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2509720074365787957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2509720074365787957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-did-it-again.html' title='I did it again!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/TMeT2JOpqrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ED4FrZ9_JfU/s72-c/img_0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-2265085140421966278</id><published>2010-10-18T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:07:49.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;They say everlasting friends can go long periods of time without speaking and never question the friendship. These types of friends can pickup and talk just like it was yesterday, regardless of how long it has been or how far away they live and they don't hold grudges.  They understand how busy life gets, and that you will always love them no matter what....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have so many friends like this in my life&lt;/span&gt; and I truly do love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2265085140421966278?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2265085140421966278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2265085140421966278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2265085140421966278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/10/great-thought.html' title='Great thought!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-3370823705175945573</id><published>2010-08-27T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:59:04.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3370823705175945573?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3370823705175945573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-of-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3370823705175945573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3370823705175945573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-3059720125748327440</id><published>2010-05-10T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:34:26.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a purpose..</title><content type='html'>Last night I started thinking about the primary song "My life is a gift". Four years ago I was the pianist in primary in our Layton ward. At the time we were trying to have a baby. I had just gone through a six month period of AI and tried invitro. The doctors at the fertility clinic told us that invitro would be our only hope of having a baby. I remember like it was yesterday when the Dr. called and said the embryos didn't implant. I felt so hopeless, and just didn't want to go on any longer. That Sunday as I played that song in primary my heart was so full of hope. "My life is a Gift, my life has a plan, my life has a purpose in Heaven it began. My choice was to come to this lovely place on earth." I knew then that my Life was a gift from Heavenly Father, and it was his plan for me to come to earth and accept and overcome the trials given to me. He knew I could and would overcome these. My purpose is to be a wife and a mother. I knew I would have such a great purpose in helping to care for other people's children. I have served in the Primary for 10 years now. I love my nephews and nieces, friends kids etc. I chose to come to earth. I knew I had to pray and to work to feel like I was worth something. That Sunday night Mark gave me a blessing and he said." If you have FAITH, miracles will happens. I was so confused why he said what he did. I just wanted a blessing of comfort. A month later I found out I was pregnant with Haley. A six year space with trials one after another, but I had faith. I realized that Heavenly Father's plan was different than mine was. He knew I needed six years between my girls because he knew Haley was a very, very strong spirit and would challenge me everyday. I am grateful now that I can look back at things and realize that the plan was always in place for me, and Heavenly Father knew I would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last several months I have had to deal with some more trials in my life and I can still relate this song to so many of them. I am so grateful for my family, and for their examples to me. I have great friends who love and support me through good and bad times. Most importantly, I have the best husband who is my best friend. He is always there for me, and loves me. We have been together for a very long time and without him I wouldn't be the person I am today. I love him with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3059720125748327440?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3059720125748327440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-purpose.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3059720125748327440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3059720125748327440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-purpose.html' title='I have a purpose..'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-8130733777776631209</id><published>2010-05-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:40:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby and Macy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have a friend in our ward who is so talented.  She knits bows and hats among alot of other cute things.  She asked Abby to come model them with her daughter Macy.  Abby was in heaven.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdHGpiuDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lkO6uTMqN9I/s1600/abby5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468598224159946802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdHGpiuDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lkO6uTMqN9I/s400/abby5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdGq1xeGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xZaBejqgcn0/s1600/abby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468598216695052386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdGq1xeGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xZaBejqgcn0/s400/abby4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Macy and Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdF7H9w-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/c1AoWP5_Jr8/s1600/abby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468598203886453730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdF7H9w-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/c1AoWP5_Jr8/s400/abby3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every little girl should have one or more of these hats&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdFZ_aU2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/usykV0mlaTM/s1600/abby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468598194992206690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdFZ_aU2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/usykV0mlaTM/s400/abby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdEvKXJ_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/MZ6kzTbb-uw/s1600/abby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468598183495411698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdEvKXJ_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/MZ6kzTbb-uw/s400/abby1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Peggy for making a little girl so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8130733777776631209?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8130733777776631209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/abby-and-macy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8130733777776631209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8130733777776631209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/05/abby-and-macy.html' title='Abby and Macy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/S-RdHGpiuDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lkO6uTMqN9I/s72-c/abby5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1708345935746977621</id><published>2010-04-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:42:33.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley's Happenings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S9Pj9YmAXJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/RzGAQ4JyZo8/s1600/IMG_0217-1(rev+0).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S9PjFwPpY8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/XjgVC_kMkIg/s1600/Storybook0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S9PdHqaoCoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JIELO-6YGRQ/s1600/Export_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463953896645331586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S9PdHqaoCoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JIELO-6YGRQ/s320/Export_0691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley has quite the vocabulary and some crazy sounds for letters. Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl=girlay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;store=sto-e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there=they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;where=way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;water=wat-A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She call her friends- Chandler=Chandlay Trevor=Trev-A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her behavior has been so good the last 2 weeks. She has started saying "Ilove you mommy" She isn't getting frustrated so easily. She loves to play with all the neighbor kids. I feel like I am getting my daughter back. What a different a few weeks can make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Stockton and Haley to Chili's for dinner last night. Haley looks up at the TV and there was a basketball game on. She said, "look mommy it's daddies favorite show!" I said yes, you are right. After dinner we went shopping for clothes for Stockton. He is growing like a weed. He has grown 4 sizes since November. My baby boy is almost taller than me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we took the kids to see the Lion King. We had three Nephews in the play. Savanna Shaw had been playing at our house and wanted to go with us too. We all loaded in the van and went. They kids loved the play. On our way home Haley asked if Savanna could have a sleepover. Savanna said, "my mommy said I can only have sleepovers with cousins". Haley then said, "I AM A COUSIN". How cute is that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday Haley says new and exciting words. I love this lively, cute little girl. She is becoming so fun, and I am loving to be with her more and more. Haley thanks for being my girl!&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/215996705707177328-1708345935746977621?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1708345935746977621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/haleys-happenings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1708345935746977621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1708345935746977621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/haleys-happenings.html' title='Haley&apos;s Happenings!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/S9PdHqaoCoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JIELO-6YGRQ/s72-c/Export_0691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-7831230934930070781</id><published>2010-04-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:19:29.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laptop</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago I took my Laptop in to add memory to it.  Saturday night we went to pick it up and they told us that it was recalled and wouldn't except any extra memory.  They suggested we buy a new one and not waste any money on the old one.  We went to Best Buy and purchased a new Laptop.  I am thrilled to have a working computer.  Our neighbor was so nice to help install our old programs and getting my scrapbook program working.  We pulled out all our leftovers and combined everything and came up with a yummy dinner.  We played catch phrase and laughed at Abby trying to describe things with her hands.  It was a late night, but a very fun one.  Thanks again Sawyer's, you are awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7831230934930070781?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7831230934930070781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-laptop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7831230934930070781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7831230934930070781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-laptop.html' title='New Laptop'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-252271236475306041</id><published>2010-03-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:32:20.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's Blog</title><content type='html'>Check out Abby's new blog Abbylouw.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;We set this up all day on Saturday.  She is so proud that she can blog now, and share her thoughts and talents.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-252271236475306041?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/252271236475306041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/abbys-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/252271236475306041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/252271236475306041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/abbys-blog.html' title='Abby&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-6530992837511268045</id><published>2010-03-07T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:29:42.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haley speaking spanish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S5R8wr_DANI/AAAAAAAAATo/V4COUmSh6W8/s1600-h/DSC02800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446115025280499922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S5R8wr_DANI/AAAAAAAAATo/V4COUmSh6W8/s320/DSC02800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Haley and I were making lunch, and she was helping me slice the tomatoes. This was our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;H- Mom I can say tomato is Spanish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;me- Oh really, how do you say it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;H- Pineapple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;She is so funny. Dora is her favorite show and she says Hola, and counts to five in spanish. She decided to try out some other words I guess. Who knew potato, patato- tomato, pineapple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-6530992837511268045?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6530992837511268045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/haley-speaking-spanish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6530992837511268045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6530992837511268045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/03/haley-speaking-spanish.html' title='Haley speaking spanish?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/S5R8wr_DANI/AAAAAAAAATo/V4COUmSh6W8/s72-c/DSC02800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-5673066086353246778</id><published>2010-01-14T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:42:00.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-PQe_7WXI/AAAAAAAAATg/8h5FlaAyVTk/s1600-h/IMG_0286_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426713589366610290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-PQe_7WXI/AAAAAAAAATg/8h5FlaAyVTk/s320/IMG_0286_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-PPzDyW6I/AAAAAAAAATY/A88cDOeI_lk/s1600-h/IMG_0268_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426713577571638178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-PPzDyW6I/AAAAAAAAATY/A88cDOeI_lk/s320/IMG_0268_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-PPcZO6iI/AAAAAAAAATQ/P2VoBiCvsA0/s1600-h/IMG_0269_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426713571487574562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-PPcZO6iI/AAAAAAAAATQ/P2VoBiCvsA0/s320/IMG_0269_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Christmas time it is my favorite holiday. This year we really tried to talk more about the true meaning of Christmas. Every night before going to bed Haley and I sang Away in the Manger. She would stop me every so often ask questions like: Why didn't Mary have a blanket to put on her baby? Why didn't they give the baby a bed? She really was interested in learning more about baby Jesus. She knows the words now to Away in the Manger and when given the chance she will sing it over and over again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a tradition in the Welch family to act out the Nativity. We usually have several Mary's this year was no exception. Haley was Mary this year and so proud of that. She rocked her baby Jesus and kissed him all while sucking her thumb. Jane shared her thoughts about her trip to where Jesus was born. While she was telling her story Haley sat mesmerized at stareing at her with big bright eyes. It was so cute to watch her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas. Everyone got what they wanted, and the best part is we were all together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-5673066086353246778?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5673066086353246778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5673066086353246778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5673066086353246778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-PQe_7WXI/AAAAAAAAATg/8h5FlaAyVTk/s72-c/IMG_0286_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3519640069953781496</id><published>2010-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:46:06.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribbean Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-IVan5vzI/AAAAAAAAATI/YkT7ZFgLaWY/s1600-h/IMG_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705977510051634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-IVan5vzI/AAAAAAAAATI/YkT7ZFgLaWY/s320/IMG_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-IU5m6AAI/AAAAAAAAATA/tTtalwc2pbo/s1600-h/IMG_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705968647503874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-IU5m6AAI/AAAAAAAAATA/tTtalwc2pbo/s320/IMG_0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-IUb4A3PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4KiOwezuWoM/s1600-h/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705960666193138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-IUb4A3PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4KiOwezuWoM/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HrpwQmQI/AAAAAAAAASw/PcLFy7yFwO8/s1600-h/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705260017129730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HrpwQmQI/AAAAAAAAASw/PcLFy7yFwO8/s320/IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HrRFbmaI/AAAAAAAAASo/iHbjhj4j7pI/s1600-h/IMG_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705253395044770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HrRFbmaI/AAAAAAAAASo/iHbjhj4j7pI/s320/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HrBJP03I/AAAAAAAAASg/edOvJ2SME1s/s1600-h/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705249116083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HrBJP03I/AAAAAAAAASg/edOvJ2SME1s/s320/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HqhnSkUI/AAAAAAAAASY/PF6Af5WCkyA/s1600-h/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705240652157250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HqhnSkUI/AAAAAAAAASY/PF6Af5WCkyA/s320/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HqXfo_ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Tr05FHP9ysk/s1600-h/DSCF1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426705237935717778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-HqXfo_ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Tr05FHP9ysk/s320/DSCF1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am getting behind on blogging again. Early December Mark and I went on a cruise to the Caribbean with Tami and Rob. We rushed around getting everything ready for Christmas before we left. We were lucky enough to have Nikki and Darrin come stay at our house with the kids. The kids love them so we didn't worry about them. We left Utah on the 12th at 3:00am. It was snowing and the roads were horrible. It actually made it that much better to leave! We flew to Puerto Rico and had a night there before boarding the ship. We stayed in the quaint little hotel called the Casablanca. It right in the heart of Old San Juan. Sunday we went to church, and the chapel had opened windows with huge plantation shutters. I was thrilled when I found out it was their children's sacrament meeting program. There were only 9 kids in the Primary. I can't speak spanish, but I knew exactly every word they were saying. I felt the spirit so strongly there. It was such a great experience. We toured EL MORRO which is a fort, and did I mention shopping? Tami and I dragged Rob and Mark all over Old San Juan. We were determined to find cute swim cover-ups! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to several islands: St. Thomas, Antigua, St. Kitts, Barbados, Dominca, St. Lucia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In St. Thomas we went parasailing. This was my favorite thing we did. It was so peaceful floating in the air above the ocean. You could St. John's from up there. Beautiful! We also went Snorkeling. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbados had the prettiest beach and water I have ever seen. We had a blast playing in the ocean and relaxing on the beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shopping, shopping and more shopping! We loved all the shops in every port. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ship was so fun too. Loved the warm chocolete melting cake, loved the food period! We danced and watched shows, Tami and I even got up to Kareoke. It was so much fun, and now we are sold on cruises. Ready to go again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3519640069953781496?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3519640069953781496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/caribbean-cruise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3519640069953781496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3519640069953781496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2010/01/caribbean-cruise.html' title='Caribbean Cruise'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/S0-IVan5vzI/AAAAAAAAATI/YkT7ZFgLaWY/s72-c/IMG_0259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1846643980007862737</id><published>2009-11-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:21:11.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sww6mvC9sJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8UUk-8ylUlQ/s1600/Storybook0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407761689703461010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sww6mvC9sJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8UUk-8ylUlQ/s320/Storybook0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke up this morning thinking about Thanksgiving, and all the things I am thankful for.  I am so thankful for my little Haley.  I have really been struggling with this cute little active, full of attitude little girl.  This morning when I opened my eyes she was laying next to me in bed.  She said good morning Mama Mia!  That's what she calls me now!  I then had this conversation with her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:            Haley how come you are so cute?&lt;br /&gt;Haley:       Cause you're my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Haley:       Mama Mia how come you are so cute?&lt;br /&gt;Me:           Cause your my cute baby&lt;br /&gt;Haley:       My not a baby, My a big GIRLAY (girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful when she talks sweet likes this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my Abby.  She is the most kind hearted and loveable child.  She is always thinking of others.  She has taken our cute little neighbor under her wing.  She picks her up everyday and walks to the bus with her, then takes her to her line at school.  Today I dropped both of them off at school, and I watched them walk together holding hands.  Abby gave her a big hug, and said have a great day.  I love that she is so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my Stockton.  He is such a great kid.  He has had a big change this year with going to Jr. High.  He has really stepped up with taking control of his homework. YEA for that.  I am thankful that he is Haley's hero!  She loves her big brother and he is a great sitter.  I am thankful that I can get away once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally and most important of all, I am so thankful for my hubby Mark.  I have loved him since I was 11 years old.   He is a great guy, and I love him more and more everyday.  He is the hardest worker I know.  I am thankful for his sense of humor, he always makes me laugh.  I am thankful  for his daily pranks he plays on me (most of the time ; the vaseline on the toliet seat wasn't very fun. )  I am thankful for his warm hands at cold football games, and his warm feet at night in bed.  I am thankful for his hugs and kisses.  I'm thankful that he loves to cuddle with me.  I'm thankful he takes me on dates once a week.  I'm thankful that he listens to my concerns, and problems.  I'm thankful that he loves our kids, and spends time with them.  I'm thankful that he loves our families uncondtionally, and never judges anyone.  I'm thankful........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1846643980007862737?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1846643980007862737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgivine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1846643980007862737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1846643980007862737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgivine.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sww6mvC9sJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8UUk-8ylUlQ/s72-c/Storybook0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-7684897212761109229</id><published>2009-11-20T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:25:42.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night Out</title><content type='html'>A bunch of my friends and I went to the midnight showing of New Moon last  night.  All night long I wanted to take a picture of our group of 10, but someone was always gone.  We met at 8:30 for dinner at the Olive Garden then off to wait for around 2 hours to get in to the theatre.  I loved the movie, and it was so much fun to escape with friends and be without kids, and just have fun.  Thanks to all of you who went with me.  I had a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7684897212761109229?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7684897212761109229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7684897212761109229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7684897212761109229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-5245942825821742309</id><published>2009-11-20T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:21:06.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Mark and I took a quick trip to Vegas to visit our friends, and a getaway for ourselves.  We decided to drive this time.  I hate riding in cars for a long period of time.  My legs have poor  circulation, so I figet the whole time.  I decided I would take my computer and work on scrapbooking.  I was able to get 15 layouts finished.  Oh how I love digital!!!!!  We forgot to take pictures while down there, but soon realized we really wouldn't be leaving our hotel room very much for a photo opportunity.  It's not what you're thinking!  On Monday night we thought Mark was having a heart attack.  He had severe pains down his left arm, and was cold and clammy.  I was insisting that we take him to the ER becuase there is family history of Heart problems in his family.  He wouldn't hear of this.  After a night of no sleep and moaning he finally felt better.  Tuesday we decided to go sight seeing and after lunch I start feeling sick, and realized I better get back to the hotel.  I started up with the worst bladder infections I have ever had.  We fould a clinic in Walgreen's and was able to get some meds.  The worst part was driving home having to stop every 30 mins.  to go to the bathroom.  So the moral of this story is:  Never leave home without bladder medicine, and heart burn medicine.  CRAZINESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-5245942825821742309?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5245942825821742309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5245942825821742309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5245942825821742309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-2117364558923908110</id><published>2009-11-02T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:17:26.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fgJmQP9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zXcIPX2JIxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709852921511890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fgJmQP9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zXcIPX2JIxQ/s320/IMG_0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley and Abby trunk or treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fflqnfwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OTGSlPqf7_I/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709843276136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fflqnfwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OTGSlPqf7_I/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Leopard!  She has so many dimples that everytime I tried to draw a straight line she would smile and the lines went crooked.  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-ffV1CXyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/T-O_w0-XYnk/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709839024873250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-ffV1CXyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/T-O_w0-XYnk/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fe7jzbPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iDpaAhEX7kk/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709831973268722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fe7jzbPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iDpaAhEX7kk/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is a FuNkY wItCh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fetwWOHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vc_RkXet2d0/s1600-h/DSC03266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709828267784306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fetwWOHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vc_RkXet2d0/s320/DSC03266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going out with cousins...Payton, Drew, Nicole, Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Halloween a little differently this year. Mark and I went to the Utah football game. I was so sad to leave my kids to trick or treating on their on, but they had so much fun without us. My mom took Haley and Stockton, while Abby went to a friends house. I was also sad because Stockton is twelve now so he felt he was too old. I would have let him go anyway. We had fun painting on spiders and whiskers on the girls. Stockton and Haley were able to meet up with other cousins and trick or treat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2117364558923908110?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2117364558923908110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2117364558923908110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2117364558923908110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-fgJmQP9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/zXcIPX2JIxQ/s72-c/IMG_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-7937996928542349823</id><published>2009-11-02T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:57:43.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Park City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-aotW5y5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fM3M80_3Ki4/s1600-h/DSC03260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399704502401616786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-aotW5y5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fM3M80_3Ki4/s320/DSC03260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute hubby waiting to take me on in a game of Ping-Pong while the kids were swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-aoc8LLCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eXpHVE9wOY0/s1600-h/DSC03253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399704497994542114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-aoc8LLCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eXpHVE9wOY0/s320/DSC03253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and Haley loved watching movies on the pull out sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-aoHZySyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tJTHZ8FeTxc/s1600-h/DSC03251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399704492213160738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-aoHZySyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tJTHZ8FeTxc/s320/DSC03251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games so late into the night, somehow the kids were still ready to watch monsters vrs. Aliens.  I wish I had their energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-an1vyDLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ih2oEx_2DJg/s1600-h/DSC03256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399704487473581234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-an1vyDLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ih2oEx_2DJg/s320/DSC03256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby swimming!  The pool was half indoors and you swim under a gate to go to the heated outdoor pool.  The kids loved running and jumping into the hot tubs then getting out to see who could stand the cold the longest.  Stockton usually won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-ankxlWcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ii9E1YUrY9U/s1600-h/DSC03254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399704482917734850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-ankxlWcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ii9E1YUrY9U/s320/DSC03254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stockton and Haley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went on a fun family getaway to Park City a few weeks ago to the Westgate Resort. We love that place. Mark and I have looked into getting a time share there for a few years now, but it has always been to expensive. They invited us up there for a 2 night stay for free if we attended their meeting. We were shocked what the economy has done to the prices their. We actually were offered a great deal for a huge discount so we did it. Now we can go vacation and have a full kitchen and a separate rooms. We are thrilled!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-UzjyAC_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XpOFLBqixmA/s1600-h/DSC03249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399698091739712498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-UzjyAC_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XpOFLBqixmA/s320/DSC03249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley slept the whole way to Park City while wearing head phones to listen to a movie. Everytime we tried to take them off she would grab them back while she continued to sleep. Crazy girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7937996928542349823?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7937996928542349823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/park-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7937996928542349823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7937996928542349823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/11/park-city.html' title='Park City'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/Su-aotW5y5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fM3M80_3Ki4/s72-c/DSC03260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3760136982347770034</id><published>2009-10-29T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:46:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=2nbCHdepRyb3Njal&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=2nbCHdepRyb3Njal&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=2nbCHdepRyb3Njal&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3760136982347770034?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3760136982347770034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-card.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3760136982347770034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3760136982347770034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-card.html' title='Halloween Card'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-2297735602499653359</id><published>2009-10-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:48:58.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sueuvc3GSFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0MIqWTBTkuY/s1600-h/Abby+-+Page+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397474808651204690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sueuvc3GSFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0MIqWTBTkuY/s320/Abby+-+Page+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My cute Abby has been dealing with severe headaches at least 3 times a week since June. Today I took her to the Dr. He says she's having migranes. I feel so bad for her, cause when she gets one she gets so sick and has to go to bed. Hopefully now we can get pain meds in her fast, and she won't have to suffer so much. Being a mom is so hard at times. I hate to see my kids suffer. I wish I could take all the pain away so they will never have any. Bless her heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight I found this picture of Abby when she was 3. It's amazing to me how much she and Haley look alike. Dr. Doug (pediatrician) would say with each new baby. "Wow that one is from the same cookie cutter". He's right, my three all look quite a bit alike&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2297735602499653359?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2297735602499653359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/headaches.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2297735602499653359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2297735602499653359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/headaches.html' title='Headaches'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sueuvc3GSFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0MIqWTBTkuY/s72-c/Abby+-+Page+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3654844477543961875</id><published>2009-10-27T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:18:39.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gall Bladder</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday I got my Gallbladder taken out.  For the last two years I have had Gallbladder attacks, and well I got sick of it.  It was a fast in and out surgery, and now I hopefully can enjoy eating without those horrible pains.  I am so blessed to be in a great ward with so many friends.  We had calls offering dinners, treats, babysitting.  Thanks to all you wonderful people!  Now on with life of recovery.  My sweet little Haley doesn't understand why she can't run and jump on me, or why I can't pick her up.  I just tell her give me some time.  Whatever she's thinking.  Mark is always such a huge help when I am down.  He goes into superman cleaning mode.  I love it, I can always expect a clean kitchen.  The dishwasher is always going, clean clothes being folded and put away.  I love that he does this for me so I can recover without everything falling apart.  He is the best, and I can't imagine life without him.  Love you Mark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3654844477543961875?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3654844477543961875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/gall-bladder.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3654844477543961875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3654844477543961875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/gall-bladder.html' title='Gall Bladder'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-2805495078066780452</id><published>2009-10-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:04:23.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping 2005</title><content type='html'>I ran across these pictures last night.  I started scrapping them and wanted to share.  This was way before Haley.  I love the one of Stock and Abby with their faces close together.  It reminds me of the time they loved each other and didn't fight.  Wow what would that be like now? Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445334d446b354e6a453d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: happy camper" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445334d446b354e6a453d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2805495078066780452?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2805495078066780452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/camping-2005.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2805495078066780452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2805495078066780452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/camping-2005.html' title='Camping 2005'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-7437223112974793212</id><published>2009-10-06T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:23:08.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SstDBxobi5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ahxl4zHgwQA/s1600-h/DSC03239.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389475076860775314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SstDBxobi5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ahxl4zHgwQA/s320/DSC03239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning we got up to read scriptures, and Haley went to open the curtains and said :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey guys, the sun isn't on yet!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love how little kids think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and talk......so cute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-7437223112974793212?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7437223112974793212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7437223112974793212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/7437223112974793212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun.html' title='The Sun'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SstDBxobi5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ahxl4zHgwQA/s72-c/DSC03239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-4720224982959016332</id><published>2009-10-03T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:11:27.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend</title><content type='html'>I love Conference weekends. I love the lazy mornings, big breakfast , and lots of blankets to snuggle up in. I love listening to the wonderful talks. Today my favorite was Elder Bednar. I loved the part when we talked about his kids breathing in each others space. I laughed so hard. That sort of hit home a little. We paused this part and had our kids watch it over and over. It was funny because last night we were stuck in the car together for over an hour and all we heard was fighting. Get your stincky feet away from me. Stockton has the phone, and he want share it with me. She's pinching me.. etc.... Over all it was a perfect day for Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark took Stockton to Priesthood session and then to dinner. That left a fun girls night for me, Abby and Haley. We went to Noodles and Co. then off to Rod Works, and then to shopko. Haley loaded $45.00 worth of umbrellas in my cart. I didn't catch it until we were walking out to the car. The reason I didn't know is because she was throwing a major tantrum at the checkout stand. So had to go wait into the other line for a refund. Thanks Haley! what a turkey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-4720224982959016332?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4720224982959016332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/conference-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4720224982959016332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4720224982959016332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/conference-weekend.html' title='Conference Weekend'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-2855084502884067655</id><published>2009-09-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:49:02.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Pictures</title><content type='html'>I finally was able to make a scrapbook-slideshow of the kids pictures.  I tried to download them when I posted the other day, but couldn't get it to work.  I hope you enjoy the slideshow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-2855084502884067655?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2855084502884067655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2855084502884067655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/2855084502884067655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-pictures.html' title='Kids Pictures'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8786707976084322190</id><published>2009-09-28T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:03:37.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Kids Pictures</title><content type='html'>We are so blessed to have a photographer in our family.  We are also sad she moved out of state this summer.  Heidi you did such a great job on these pictures of our kids.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8786707976084322190?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8786707976084322190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/2009-kids-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8786707976084322190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8786707976084322190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/2009-kids-pictures.html' title='2009 Kids Pictures'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-122261682481089589</id><published>2009-09-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:12:14.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrxlCNy45I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CYKBsjWisP4/s1600-h/DSC03248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384881923027035026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrxlCNy45I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CYKBsjWisP4/s320/DSC03248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrxkQMy7aI/AAAAAAAAANw/hy-CullwLsw/s1600-h/DSC03247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384881909601070498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrxkQMy7aI/AAAAAAAAANw/hy-CullwLsw/s320/DSC03247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mat and Brooke invited us to go swimming up at her mom's pool. The Griffin's came too. What a beautiful home and yard she had. Mark had to work, but the kids and I had a great time. The flippers were the highlight of the night. Abby felt like a mermaid. Haley loved playing with Savanna on the stairs. Thanks you guys for a great night. &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/215996705707177328-122261682481089589?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/122261682481089589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-swimming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/122261682481089589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/122261682481089589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-swimming.html' title='More Swimming'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrxlCNy45I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CYKBsjWisP4/s72-c/DSC03248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-5910478438871142702</id><published>2009-09-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:05:29.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrwAf-PFeI/AAAAAAAAANo/gHwX3fv8-tE/s1600-h/DSC03240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384880195848050146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrwAf-PFeI/AAAAAAAAANo/gHwX3fv8-tE/s320/DSC03240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we went out with the Shaw's and Griffin's. We are so lucky to have such great neighbors that are so fun to hang out with. We had some good laughs including watching Mat be humiliated on the saddle at Texas Road House. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-5910478438871142702?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5910478438871142702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/neighbors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5910478438871142702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5910478438871142702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrrwAf-PFeI/AAAAAAAAANo/gHwX3fv8-tE/s72-c/DSC03240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-6612926417670837024</id><published>2009-09-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:01:33.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Srru6ecjTKI/AAAAAAAAANg/ta5sgZBzqiE/s1600-h/DSC03234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384878992847490210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Srru6ecjTKI/AAAAAAAAANg/ta5sgZBzqiE/s320/DSC03234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Srru50sKU2I/AAAAAAAAANY/NRB8tVXf6yU/s1600-h/DSC03222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384878981638673250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Srru50sKU2I/AAAAAAAAANY/NRB8tVXf6yU/s320/DSC03222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Srru5FEKwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZvtikAIaFzs/s1600-h/DSC03211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384878968854462722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Srru5FEKwQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZvtikAIaFzs/s320/DSC03211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is here, or almost here. I thought it best to hurry and do a quick re-cap of summer. We spent at least two days a week at Lagoon, and one day a week at the Farmington pool. Haley loved it the most. Stockton had a lot of Lagoon days with his friends. That was hard to decide to let him go off by himself to that crazy place. He loved the freedom and all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I had a lot of fun shopping sprees for things we needed and some not so needed things, but we had a lot of fun spending time together. I love my girls! At one lunch date, we walked in and there were 7 Airforce guys in full uniform and all black. My cute Haley said " Look mom at all those Ashley's, what are they doing here?" That Ashley nurse has forever change black people for her. I guess it's good that she can say "Ashley" instead of some racist remark. She is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school was a crazy day for me. Getting up with a Jr. High kid was quite a shock. I know he'll make it through this year. The question is will Mark and I make it. Homework has been a huge deal around here. Abby had a great day and she smiled as usual. Haley started pre-school this year. She is in her second one already. Her first day of school the teacher's dog bit her on the arm so we had some drama. We found a great little pre-school for her. She loves it and so does her mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/215996705707177328-6612926417670837024?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6612926417670837024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6612926417670837024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6612926417670837024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/Srru6ecjTKI/AAAAAAAAANg/ta5sgZBzqiE/s72-c/DSC03234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-4133572120754993267</id><published>2009-09-22T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:16:28.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;My is whimmin&quot;'/><title type='text'>"My is whimmin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrkGC29y2VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nXCgRprkbKk/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384341475682343250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrkGC29y2VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nXCgRprkbKk/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrkGCG_yKxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U3RchB7pDBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384341462805785362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrkGCG_yKxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U3RchB7pDBQ/s320/IMG_0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought a water table for Haley to have something to do outside this summer. I thought she would love to play with buckets and fish etc. She was playing with toys and having a great time, so I decided to run in the house and load the dishes. A few minutes later I heard someone talking to her so I went out to see who it was. My neighbor Michelle was laughing so I looked down and saw Haley completely naked in the water table. I said Haley what are you doing? As cute as can be she said "my is whimmin". See for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/215996705707177328-4133572120754993267?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4133572120754993267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/water-table.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4133572120754993267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4133572120754993267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/water-table.html' title='&quot;My is whimmin&quot;'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrkGC29y2VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nXCgRprkbKk/s72-c/IMG_0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1219864887964183554</id><published>2009-09-19T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:42:42.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Yellowstone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9Lg-rEbI/AAAAAAAAALU/jJZKB9rBV9o/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383416935120310706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9Lg-rEbI/AAAAAAAAALU/jJZKB9rBV9o/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9LKC1YrI/AAAAAAAAALM/HpsQgQ8812A/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383416928963748530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9LKC1YrI/AAAAAAAAALM/HpsQgQ8812A/s320/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9Kjs0lWI/AAAAAAAAALE/AbLphioBHn4/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383416918670873954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9Kjs0lWI/AAAAAAAAALE/AbLphioBHn4/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9KN3D_BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ny6yxmhoc50/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383416912808246290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9KN3D_BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ny6yxmhoc50/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9J0rdFGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GEpp8nRPA_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383416906048672866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9J0rdFGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GEpp8nRPA_Y/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 3 weeks of recovering, Haley finally started eating again. She lost so much weight and looked so sick. We had planned our trip to Disneyland before scheduling her surgery. We were worried we might not make our trip, or we might take her sick. Luckily she bounced back and we were able to go and have a great time. We had told the kids since March that we were going to Yellowstone for our family vacation. They were kind of excited about that. We had found a great deal to Disneyland so we decided to go there instead. The morning we left we had the car packed as if we were driving. All Stockton and Abby wanted to do is play Gamecube. We drove to Bountiful and picked up Grandma Welch and told the kids that she was coming with us to Yellowstone. Then we drove to the airport where we yelled "Surprise" we are flying to YELLOWSTONE. They were so excited because now that meant not driving 6 long hours of Stockton and Abby fighting. So we unloaded and said just kidding about Grandma coming. She was only driving us to the airport. As we boarded the plane to YELLOWSTONE the attendant said to the kids "Are you guys going to Disneyland?" Abby pipes up and said "no we are going to YELLOWSTONE." The attendant's face was so confused. Mark and I were trying not to lose it. Once we landed in California we took a shuttle to get our rental car, and again another person asked the kids if we were going to Disneyland. Again our sweet naive children said "no we are going to YELLOWSTONE." So off we drove to find YELLOWSTONE! Stockton was beginning to question this whole trip. Where are the mountains.? What is taking so long to find the entrance etc. We drove right up to the gates at Disneyland before they figured it out. Stockton finally saw the sign and yelled DISNEYLAND! Then we said Surprise!! It was so cool to actually pull off a huge surprise like this. Haley was so cute for the whole trip. She loved every ride and was so sad when we left. I love going to this magical place. I love watching my girls meet the princesses. I love to watch my hubby turn into a little kid. He is the energizer bunny. We go for 5 days from opening to close. Long after the kids and I are ready to go to the hotel, Mark is planning the next 5 rides to go on. It is my absolute favorite place to go with my kids. Thank you to my sweet hubby for planning this wonderful trip and making it so fun for all of us. I love you so much.&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/215996705707177328-1219864887964183554?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1219864887964183554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-is-yellowstone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1219864887964183554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1219864887964183554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-is-yellowstone.html' title='Where is Yellowstone?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrW9Lg-rEbI/AAAAAAAAALU/jJZKB9rBV9o/s72-c/IMG_0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-5276631327437827540</id><published>2009-09-19T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:43:44.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley</title><content type='html'>We finally took Haley to the Doctor to see why she wouldn't sleep and found out that her tonsils were huge. We scheduled surgery in June. The morning of her surgery we gathered up her care bear she named MaMa (pronounced MawMaw that's what our kids call my mom) and some other stuffed animals and left to Bountiful. She was in a great mood, she looked at the fish tank and read book after book. When they called her back she started to get nervous. We sat in a little cubby behind a curtain for quite sometime when a cute nurse came in to see us. Haley was so talkative and was pretty calm. She checked her blood pressure and told her what the Doctor was going to do during surgery, Haley just listened to every word of it. Then she told us she would be back soon to take her to surgery. So after some more time went by we saw the curtain pull back and in walked a NBA player look-a-like.  Head to toe in tatoos and piercings.  He introduced himself in a low voice.  Hi I'm Ashley and I will be taking Haley to surgery.  Well you should have seen Haley's face.  She started screaming all she wanted was this cute GIRLAY (girl) nurse.  He reached out to pick her up and she screamed so loud and grabbed me around the neck and held on for dear life.  Did I mention he was black?  I don't think she has ever seen a black person.  I felt my heart breaking for her.  He finally took her, and we heared her screaming all the way down to the operating room.  I should have said to Ashley no offense, but she wanted the GIRLAY nurse.  When she woke up I was rocking her and she looked up at me and said "where's Ashley?"  Poor baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-5276631327437827540?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5276631327437827540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/ashley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5276631327437827540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5276631327437827540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/ashley.html' title='Ashley'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-5096166895458846815</id><published>2009-09-19T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:28:15.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrWvTcn_BII/AAAAAAAAAKs/usPGZM-EYOg/s1600-h/DSC03085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383401678227571842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrWvTcn_BII/AAAAAAAAAKs/usPGZM-EYOg/s320/DSC03085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to catch up on, and it seems so overwhelming so here it goes. Stockton graduated Elementary in May. He had a part in the graduating ceremony reading a Dr. Seuss book. I thought he would be a little bit sad to leave grade school, but right after the graduation he was ready to go home. I tried to get him to say goodbye to his teacher, but he wouldn't have that. He thinks he is way too cool for that. We got home and Abby met me at the door just sobbing because she is going to miss her teacher. It's amazing to me how different these two kids are. Abby is so soft hearted and really loved having Mrs. Birch. We had lots of hugs and saying it's really going to be okay. Haley was so glad to have them home for the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-5096166895458846815?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5096166895458846815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-up-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5096166895458846815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5096166895458846815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch up time'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SrWvTcn_BII/AAAAAAAAAKs/usPGZM-EYOg/s72-c/DSC03085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-4382206522870981003</id><published>2009-04-16T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:39:44.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sefrf5IhPpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3DG6ZYMVwYc/s1600-h/IMG_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325484017533927058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sefrf5IhPpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3DG6ZYMVwYc/s320/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SefrfxSUCBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Z13qz_f7Y6w/s1600-h/IMG_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325484015427520530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SefrfxSUCBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Z13qz_f7Y6w/s320/IMG_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SefrfiPvAYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MkckTDF9lvU/s1600-h/IMG_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325484011390173570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SefrfiPvAYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MkckTDF9lvU/s320/IMG_0291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sefrfm2OdKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PXtWCoxy1kk/s1600-h/IMG_0289+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325484012625360034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sefrfm2OdKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PXtWCoxy1kk/s320/IMG_0289+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SefrfdT9MOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6fWvaUmof9M/s1600-h/IMG_0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325484010065703138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SefrfdT9MOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6fWvaUmof9M/s320/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love Easter. I love that it is suppose to be Spring. Ha Ha not this year! I love the candy, and watching my kids get so excited to be with cousins to hunt eggs. I love going to church and listening to the talks and feeling the spirit. I am thankful most of all for our families. I love that we have a large extended family that gets together every Saturday before Easter to have a picnic. I had never heard of rolling or throwing eggs until I married into the Welch family but I  look forward to this every year. I missed those who were out of town this year. Sandy and Melinda were gone on family vacations, and Wendi lives in Washington. I always love that every Holiday we all get together and celebrate with each other. I hope those in our extended family realize how blessed we are.   I love to visit with all my married nieces and nephews and their cute kids. We were able to go to Terry's and Cyrrena's. The older kids hid the eggs outside before it rained. Haley was really confused about what was happening. Mark had to work so we missed him. It really was a crazy day because Stockton had a soccor game. We missed the picnic part, but were so glad we made it for the egg hunt. My side of the family got together later in the day for our egg hunt. We had a great time. We actually hunted for eggs in the rain. It was a fast hunt. We ordered pizza and had a picnic inside on the kitchen floor. It was quite the site.&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/215996705707177328-4382206522870981003?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4382206522870981003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4382206522870981003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4382206522870981003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/Sefrf5IhPpI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3DG6ZYMVwYc/s72-c/IMG_0299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-6552027870214203198</id><published>2009-04-16T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:40:47.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SeeTgM-NV_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/BvWXlLF6yMg/s1600-h/IMG_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325387265836144626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SeeTgM-NV_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/BvWXlLF6yMg/s320/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SeeTgOZJUMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9efoEXY4QZo/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325387266217562306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SeeTgOZJUMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9efoEXY4QZo/s320/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SeeTgGS08JI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zSbtDYfvQRw/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun this week. Tuesday we went to the zoo. Haley has been begging to go see the animals since November. She couldn't wait to get to the elephants. We watched them eat for quite awhile. The weather was perfect that day. She was amazed at the Monkeys. There was one swinging on a vine, and Haley thought it was a snake. The rest of the day she would say " Why dat monkey swing on the nake?" "Silly Monkey"! What a fun day.&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/215996705707177328-6552027870214203198?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6552027870214203198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6552027870214203198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6552027870214203198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SeeTgM-NV_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/BvWXlLF6yMg/s72-c/IMG_0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-6569501340729475064</id><published>2009-03-25T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:38:39.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Mark and I had a nice weekend getaway for our Anniversary.  Nikki came and stayed with the kids.  She is so awesome!  I love that we didn't have to worry one bit about the kids.  Thanks Nikki.  For two years now we have been pricing mazda 3's for Mark to have a good car to drive to work.  On Saturday we were driving on State street and saw some used cars so we stopped in to look.  Four hours later we drove off the lot in a cute Mazda 3.  Yea! no more calls to come rescue the old Nissan that over heated!  There are some awesome deals out there right now.  Monday when we got home Haley wanted nothing to do with me.  She said " you need to leave on your trip"  "I want Nikki to be my mom"  OUCH!  Tuesday she woke up and said " I need to give you a kiss mom"  That was worth it.  Love her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stockton had Jr. High registration on Thursday night.  Can I just say it makes me SICK.  My baby is going to Jr. High.  Everytime I think about it I start to cry.   I don't know how to handle this growing up thing.  I don't like that he is so independent and doesn't think he needs parents anymore.  He's such a good kid and I hope it will stay that way.  HELP ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-6569501340729475064?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6569501340729475064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6569501340729475064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6569501340729475064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3327515123670908773</id><published>2009-03-15T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:43:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of the Week</title><content type='html'>What a great weekend we've had.  Saturday we picked up new bedroom furniture for Abby's room it is so cute.  Our hope is to have Haley sleep with Abby so she will sleep all night.  So the first night failed and she ended up in our bed.  Hopefully tonight will go better.  Saturday night we bought bikes for  three of us and helmets for all of us.  Haley felt bad that she didn't have a bike so we ended up buying her a trike.  The helmet aisle was a disaster when we were finished looking.  I felt bad for the person who had to clean up that!  Today we had our special Stake Conference with Elder Oaks.  It was such a great experience for us.  We got to the Stake Center at 9:30 and it was packed so we sat near the back of the gym.  His talk was so awesome.  The highlight was getting to shake his hand after the meeting and watching the kids faces as they met him.  Abby said it would be so neat if Jesus was here with Elder Oaks.  I agreed that would be very neat.  It was a great day.  I always love General Conference for this very reason to listen to the talks and being uplifted.  I can't wait for Conference to roll around again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3327515123670908773?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3327515123670908773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/highlights-of-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3327515123670908773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3327515123670908773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/highlights-of-week.html' title='Highlights of the Week'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-459258649953218668</id><published>2009-03-05T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:01:24.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Adventure</title><content type='html'>I have been on this huge health kick since Jan. 1.  I am down 14 pounds now Yeah for me!  I went down and had Mark check my Cholestrol last week, and once again it was a new motivation for me to kick my behind in shape.  So first thing in the morning I do 1 hour of core videos on the ball which leads to very sore thighs and butt.  Then I do the treadmill for an hour.  I am so dedicated to getting in shape this year and keeping the weight off.  I bought a bodybugg about 3 weeks ago.  I love this little computer or whatever it is.  I  love knowing how many cals. I've burned and how many are left to burn in a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley is my little buddy.  Every morning she says "my need to get my workout clothes on" so off we go downstairs where she works right along side of me.  Sometimes she climbs on the treadmill with me.  Most of the time she tells me to go ride the bike cause it's her turn on the treadmill.  She is so fun and patient with me on this adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-459258649953218668?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/459258649953218668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-loss-adventure.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/459258649953218668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/459258649953218668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-loss-adventure.html' title='Weight Loss Adventure'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-5985399275866865975</id><published>2009-02-25T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:05:39.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Perspective</title><content type='html'>I read my sister-in-law Melinda's blog on a regular basis.  Today she posted books that her daughter wrote about her.  Laila is full of spunk and such a sweet little girl.  She wrote about her mom in such simple form.  The part that touched me was she said her mom is always smiling.  I thought I need a new perspective in my life and maybe should try to smile more.  I am always stressed about my kids.  Maybe if I smiled more they would too.  So thanks for sharing those sweet little books with me.  SMILE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-5985399275866865975?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5985399275866865975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5985399275866865975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/5985399275866865975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-perspective.html' title='A New Perspective'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-3758987812827913962</id><published>2009-02-24T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:28:03.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt Down</title><content type='html'>Friday after school we had a Primary activity at the church.  This was a huge undertaking for us.  The activity itself was great,  but the kids were truly out of control and some very disrespectful of the adults there.  Any suggestions on how to get through to todays kids?  I was so exhausted after this adventure!  Saturday we had Wanee's (Mark's mom) birthday celebration with her twin sister and their families.  It was fun to hear stories about their life and kids.  However Mark is the one of the youngest, and he doesn't know many of them so needless to say we hung out with all the teenagers!  The kids had fun playing their cousins and running outside!  So on to the melt down.  You would think that melt downs usually come from your 2 year old right?  Not this time.  It was me.  Yesterday I had it with everything.  I called Mark and asked him to please come home.  I got in the car and drove north until I arrived in Idaho. I had to GET AWAY!  I needed a major break.  I was tired of cleaning up spills from Haley after I mopped the floor.  Saying keep your clothes on, then keep on your diaper.  Don't PEE whoops all over the carpet again and again.  That's why I got rid of the dog.   Don't unfold the clothes.  Then the other 2 came home.  Mom can I play. You're so mean.  Why can't I do what I want?  You're so mean.  ETC.  During all of this the phone rang 100 times.  So I had a melt down. So much for wearing my bodybugg.  I stopped and got a Cheeseburger, fries, and a coke and I kept driving.  Wow that felt good to write that down.  My plan was to stay in a hotel somewhere, but my hubby decided I needed to turn around come home for a all night talk session.  He's great!  I wish I could send my 3 to work and keep him home more.   I am having a much better day today.  No melt downs for me.  On to the next day as a MOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3758987812827913962?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3758987812827913962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/melt-down.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3758987812827913962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3758987812827913962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/melt-down.html' title='Melt Down'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-8548064057649675283</id><published>2009-02-12T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:06:22.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockton got ran over by a deer!</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is CRAZY!  Mark took Stockton, Abby and Bridger up to the Utah basketball game last night.  After the game they were walking to get back to the train when Mark saw a deer coming towards him.  He yelled for the kids to watch out.  Stockton didn't hear him so he turned the wrong way and this deer hit him from the side on his knee and knocked Stockton into the snow bank.  The deer fell and then got up and ran away.  Stockton hit his head really hard.  Tons of people came to see if he was okay.  Mark was screaming, Abby was crying.  They were all shocked.  Holy Crow.  HE GOT RAN OVER BY A DEER!!!  That doesn't happen when you're walking down the street, or does it?   Stockton blacked out for just a few seconds.  He thought it was a dog.  Anyway I got the phone call at 10:20 pm.  I thought they were joking with me.  When they got home we decided it would be best to take him in to get checked out.  Abby was in total shock.  She won't go downstairs.  I kept telling her that there are not deer in the basement.  She slept upstairs in the family room.  Stockton got a CT scan.  Everything seems ok besides some bumps and bruises.  I checked them in school late today.  I talked to their teachers so they would believe this crazy story.  Needless to say all the kids thought this was cool.  We  are just thankful that the deer didn't hit him in the chest because it would have killed him.  I am still so shocked that this happened.  We are so lucky he is okay.  SO RANDOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8548064057649675283?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8548064057649675283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/stockton-got-ran-over-by-deer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8548064057649675283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8548064057649675283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/stockton-got-ran-over-by-deer.html' title='Stockton got ran over by a deer!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3874623494640131257</id><published>2009-02-08T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:18:11.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February 1st-7th'/><title type='text'>Highlights of the Week</title><content type='html'>We are still fighting colds and flu around here. This week we went to see Addison our Nephew in Peter Pan up at Weber State. The girl that played Peter Pan was amazing. Addison did a great job as a Pirate. Abby has acting in her blood. She begs every minute of the day to do plays. So I need to get on that. She is in a singing group so we are busy with that until summer. She also really wants to get back into cheer and tumbling. What to do? I feel like somedays I run in circles. I can't imagine adding anymore to our schedule and check book. The best part of the week was Thursday. Our friends Mike and Lorey from Vegas were in town. We met them for a late dinner and Mark and Mike went to the Jazz game. Lorey and I went to a chick flick. It is always so fun to be with them. When we lived up at the U village they were like Stockton's second set of parents. Most weekends we would play games. Lorey and I usually beat them in Canasta! We love to rub it in too. The great dalmuti was also a favorite we played. It about killed us when the moved to Vegas. We look forward to seeing them when ever we can. Stockton earned his tenderfoot, citizenship of the nation and first aid merit badges in scouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3874623494640131257?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3874623494640131257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/highlights-of-week_08.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3874623494640131257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3874623494640131257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/highlights-of-week_08.html' title='Highlights of the Week'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8568136365236911255</id><published>2009-02-01T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:28:11.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girly Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZFgPFJlUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YN1IZmH4t-g/s1600-h/DSC03023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297998431754229058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZFgPFJlUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YN1IZmH4t-g/s320/DSC03023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZFf7W5tLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QnhOrdj0ebg/s1600-h/DSC02984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297998426459976882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZFf7W5tLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QnhOrdj0ebg/s320/DSC02984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love having my girls. I love curling hair, making bows. I love pony tails, and pig tails.  I love the time with each one of them combing their hair.  They giggle and tease each other.  I only wish time could stand still for a moment and let them stay so little and sweet.  They are my girls!&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/215996705707177328-8568136365236911255?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8568136365236911255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-girly-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8568136365236911255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8568136365236911255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-girly-girls.html' title='My Girly Girls'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZFgPFJlUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YN1IZmH4t-g/s72-c/DSC03023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8578264070022417176</id><published>2009-02-01T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:56:34.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 25th-31st'/><title type='text'>Highlights of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZElTW6gVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SpuKzmS2pcU/s1600-h/DSC03031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997419290198354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZElTW6gVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SpuKzmS2pcU/s320/DSC03031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZEldoK4cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bowt6TQnCf0/s1600-h/DSC03030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997422046929346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZEldoK4cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bowt6TQnCf0/s320/DSC03030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZElEw1CXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vy4k1LaGIKg/s1600-h/DSC03029+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997415372360050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZElEw1CXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vy4k1LaGIKg/s320/DSC03029+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a really rough week for me. First I got shingles again for the 4th time. On top of that I got a horrible cold that doesn't want to go away. I finally got on an antibiotic. Saturday we took our kids sledding over in Kaysville. Haley loved getting all dressed in her snow clothes and boots. She loves getting to go outside. Can't wait for Spring! Mark went with them while I stayed in the truck with a box of tissues. I was alot of fun! They were worn out after and hour in the snow. Sunday we went to my nephew Tate's baby blessing. It's always fun to get together and visit afterwards. Janene and her family came over for a couple of hours after to visit at our house. The kids loved playing with each other. Wish they lived closer. &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/215996705707177328-8578264070022417176?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8578264070022417176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/highlights-of-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8578264070022417176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8578264070022417176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/02/highlights-of-week.html' title='Highlights of the Week'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SYZElTW6gVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SpuKzmS2pcU/s72-c/DSC03031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-4174290652610314874</id><published>2009-01-18T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:47:50.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 11th-17th'/><title type='text'>Highlights of the week</title><content type='html'>This week Stockton was one of ten in his school to go to the district Science Fair.  We took the kids and thier friends to the Utah Utes parade in SLC.  I think Mark had the best time of all of us.  Haley's new thing is to run around the house and say "what that mell (smell) like"?  She obviously has a Welch nose.   Our new found fun is playing Rock Band with the kids.  It's fun to see Abby singing and Haley on the drums and Stockton on the Guitar.  They are quite the sight.  Love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-4174290652610314874?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/4174290652610314874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/highlights-of-week_18.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4174290652610314874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/4174290652610314874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/highlights-of-week_18.html' title='Highlights of the week'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-6458187108637513917</id><published>2009-01-15T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:58:10.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SW9q2KzwLBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mucKnQMX12Q/s1600-h/DSC03012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291565566030523410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SW9q2KzwLBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mucKnQMX12Q/s320/DSC03012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stockton was in the top 10 at his school who get to go on to compete at the districts Science Fair. We are so proud of his hard work on this. &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/215996705707177328-6458187108637513917?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6458187108637513917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/science-fair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6458187108637513917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/6458187108637513917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/science-fair.html' title='Science Fair'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SW9q2KzwLBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mucKnQMX12Q/s72-c/DSC03012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-178484820498640960</id><published>2009-01-11T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:29:29.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 4th-10th'/><title type='text'>Highlights of the Week</title><content type='html'>We were glad to have the kids get back to school and get on a regular routine again.  Mark and I started our new years resolution LOSE WEIGHT!  So far so good!  Stockton turned in his science project.  The best part of this week was seeing Annie at Bountiful High School.  Our Nephews Truman and Monson and Niece Laila were all in the show.    We loved them all,  but that little Laila was something else on stage.  Thanks for sharing your talents with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-178484820498640960?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/178484820498640960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/highlights-of-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/178484820498640960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/178484820498640960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/highlights-of-week.html' title='Highlights of the Week'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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-215996705707177328.post-8883742408765889674</id><published>2009-01-08T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:13:24.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZKM5yK7SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Sci6Ba4W4Co/s1600-h/IMG_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996397923364130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZKM5yK7SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Sci6Ba4W4Co/s320/IMG_0238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZKMnXHrpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AsMheUv92Lw/s1600-h/IMG_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996392978067090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZKMnXHrpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AsMheUv92Lw/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZKMk9pMFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Osz709dE2rs/s1600-h/IMG_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288996392334340178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZKMk9pMFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Osz709dE2rs/s320/IMG_0222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful day this was. Abby was so pretty in her white baptism dress. She sang Teach me about the temple. We were so proud of her. Stockton gave a talk. &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/215996705707177328-8883742408765889674?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8883742408765889674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/abbys-baptism.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8883742408765889674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8883742408765889674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/abbys-baptism.html' title='Abby&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZKM5yK7SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Sci6Ba4W4Co/s72-c/IMG_0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3993535542210106294</id><published>2009-01-08T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:42:29.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZIopHlTlI/AAAAAAAAADs/gejBAurnpNA/s1600-h/IMG_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994675462852178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZIopHlTlI/AAAAAAAAADs/gejBAurnpNA/s320/IMG_0198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZIoQW5zBI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yaay5cM66Kw/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994668816223250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZIoQW5zBI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yaay5cM66Kw/s320/IMG_0197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZHbEqXMII/AAAAAAAAADc/I6z_QVwyG10/s1600-h/christmas+card+2008+-+Page+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288993342826688642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZHbEqXMII/AAAAAAAAADc/I6z_QVwyG10/s320/christmas+card+2008+-+Page+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas Morning! Haley was so funny today. She thought all the presents were hers. Everyone got what they wanted. No tears! &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/215996705707177328-3993535542210106294?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3993535542210106294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3993535542210106294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3993535542210106294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWZIopHlTlI/AAAAAAAAADs/gejBAurnpNA/s72-c/IMG_0198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-1965586507310720194</id><published>2009-01-08T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:40:38.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWY6gF8m28I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xocn7iioujg/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979135419833282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWY6gF8m28I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xocn7iioujg/s320/IMG_0193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For at least the last 6 years we have gone to dinner on Christmas Eve with our good friends Randall and Katie. This year we met again at Olive Garden. The kids always have such a fun time running around the table and being very loud. It was fun to catch up since we moved away. Katie and I actually brought a camera this year to catch these fun shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-1965586507310720194?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1965586507310720194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1965586507310720194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/1965586507310720194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve_08.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWY6gF8m28I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xocn7iioujg/s72-c/IMG_0193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-8454985186057679929</id><published>2009-01-06T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:18:19.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWPNxr-x68I/AAAAAAAAACw/oCeAXJ1z3IM/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288296640966421442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWPNxr-x68I/AAAAAAAAACw/oCeAXJ1z3IM/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures we had taken in the fall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-8454985186057679929?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8454985186057679929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8454985186057679929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/8454985186057679929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</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/_MmT_PnENr4I/SWPNxr-x68I/AAAAAAAAACw/oCeAXJ1z3IM/s72-c/IMG_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215996705707177328.post-3100027076956507874</id><published>2009-01-02T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:28:09.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I finally broke down and started a blog.  So now my life will almost be an open book.  Actually I will enjoy having some journaling opportunities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/215996705707177328-3100027076956507874?l=thewelchfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3100027076956507874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3100027076956507874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/215996705707177328/posts/default/3100027076956507874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelchfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a blogger!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182618740287636395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
