<?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-2594598308343290759</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:43:57.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul, Missy and Crew</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-4324079757546030208</id><published>2010-02-07T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:04:46.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You weren't home were you?</title><content type='html'>So, last Saturday night, Paul and I went out with friends, came home and checked Coles temp (he had been having fevers for almost 10 days by now), which on the brand new thermometer registered in at 107.4 degrees F.  We gave him tylenol and watched him until his temp dropped below 103. Then we pulled Cole into our room and turned our fan on high and all fell asleep around 1 ish.  We were so tired and Paul had to be up for early morning meetings, and we enjoyed a few hours of peaceful sleep. &lt;br /&gt;the next morning paul let me sleep in, when I got up he took me outside to show me something, Meghans car bashed in and practically ON TOP OF MY CAR (the Sable).  Here's the story as told to me by neighbors:&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-4324079757546030208?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4324079757546030208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=4324079757546030208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/4324079757546030208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/4324079757546030208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-werent-home-were-you.html' title='You weren&apos;t home were you?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2594598308343290759.post-5163153035821049415</id><published>2010-02-07T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:52:20.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments that remind you that you are a good mom</title><content type='html'>So today after church, I get the kids home, get Cole fed and down for a nap, and then try to get everyone ready for a nap (we have a had a few sleepless nights lately, sick kids, cars, etc). then I proceed to feed my girls lunch, as soon as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Telise&lt;/span&gt; is done eating I hear bickering, whining, you know, all of those things us moms love to hear. I march the exhausted --can never catch up on her sleep since she needs more sleep than anyone, but is the oldest--girl right to here bed.  Then my angel, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paityn&lt;/span&gt; (I say angel to counteract &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paul's&lt;/span&gt; nickname for her, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Saityn&lt;/span&gt;) turns to me as politely as possible and with manners rarely seen to ask for more food.  For those of you who know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paityn&lt;/span&gt;, she will eat forever if that means not having to sleep, who are we kidding, the girl would eat forever if you let her. I wanted to reward her for her good manners, but not prolong the stalling. So I grabbed a cookie from a bag that a friend gave us yesterday and handed it to her to reward the great behavior. What  a great mom I am, she spoke nicely and I thanked her.....oh but wait.&lt;br /&gt;I did the lunch dishes while she ate the cookie, and then she started crying and said her mouth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;. I looked at she ever so slightly larger than normal lips and then read the ingredients from the cookie bag.  Pecans, why not, shouldn't pecans be in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pepperidge&lt;/span&gt; farms butter cookies?  So, I made her chug the benadryl. Wow, do i have mom skills or what?&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt;I taught &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paityn&lt;/span&gt; a great lesson today, USE YOUR MANNERS, GET AN ALLERGIC REACTION.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paityn&lt;/span&gt;, I will teach you to say please, whether you like it or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-5163153035821049415?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5163153035821049415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=5163153035821049415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/5163153035821049415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/5163153035821049415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2010/02/moments-that-remind-you-that-you-are.html' title='Moments that remind you that you are a good mom'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2594598308343290759.post-4283723535443553478</id><published>2009-11-08T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:12:18.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBqeJJVSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g-69iSgAH0Y/s1600-h/927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928844700112162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBqeJJVSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g-69iSgAH0Y/s400/927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBqEyo3EI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6E8Bu3HsiLY/s1600-h/925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928837894822978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBqEyo3EI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6E8Bu3HsiLY/s400/925.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/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBplQCxAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VgEsPyVX__Q/s1600-h/947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928829428220930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBplQCxAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VgEsPyVX__Q/s400/947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm from Xmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBo0Bv6oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0DHC_6ifb_w/s1600-h/934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928816214928002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBo0Bv6oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0DHC_6ifb_w/s400/934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Dash! sorry, you'll have to tilt your head, I am not putting a lot of time into my blogging lately (pretty obvious ince I haven't blogged since January), but I will have a nice photo book done by the end of the year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made storm and dash, but bought cinderella...you cant do it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;more blogs to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401931877878254066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveEbBnKyfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aGJP8yvIEAs/s400/988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Meggie's halloween costume...Very few people at the dance  knew what she was----even though she swore that the reason paul and I didn't recognize her was our "generational gap".  This is what she wore to meet the man of her dreams at a dance.  The next day at church, boys were like "what meghan, you were there? what were you?" and when they heard who she was they said, "oh, we wondered who that girl was".   No wonder, and because of this, I started the list on my blog: Reasons why Meghan doesn't have a man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might think I am a mean sister, but I waited for permission and the second she wants it taken down (or the second she gets a man), I will remove it.  But until then, enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-4283723535443553478?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/4283723535443553478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=4283723535443553478' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/4283723535443553478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/4283723535443553478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b5muaG1FwXs/SveBqeJJVSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/g-69iSgAH0Y/s72-c/927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-8238548685389285847</id><published>2009-01-26T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:17:37.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your husband must be proud you're white?</title><content type='html'>Now, don't judge me to quickly by my title. I am white and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that. I did however have three uncomfortable experiences today which will help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; title.&lt;br /&gt;So, we are at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sams&lt;/span&gt; Club, looking for the "ladies" (aka the people who hand out free samples), buying milk and then stopping to eat hot dogs before we leave. I love to have the kids eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sams&lt;/span&gt; club hot dogs and then go home for naps--I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to make lunch, or clean up afterward; lunch is just one meal too many for me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;We are sitting and the girls are enjoying their hot dogs and soda, while I am holding Cole and he is enjoying his drink of water through a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Telise&lt;/span&gt; cuts her toes at some point, but she doesn't realize it when she does it, just when she sits down and starts playing with her shoes, she puts her foot on the table to show off her pathetic toe and so i remind her that feet do not go on tables. She bends her knee and puts her foot on the bench next to her. The man at the table next to us covers his eyes and starts to loudly say "mam, mam" in my direction. I look at him and he informed me that the little girl should be covering herself with her skirt, and that he's afraid of what he might be able to see.&lt;br /&gt;(Thought: She has shorts on underneath, she's five, you must be a pervert if this is so uncomfortable for you--heck, she's just trying to nurse her bloody toe).&lt;br /&gt;I told him that i thought there were shorts underneath and that she hurt her toe. He tells me that he doesn't know if there are shorts, he hasn't looked, he doesn't want to look.&lt;br /&gt;I calmly ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Telise&lt;/span&gt; to please put her leg down (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Telise's&lt;/span&gt; eyes met might with a look of confusion and worry that she was in trouble-poor kid--one more thing boys never have to think about--well, except for this guy)&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT WAS UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATION NUMBER ONE........and on to number two.&lt;br /&gt;We continue to enjoy our gourmet lunch when the same man says to me "It is great to see such a nice family" I am already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;leery &lt;/span&gt;of this guy and if I weren't outnumbered 3 to 1 i would have probably gotten up and changed table by now, so i quietly reply "thanks" to which he......(interjection:I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for even putting this into print, it was bad enough to experience it, anyways, here goes:) he continues, "It is great to see such a nice white family (thought: did he just call us a white family--I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I have ever been defined as such before, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry, he continues:), so many couples today are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;interracial&lt;/span&gt; and mixed. It is great to see such a pure WHITE (there's that word again) family."&lt;br /&gt;to which I reply, ____________(i had many thoughts of what to say, I remember thinking, he isn't the type to back down or even listen and me with three kids in tow would have taken 20 minutes to get us all out of there anyways. I didn't speak up, in some ways I wish I had, I was so taken back by his remarks and so shocked that i didn't know what to do. I think i would have been more ready to deal with this remark had i not just dealt with the whole skirt issue and i was weirded out by him before any of this--it does help that my girls are too young to understand any of what he said--i think if their perceptions were on the line I wouldn't have hesitated) I ignored him, did not respond and started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;goading&lt;/span&gt; my girls to eat faster and faster so we could get the heck out of here.&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UNCOMFORTABLE&lt;/span&gt; SITUATION NUMBER 2 (I do have to admit that when he started saying these things, i thought--pure race huh, i love my kids, but one has to wonder if races were mixed more, would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cole's&lt;/span&gt; disease exist less since 2/3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rds&lt;/span&gt; of those with his disease are white males?--random thought i know)and on to situation three....&lt;br /&gt;The girls finally finish their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; and are shocked at mom's leniency on how much they had to eat(I had to be lenient, i wanted out of there as fast as possible). We stand up and start to load everyone into the cart when this man's wife yells out "god bless you and yours"(did i fail to mention that his wife and daughter were there for the entire event?) and i say goodbye when the man speaks up again (thought: What more could this man have to say to me? really, what else would there possibly be?)"your husband must be proud"&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT WAS SITUATION NUMBER 3&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? Proud of what? Proud I am white, proud his kids came out white? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Newsflash&lt;/span&gt;, this just in, when you are white and your husband is white and there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;infidelity&lt;/span&gt;--the kids are.......wait for it......WHITE. I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;paul&lt;/span&gt; is proud I am white, I have worked so hard to be that. Thank heavens some man on the street is noticing all my sacrifices and rewards me on my whiteness (that was sarcasm, in case you couldn't tell)&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am white, yes, my kids are white, and yes my husband is white....WHO CARES? SERIOUSLY? WHO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;CARES&lt;/span&gt;? I am a person, i am a child of God, I am equal to everyone else and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; congratulate me on something i was born with, on something I cant control. IS it possible to be proud of someone for nothing? For just existing in a certain color skin. I have so much more to me than the color of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I have said before how harsh i think some people can be on the white race as a whole. If everyone they met was like this man, you might think their words would be justified, but if you look a little deeper you would think that would leave a taste in their mouth of wanting to be compassionate to all people no matter what their race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-8238548685389285847?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8238548685389285847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=8238548685389285847' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8238548685389285847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8238548685389285847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-husband-must-be-proud-youre-white.html' title='Your husband must be proud you&apos;re white?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-6328505386400039164</id><published>2008-11-03T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:53:36.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See us get our candy on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ-ACnvp0cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XXx6ekUUEGU/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264567271936348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ-ACnvp0cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XXx6ekUUEGU/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic show off 2 big things...1.his frankenstein costume and walk,  and 2. His HUGE CHOMPERS...yep, the kids who cant eat has huge BUCK TEETH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ9_aYd2k_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dDayRbo4TF4/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264566580640388082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ9_aYd2k_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dDayRbo4TF4/s400/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul and the kids at our ward's trunk or treat party&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ9_A04voAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5FGOWGGcA7I/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264566141592772610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ9_A04voAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5FGOWGGcA7I/s400/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little "dancerina" (That's Paityn for ballerina) and Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ9-3w2KllI/AAAAAAAAAJs/b9mkYAUzJDA/s1600-h/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264565985889392210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ9-3w2KllI/AAAAAAAAAJs/b9mkYAUzJDA/s400/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell everyone could easily play their roles all night long.  And in fact, they are mostly playing their roles all day everyday too, even though i told them that halloween was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-6328505386400039164?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/6328505386400039164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=6328505386400039164' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/6328505386400039164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/6328505386400039164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-us-get-our-candy-on.html' title='See us get our candy on'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b5muaG1FwXs/SQ-ACnvp0cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XXx6ekUUEGU/s72-c/IMG_0943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-2301685965043686278</id><published>2008-11-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:12:46.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANKENSTEIN WALKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f93fc276c9226d9" 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://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f93fc276c9226d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331718807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63B507F9FD50AF2B050B0054FEB9EF479F4ADD7A.56E455E6042F5A8FC39E3B7A0F02E4B6C09AE4A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df93fc276c9226d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dkw1QVrl1Ehg3Rb03F8b8yI25LlA&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://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f93fc276c9226d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331718807%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63B507F9FD50AF2B050B0054FEB9EF479F4ADD7A.56E455E6042F5A8FC39E3B7A0F02E4B6C09AE4A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df93fc276c9226d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dkw1QVrl1Ehg3Rb03F8b8yI25LlA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, whoever suggested that Cole walks like Frankenstein and gave us the idea was right on--i cant remember who it was, it was in the halls at church.  And Cole was into showing off his costume(or maybe just his new skill of walking) too! And yes, I made the hat (out of a $1.50 sweatshirt from Goodwill, i know, i am bragging, i cant help it, i was really proud of myself).  I guess I shouldn't brag since the girls costumes were not homemade(although i did have to hem and fix them).  Maybe my goal should be to make 1 costume a year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-2301685965043686278?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f93fc276c9226d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/2301685965043686278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=2301685965043686278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/2301685965043686278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/2301685965043686278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/11/frankenstein-walking.html' title='FRANKENSTEIN WALKING'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2594598308343290759.post-5069008574929822120</id><published>2008-10-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:09:19.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry Folks, we didn't actually follow the poll about Cole's costume, we decided to go for the costume with the least votes: Frankenstein. Just thought I would let you know. I will post pics as soon as i let paul upload them. It's not that I cannot upload them, it's that i don feel that patient right now, so maybe tomorrow we will have trunk or treating pics for you...if paul has patience. Stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-5069008574929822120?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/5069008574929822120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=5069008574929822120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/5069008574929822120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/5069008574929822120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-folks-we-didnt-actually-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2594598308343290759.post-120473894184312478</id><published>2008-10-15T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:20:55.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole vs Toby the Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/millerza/toby.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v718/millerza/toby.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Cole kinda look like the turtle, with his serious face and skinny neck? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-120473894184312478?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/120473894184312478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=120473894184312478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/120473894184312478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/120473894184312478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/10/cole-vs-toby-turtle.html' title='Cole vs Toby the Turtle'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2594598308343290759.post-560163431254805522</id><published>2008-10-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:22:57.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole's 1st Birthday and other pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZcO_AEtII/AAAAAAAAAJk/f2vRCqtB1dQ/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257491027501298818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZcO_AEtII/AAAAAAAAAJk/f2vRCqtB1dQ/s400/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, we did it again, our son has survived one entire year of life. Actually, since most of you know and have commented on how good i am at blogging, I am happy to report that he has now survived almost 14 months! Which might not seem like a big feat to some of you, but not everyone is blessed with our special abilities to kill a plant in a week(happpened more times than I can count) and to drown a fish (Yes....dont doubt me, it is possible). here are the long awaited pics from his belated Bday party and his cotton candy banana split (he is in food trials not for bananas) as you can see, he is not too sure about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZb-mR91SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ggBBlgEb3Pw/s1600-h/IMG_0912+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257490745987552546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZb-mR91SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ggBBlgEb3Pw/s400/IMG_0912+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess the kid who has never had sugar doesn't really appreciate cotton candy! Sorry cole, I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZbXNIe9BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-DE9ebWMBWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0906+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257490069221995538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZbXNIe9BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-DE9ebWMBWQ/s400/IMG_0906+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Cole's "cake" or cotton candy banana split!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZap61hVMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/15nHX08TspM/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257489291216508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZap61hVMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/15nHX08TspM/s400/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cole is "SO BIG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-560163431254805522?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/560163431254805522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=560163431254805522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/560163431254805522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/560163431254805522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/10/coles-1st-birthday-and-other-pics.html' title='Cole&apos;s 1st Birthday and other pics'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_b5muaG1FwXs/SPZcO_AEtII/AAAAAAAAAJk/f2vRCqtB1dQ/s72-c/IMG_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-8671485080487876492</id><published>2008-10-15T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:54:03.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APFED BINGO Night is over!</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness October 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; has come and gone, what a relief!  I almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to do with myself since the last 8 weeks have been spent focusing on October 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! I helped plan a fundraising event for the American Partnership for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eosinophilic&lt;/span&gt; Diseases (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;APFED&lt;/span&gt;).  We threw the entire event with no budget, and all completely from scratch looking for donations for everything. &lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think it went off well, we raised almost $10,000 for our cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; isn't too shabby for a family fundraising event.  I sold 25 tickets to the event and out of our extended family, only one person, my bro-in-law, Adam, won at BINGO.  And so out of the many donations, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gift cards&lt;/span&gt;, and baskets(some of which i begged for), what did he choose, a cigar lighter....who doesn't need one of those? &lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thanks again to all of my friends who supported me, and who put up with me during the last several weeks!  I am so lucky to have such good friends and family.  And my poor husband, all he wants as payment for all of his help picking up the slack is for me to promise not to do this next year......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry, it's not like pregnancy, I'll remember how draining it is.....wont I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2594598308343290759-8671485080487876492?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8671485080487876492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=8671485080487876492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8671485080487876492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8671485080487876492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/10/apfed-bingo-night-is-over.html' title='APFED BINGO Night is over!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2594598308343290759.post-3616615776616063043</id><published>2008-07-27T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:12:27.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1GfulCbRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CA48KFI6_tw/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912253340282130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1GfulCbRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CA48KFI6_tw/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Cole's favorite thing to do. He gets very proud of himself and he can lock his legs and balance for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1F3Y4mwgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/75fTTxBVYcE/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227911560322007554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1F3Y4mwgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/75fTTxBVYcE/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We potty-trained Paityn. I took her to the store to pick out whichever panties she wanted and of couse she was definite that she needed CARS panties, unfortunately they dont make cars panties for girls. So any given day chances are, paityn has the boy flap on her underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1FapwAmNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WT7kOXYWqI0/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227911066633148626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1FapwAmNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WT7kOXYWqI0/s400/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1FDSb7uXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KdR2gJv5004/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910665237936498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="271" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1FDSb7uXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KdR2gJv5004/s400/IMG_0503.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Telise's preschool program&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/2594598308343290759-3616615776616063043?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3616615776616063043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=3616615776616063043' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/3616615776616063043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/3616615776616063043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-updates.html' title='Quick updates'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1GfulCbRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CA48KFI6_tw/s72-c/IMG_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-3938156433756757885</id><published>2008-07-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:59:09.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1CJSlvWLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TxNB541spIs/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907469823400114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1CJSlvWLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TxNB541spIs/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meggie, Paityn, myself and Telise as Mermaids. Telise had to be convinced to do it. It took too long for paityn--we had to finish the tails quickly and then take quick pictures. another problem was that since all of the girls were in the sand, the boys had to try and make tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1B7l83YyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5podbpyl4qk/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907234502501154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1B7l83YyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5podbpyl4qk/s400/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the annual fam pic at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1BhmvyVCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dqKXa6AZM0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227906788039480354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1BhmvyVCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dqKXa6AZM0Y/s400/IMG_0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls drag paul on the Tilt-a-whirl. Afterwards, Paityn wanted it to go faster, telise was a little scared of it and Paul had to sit down for 20 minutes because he was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1BYf0TxzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f2t4lzentfM/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227906631560578866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1BYf0TxzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f2t4lzentfM/s400/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1A-MF3hII/AAAAAAAAAFU/0uNQEW019nc/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227906179588916354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1A-MF3hII/AAAAAAAAAFU/0uNQEW019nc/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul and cole on the Submarine ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1A0O5stZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YQbGMQurD7M/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227906008544490898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1A0O5stZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YQbGMQurD7M/s400/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Telise on the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1AnWbGosI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6Rp3dINc7Eg/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227905787225350850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1AnWbGosI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6Rp3dINc7Eg/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paityn on the carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1AEOEN7XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q658oVmkpmI/s1600-h/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227905183686454642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1AEOEN7XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q658oVmkpmI/s400/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul is still balancing cole....it's just that paul is under the water. So cole is standing on water in the middle of the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0_46mQIYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pObnL93Mu-o/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227904989481935234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0_46mQIYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pObnL93Mu-o/s400/IMG_0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul is balancing cole in the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0_lUAR7xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j6bvYtMz3aQ/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227904652704608018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0_lUAR7xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/j6bvYtMz3aQ/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turn your head...i know we are always so ghetto....and you'll see paityn flying in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0_XvBz4PI/AAAAAAAAAEk/94U6xSjUt-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227904419440615666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0_XvBz4PI/AAAAAAAAAEk/94U6xSjUt-Y/s400/IMG_0575.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-8Hi_oCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UTkeqxbPSe4/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227903944985911330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-8Hi_oCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UTkeqxbPSe4/s400/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family at my uncle Dave and Deb's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-r7E3CdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vSD8kmtEmBg/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227903666760387026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-r7E3CdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vSD8kmtEmBg/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids with Great Grandma Gert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-eM2SolI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XSlJcSGxabE/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227903431012950610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-eM2SolI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XSlJcSGxabE/s400/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The award for "Most Photogenic" goes to .......Telise Star Hawkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-R_iUdpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6_9s0qeZ1ts/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227903221281093266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-R_iUdpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6_9s0qeZ1ts/s400/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole gets his hands on the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-BaBdApI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nUCmPezwhAs/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227902936333222546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI0-BaBdApI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nUCmPezwhAs/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paityn's "cheese"smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI09suFVgyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Il75SpryFKg/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227902580940964642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI09suFVgyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Il75SpryFKg/s400/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole stole caleb's dump truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI09ZqVp0SI/AAAAAAAAADs/jmVpOcfbI_I/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227902253518147874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI09ZqVp0SI/AAAAAAAAADs/jmVpOcfbI_I/s400/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole is Celebrating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI088rjRyZI/AAAAAAAAADk/B2b3MFXLvcs/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227901755627522450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI088rjRyZI/AAAAAAAAADk/B2b3MFXLvcs/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we have a kid who likes the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI08i-i7MWI/AAAAAAAAADc/cvVhU7JS9Ik/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227901314049716578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI08i-i7MWI/AAAAAAAAADc/cvVhU7JS9Ik/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paityn in a towel/sand fort.&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/2594598308343290759-3938156433756757885?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/3938156433756757885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=3938156433756757885' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/3938156433756757885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/3938156433756757885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-trip.html' title='San Diego Trip'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/SI1CJSlvWLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TxNB541spIs/s72-c/IMG_0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-8391930951732976503</id><published>2008-03-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:00:47.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland--Sensory Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181907057018371330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nVA3CrfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/bnecsaP_6Fc/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time finally came and off we went to California with the Hawkins'. Paul was especially excited--more than any of the kids, and that's a big feat since  paityn is easily excitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mistakenly took telise on pirates and splash mountain to early in the day and she was afraid of everything after that. But when you really think about it, almost all the rides have a villian or scary part to the ride. Paityn was to young to care. Cole was easygoing and Paityn was excited almost the entire time. She is still asking me almost daily when we get to go to Disneyland again. Telise had lunch with the princesses and loved it. During the parade telise couldn't even smile because she was watching so intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWRnCrfZI/AAAAAAAAADU/4V1yrIfgpo8/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181908444292808082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWRnCrfZI/AAAAAAAAADU/4V1yrIfgpo8/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Cole on Pirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;Telise and paul on Autopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181908414228036946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWP3CrfVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3DOiNkPYEaA/s400/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWQ3CrfXI/AAAAAAAAADE/XZFljKKUy8k/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181908431407906162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWQ3CrfXI/AAAAAAAAADE/XZFljKKUy8k/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telise watching the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                The teapots-which no Hawkins boy(except maybe adam) will adre to attempt--i guess we finally found their achilles heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWQXCrfWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zkB4tfxXSgs/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181908422817971554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWQXCrfWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zkB4tfxXSgs/s400/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWRXCrfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xmup_yT34F4/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181908439997840770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nWRXCrfYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xmup_yT34F4/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&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/2594598308343290759-8391930951732976503?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8391930951732976503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=8391930951732976503' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8391930951732976503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8391930951732976503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2008/03/disneyland-sensory-overload.html' title='Disneyland--Sensory Overload'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/R-nVA3CrfQI/AAAAAAAAACM/bnecsaP_6Fc/s72-c/IMG_0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594598308343290759.post-8673969670891035144</id><published>2007-09-30T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:03:09.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby on Board!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB7dceajZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqUBmnyCm28/s1600-h/100_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116224922483068306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB7dceajZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqUBmnyCm28/s320/100_1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB8hseajaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mTzgK4DzAoc/s1600-h/100_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after a long time of waiting, Colton Timothy Hawkins made his introduction to the world on August 29, 2007. His entrance was quick and easy (at least for me - Paul - it was). And it didn't look &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; rough for Missy either. Well, if giving birth to a child can ever be called not too rough. The main purpose of this blog is to allow people abroad to view pics and things easily, so here's some picks of Cole. He was 9 pounds, 1 ounce; 21 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB9AMeajbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/neSCR6KLDu0/s1600-h/100_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116226618995150258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB9AMeajbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/neSCR6KLDu0/s320/100_1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We caught him with a little grin in this one. (Sidenote: I feel like a total dork writing this blog. Like one of those parents who forces people to sit through a slideshow of their kids on vacation or something.)&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB-MseajcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ODFVWn_gaQ8/s1600-h/100_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116227933255142850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB-MseajcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ODFVWn_gaQ8/s320/100_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Paityn's first experience holding Cole. It looks like Cole has his eyes closed peacefully, but really, I think they're closed because Paityn just poked them. And if you're wondering, yes Telise is dressed like Sleeping Beauty........and yes I'm very, very glad that we had a boy. Very glad.&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/2594598308343290759-8673969670891035144?l=paulmissyandco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/feeds/8673969670891035144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2594598308343290759&amp;postID=8673969670891035144' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8673969670891035144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2594598308343290759/posts/default/8673969670891035144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulmissyandco.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-on-board.html' title='Baby on Board!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02938601872788036487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_b5muaG1FwXs/RwB7dceajZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dqUBmnyCm28/s72-c/100_1655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
