<?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-1575171264319655130</id><updated>2012-02-11T07:27:19.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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>477</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7645818310602918750</id><published>2012-02-08T19:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:43:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and I are leaving the house and he sees part of a newspaper on the ground. He picks it up and states he wants to bring it with him so he can read the newspaper in the car. As we're driving Owen exclaims:"Mama! Grandma and Grandpa are in the newspaper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Oh really? Which ones?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen: "Grandma and Grandpa Cooper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "What are they doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen: "They're huggin'. Why Grandma and Grandpa in the paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie (now very curious about this newspaper): "Can I see it buddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen: "Sure! I'm going to bring it to school and show my teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWyYtuo0360/TzMxxbsc86I/AAAAAAAADQo/7PpQYfd6MZo/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWyYtuo0360/TzMxxbsc86I/AAAAAAAADQo/7PpQYfd6MZo/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706959878126105506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Huh. How about we just leave this paper in the car?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7645818310602918750?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7645818310602918750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7645818310602918750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7645818310602918750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7645818310602918750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2012/02/news-worthy.html' title='News Worthy'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-HWyYtuo0360/TzMxxbsc86I/AAAAAAAADQo/7PpQYfd6MZo/s72-c/DSC_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5239854769414648949</id><published>2012-02-04T14:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:46:07.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Add Paint</title><content type='html'>We bought a new couch the other day from Costco and in true Costco style, the couch came in a gigantic box. It seemed a waste to just break it down and recycle it so we invited Miles over to help Owen paint a fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qhqe2neE6k/Ty2lyjMEMFI/AAAAAAAADP4/ExCOY6HQXy4/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qhqe2neE6k/Ty2lyjMEMFI/AAAAAAAADP4/ExCOY6HQXy4/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705398590806175826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out in an orderly fashion using a paint brush and not mixing colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0CpCl7Sci4/Ty2ly9KiwqI/AAAAAAAADQA/Flh4NXxnp5w/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0CpCl7Sci4/Ty2ly9KiwqI/AAAAAAAADQA/Flh4NXxnp5w/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705398597779112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to the inside to paint "furniture"; realized it's fun to fling paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHIM32odxIg/Ty2lzOPLekI/AAAAAAAADQQ/keM8aaUKZW8/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHIM32odxIg/Ty2lzOPLekI/AAAAAAAADQQ/keM8aaUKZW8/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705398602361961026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided paint brushes were totally unnecessary when you have hands. Shortly after this shot, Owen decided his belly was an even better painting tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qhqe2neE6k/Ty2lyjMEMFI/AAAAAAAADP4/ExCOY6HQXy4/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bbe9QFZPeY/Ty2lzjm07yI/AAAAAAAADQc/T2EMRnAcz4Q/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bbe9QFZPeY/Ty2lzjm07yI/AAAAAAAADQc/T2EMRnAcz4Q/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705398608098291490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist in all his glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5239854769414648949?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5239854769414648949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5239854769414648949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5239854769414648949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5239854769414648949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-add-paint.html' title='Just Add Paint'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-3qhqe2neE6k/Ty2lyjMEMFI/AAAAAAAADP4/ExCOY6HQXy4/s72-c/DSC_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8694217873640260925</id><published>2012-01-29T15:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:34:02.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen Didn't Even Need The Edge</title><content type='html'>Last night was Monster Jam and Owen had a hugely good time (and so did Dad).  We ordered good tickets, but when we got there, we realized how good they were.  We were two rows back from front row.  All of the trucks parked right in front of us while they were waiting for the other trucks to run the course.  To sum it up, it was loud and rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HO31d0r9zE/TyXEREq4ARI/AAAAAAAADOo/k1UkIFxkkj4/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HO31d0r9zE/TyXEREq4ARI/AAAAAAAADOo/k1UkIFxkkj4/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703180300724994322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scene that greeted us.  Incidentally, this is also the scene where I realized we were going to have a fantastic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTK0Qz5zFq8/TyXEZ54ON3I/AAAAAAAADPk/4sKVybLsc18/s1600/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTK0Qz5zFq8/TyXEZ54ON3I/AAAAAAAADPk/4sKVybLsc18/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703180452447008626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a camera that can catch &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-at-gardens.html"&gt;a hummingbird's wing mid-flap&lt;/a&gt; with perfect clarity, but it didn't stand a chance with Owen's mid-flap excitement about the show unfolding in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dVDj8YB30A/TyXERRFb6aI/AAAAAAAADO0/_FaOEVx2_3Y/s1600/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1dVDj8YB30A/TyXERRFb6aI/AAAAAAAADO0/_FaOEVx2_3Y/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703180304057624994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky to have Grave Digger at our event.  He's pretty much the monster truck top-dog.  I guess they have other shows around the country and some of the other popular guys were spread out, but Grave Digger was nice to have because he always puts on a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lki79xI0_40/TyXERnkIiqI/AAAAAAAADPA/kH8QRUjj2Nc/s1600/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lki79xI0_40/TyXERnkIiqI/AAAAAAAADPA/kH8QRUjj2Nc/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703180310091958946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the racing (as opposed to the freestyle) portion of the show, we were privy to a serious Lightning McQueen style photo finish ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVizfH-n8EM/TyXESOujS1I/AAAAAAAADPI/cRp2JJxbKUw/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVizfH-n8EM/TyXESOujS1I/AAAAAAAADPI/cRp2JJxbKUw/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703180320604638034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had it on the Jumbo-tron and said it was a tie and just gave it to one of the trucks.  They said (and I would like to fact check this before I go on record as saying) that this was the closest race finish in monster truck history, but the announcers were also shilling cotton candy and Matchbox toys, so I'd take that with a grain of salt.  Fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNTaF_1NK7g/TyXESGdQqBI/AAAAAAAADPY/IajRiqk62mQ/s1600/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNTaF_1NK7g/TyXESGdQqBI/AAAAAAAADPY/IajRiqk62mQ/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703180318384629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were spills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qK2dfgiA5Ig/TyXDc-jNPpI/AAAAAAAADOM/_lQsll3JPkg/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qK2dfgiA5Ig/TyXDc-jNPpI/AAAAAAAADOM/_lQsll3JPkg/s320/DSC_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703179405729021586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZhiPmdfNUo/TyXDdNZwoKI/AAAAAAAADOY/5AOmvWXoevo/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZhiPmdfNUo/TyXDdNZwoKI/AAAAAAAADOY/5AOmvWXoevo/s320/DSC_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703179409715929250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And huger air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhtGJ-295wY/TyXDcgqmcTI/AAAAAAAADOA/A6IgBVh17xA/s1600/DSC_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhtGJ-295wY/TyXDcgqmcTI/AAAAAAAADOA/A6IgBVh17xA/s320/DSC_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703179397706969394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trucks articulate like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5v87BfV3tYQ/TyXDcOg1TEI/AAAAAAAADN0/0wVi6TtPhl0/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5v87BfV3tYQ/TyXDcOg1TEI/AAAAAAAADN0/0wVi6TtPhl0/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703179392834161730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a point.  Also, look at how hot the differentials get.  You can see them glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cT_qDY2TLQ8/TyXDb6j7d9I/AAAAAAAADNo/UQBncZv1nY0/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cT_qDY2TLQ8/TyXDb6j7d9I/AAAAAAAADNo/UQBncZv1nY0/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703179387478439890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen even got a kick out of watching them set up for the freestyle course during intermission.  It was a really fun night for all (in descending order of Owen, Ed, Carrie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8694217873640260925?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8694217873640260925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8694217873640260925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8694217873640260925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8694217873640260925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2012/01/owen-didnt-even-need-edge.html' title='Owen Didn&apos;t Even Need The Edge'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-1HO31d0r9zE/TyXEREq4ARI/AAAAAAAADOo/k1UkIFxkkj4/s72-c/DSC_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2827251510283102929</id><published>2012-01-22T20:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:32:36.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Flyin' So We Must Be Havin' Fun</title><content type='html'>We set up this blog when we were getting ready to welcome Owen into the  world so that all of the people who care about us near and far would be  able to keep tabs on what was happening with the Wilhelmes in Arizona.   We looked at the calendar and discovered that we've been at this thing  for four years.  That's a pretty decent chunk of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy  to get wrapped up in the here-and-now, but from time to time we will  sit down and browse the blog.  I am eternally grateful that we have it.   For something that was set up to be inclusive of others, it sure turned  out to mean a heck of a lot to us.  So, in a sense, we owe a sincere  thanks to all of you who follow along with us or we would have much less  of an impetus to keep at it.  In that spirit, happy blogiversary  everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGLYjZmbbU0/TxziTKp1fTI/AAAAAAAADNc/WrAMVHDv9YA/s1600/100_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGLYjZmbbU0/TxziTKp1fTI/AAAAAAAADNc/WrAMVHDv9YA/s320/100_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700680047249423666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago - baby cooking.  Seems like a long time ago now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2827251510283102929?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2827251510283102929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2827251510283102929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2827251510283102929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2827251510283102929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2012/01/times-flyin-so-we-must-be-havin-fun.html' title='Time&apos;s Flyin&apos; So We Must Be Havin&apos; Fun'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-mGLYjZmbbU0/TxziTKp1fTI/AAAAAAAADNc/WrAMVHDv9YA/s72-c/100_0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2469313948598091503</id><published>2012-01-14T09:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:47:16.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Fun</title><content type='html'>Baby Grae (Niah's brother) had his first birthday party last weekend. Wren (their mom) is a great party planner and had a photographer, props, and a make-shift photo booth where you could take fun photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFAuwSPOA14/TxGume80DWI/AAAAAAAADNM/-fCejGHHyXw/s1600/WilhelmeMustach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFAuwSPOA14/TxGume80DWI/AAAAAAAADNM/-fCejGHHyXw/s320/WilhelmeMustach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697526979766783330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mustachio family. Is that Owen's look of parental embarrassment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjXI5kk4aNs/TxGumO4rLzI/AAAAAAAADNA/sn4e_5G2HsY/s1600/Dawn%2527sCrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjXI5kk4aNs/TxGumO4rLzI/AAAAAAAADNA/sn4e_5G2HsY/s320/Dawn%2527sCrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697526975454457650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographic proof that you can herd cats. (All the kids in photo are in, or have been through, Dawn's daycare.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2469313948598091503?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2469313948598091503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2469313948598091503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2469313948598091503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2469313948598091503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-fun.html' title='Photo Fun'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-aFAuwSPOA14/TxGume80DWI/AAAAAAAADNM/-fCejGHHyXw/s72-c/WilhelmeMustach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7569289581859589965</id><published>2012-01-09T19:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:15:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes Make the Outfit</title><content type='html'>Owen has mastered the whole pants/shirt dichotomy.  Old news for this young man.  He's discovered a whole new realm of flair where there are seemingly no rules: shoes.  The shoes make the man and he's dabbling in the look and feel that fit him to a tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqNZrZZ9IN8/TwulQP66HhI/AAAAAAAADMo/ozviSPTFPkM/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqNZrZZ9IN8/TwulQP66HhI/AAAAAAAADMo/ozviSPTFPkM/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695827852310224402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got the fish-out-of-water urban-cowboy-hoodie look. Not bad, and it got a good laugh from quite a number of patrons at the restaurant he wore it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuz4pn-hIG0/TwulQQLTMQI/AAAAAAAADM4/JfBXl7bBzt8/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tuz4pn-hIG0/TwulQQLTMQI/AAAAAAAADM4/JfBXl7bBzt8/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695827852378976514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have the street-smart, dice-shootin', slipper wearin', loose canon.  The daycare kids liked this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7569289581859589965?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7569289581859589965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7569289581859589965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7569289581859589965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7569289581859589965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2012/01/shoes-make-outfit.html' title='Shoes Make the Outfit'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-RqNZrZZ9IN8/TwulQP66HhI/AAAAAAAADMo/ozviSPTFPkM/s72-c/DSC_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2600702839758489550</id><published>2012-01-05T21:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:41:46.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireside Friends</title><content type='html'>Ever since Owen was exposed to s'mores this summer on Blake Island, he's had a pension for campfires.  This has only been exacerbated by our own newly purchased fire pit where we roast marshmallows as a family.  Since it's not feasible to have campfires as often as Owen would like (read: every night), we got him his own campfire for Christmas, complete with sticks, hot-dogs, and marshmallows.  It doesn't put out any heat, but it glows and blows a fan through the fabric flames.  It's actually pretty cool and Owen thinks so too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JizHy_aDBa4/TwZ37pcDCiI/AAAAAAAADMc/S-7Z2Gq0ne4/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JizHy_aDBa4/TwZ37pcDCiI/AAAAAAAADMc/S-7Z2Gq0ne4/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694370645476051490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has gathered all his friends around his campfire and is graciously cooking for them all.  Notice &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-doesnt-get-that-from-his-mom.html"&gt;Monkey's&lt;/a&gt; hot-dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2600702839758489550?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2600702839758489550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2600702839758489550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2600702839758489550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2600702839758489550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2012/01/fireside-friends.html' title='Fireside Friends'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-JizHy_aDBa4/TwZ37pcDCiI/AAAAAAAADMc/S-7Z2Gq0ne4/s72-c/DSC_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8345786511614947748</id><published>2011-12-31T22:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:50:39.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etBq7jMpS1A/Tv_uDoHT2qI/AAAAAAAADMQ/nThWEElHlU4/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etBq7jMpS1A/Tv_uDoHT2qI/AAAAAAAADMQ/nThWEElHlU4/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692530200094694050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it went. 2011 has come and gone. What a year. New jobs, schools, challenges and adventures. It was a rough one, but we saw that coming when we rang in 2011.  We are very optimistic about 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our blogging, unfortunately, slacked a bit this year. There were a few moments we were going to post about and never did. So to wrap up 2011, here are some moments from the year that, for various reasons, never made it up.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSmSQe1n7zY/Tv_sHYoA4mI/AAAAAAAADLg/Xn3z1-qTNfg/s1600/DSC_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSmSQe1n7zY/Tv_sHYoA4mI/AAAAAAAADLg/Xn3z1-qTNfg/s320/DSC_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692528065633116770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the La Jolla emergency room for an earache and spending 5 hours in a hospital waiting room rather than hanging out on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0kql_QoV_I/Tv_sGgwxVtI/AAAAAAAADLU/-neCnjRx3VQ/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0kql_QoV_I/Tv_sGgwxVtI/AAAAAAAADLU/-neCnjRx3VQ/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692528050637461202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and Owen running the bases at M's spring training with Jason and Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhVh2Am5RCM/Tv_sGfyFB9I/AAAAAAAADLE/flDquVqlM9M/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhVh2Am5RCM/Tv_sGfyFB9I/AAAAAAAADLE/flDquVqlM9M/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692528050374510546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Owen's 3rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66VeaJBfxfA/Tv_sGC8rERI/AAAAAAAADK8/1iuVz73Sno4/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66VeaJBfxfA/Tv_sGC8rERI/AAAAAAAADK8/1iuVz73Sno4/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692528042634318098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for, and finding, Easter eggs...again and again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zM2yfchatEc/Tv_sGCeQf4I/AAAAAAAADKw/AnkFDWdwngE/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zM2yfchatEc/Tv_sGCeQf4I/AAAAAAAADKw/AnkFDWdwngE/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692528042506747778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to drive a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IXT8NBaiVk/Tv_uDNzJl8I/AAAAAAAADME/Xta3sVrTPwM/s1600/DSC_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IXT8NBaiVk/Tv_uDNzJl8I/AAAAAAAADME/Xta3sVrTPwM/s320/DSC_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692530193030813634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in mud and drinking beers at Warrior Dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGDKUeGE5CQ/Tv_uCep_3VI/AAAAAAAADLs/974F50YkxVE/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGDKUeGE5CQ/Tv_uCep_3VI/AAAAAAAADLs/974F50YkxVE/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692530180375960914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to a parrot at the Santa Monica Pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jS2RvDY_YI/Tv_uCZcQqcI/AAAAAAAADL4/PFppUZoMfv4/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jS2RvDY_YI/Tv_uCZcQqcI/AAAAAAAADL4/PFppUZoMfv4/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692530178976164290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8345786511614947748?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8345786511614947748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8345786511614947748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8345786511614947748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8345786511614947748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/12/moments-in-between.html' title='The Moments In Between'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-etBq7jMpS1A/Tv_uDoHT2qI/AAAAAAAADMQ/nThWEElHlU4/s72-c/DSC_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-132928089131149672</id><published>2011-12-28T21:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:30:05.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Cake</title><content type='html'>Today is my father's birthday and being the loyal blog follower that he is, I wanted to send birthday wishes via the blog. It's always hard when I can't be there to celebrate my family's birthdays, sometimes more so than holidays. Maybe it's because birthday celebrations are more personal than holiday celebrations. Large groups come together for holidays but only a select group come together, year after year, to celebrate the day you were born. Whatever the reason, I wish we were there to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Oqfp99TW5s/TvvqSW90V-I/AAAAAAAADKk/MaPcqmSauDw/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Oqfp99TW5s/TvvqSW90V-I/AAAAAAAADKk/MaPcqmSauDw/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691400155236161506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dad. Vanilla cake with chocolate frosting is my favorite too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-132928089131149672?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/132928089131149672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=132928089131149672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/132928089131149672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/132928089131149672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/12/vanilla-cake.html' title='Vanilla Cake'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-6Oqfp99TW5s/TvvqSW90V-I/AAAAAAAADKk/MaPcqmSauDw/s72-c/DSC_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6273508045436468725</id><published>2011-12-26T21:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:48:46.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>Living away from family is felt most around the holidays, but having a small family of our own helps.  As does having a loving family who is willing to exchange holiday wishes (and presents) from afar.  Speaking to everyone on Christmas was great and here are some photos of our big day.  We hope everyone had a lovely holiday season and is ready to have a fabulous 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cW3OLyofXfo/TvlHxCTTAxI/AAAAAAAADKM/nd_2WADhMAA/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cW3OLyofXfo/TvlHxCTTAxI/AAAAAAAADKM/nd_2WADhMAA/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690658511916303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a slot-car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTouSicMH7M/TvlHwyLDNZI/AAAAAAAADKA/3nT-EzwzkOo/s1600/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CTouSicMH7M/TvlHwyLDNZI/AAAAAAAADKA/3nT-EzwzkOo/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690658507586745746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was by far the longest Owen ever had to delay gratification.  I'm hoping it helped build a little character.  Not that we need him to be more of a character or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bExdAl2e7E/TvlHxgjmnnI/AAAAAAAADKc/0kfICYCQlTU/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bExdAl2e7E/TvlHxgjmnnI/AAAAAAAADKc/0kfICYCQlTU/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690658520037760626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever the considerate soul, Owen made and decorated cookies for Santa and left the perfectly logical number of five carrots for Santa's eight reindeer.  Notice the Brato cameo - his farewell appearance for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, we had a wonderfully relaxed Christmas weekend and we hope everybody got what they wanted this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6273508045436468725?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6273508045436468725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6273508045436468725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6273508045436468725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6273508045436468725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-2011.html' title='Merry Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-cW3OLyofXfo/TvlHxCTTAxI/AAAAAAAADKM/nd_2WADhMAA/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1983316012739730613</id><published>2011-12-24T09:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:37:06.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Brato Christmas</title><content type='html'>For about 25 days we've had a visitor in our house.  Brato (Owen named him) is an elf who gets into mischief but who has a job to do also.  His job is to see if Owen has been a good boy or naughty. He then flies up to the North Pole every night and reports to Santa.  This is why we can't touch Brato, because, like butterflies, if you touch him, he can't fly (unless, of course, that's a line my parents told me about butterflies, in which case... ha ha [being a science teacher, I should probably figure that out]). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole endeavor seemed a little Orwellian at first, but being on the other side of all that monitoring sure gives insight into why monitoring on that level is so appealing.  Any time Owen does something wrong he says, "Brato tell Santa about that?"  As loving parents, we have tried to very much limit how hard we use this leverage over him, but it's tough because it's so effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving beyond the morality of the whole situation, we have had fun with Brato in the evenings.  He appears in a different spot every morning for Owen to discover.  Staging him in 25 different ways has proven a slightly challenging, yet eminently rewarding midnight task.  Owen has really enjoyed our guest and since tonight he will be returning home to the North Pole, we thought we'd share some of our favorite 2011 Brato moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXtCOJ7Peb0/TvX5aMbkS3I/AAAAAAAADJs/YMWwHxrWuxM/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXtCOJ7Peb0/TvX5aMbkS3I/AAAAAAAADJs/YMWwHxrWuxM/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689727932661255026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4gZ7D9B1vM/TvX5Z2xC2EI/AAAAAAAADJY/soqG_TLIFtE/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4gZ7D9B1vM/TvX5Z2xC2EI/AAAAAAAADJY/soqG_TLIFtE/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689727926845757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIILrB2-PeA/TvX5ZpGGU-I/AAAAAAAADJQ/HjUzlrIYCVk/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIILrB2-PeA/TvX5ZpGGU-I/AAAAAAAADJQ/HjUzlrIYCVk/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689727923175969762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFCAWO1OBpo/TvX5ZaIyfWI/AAAAAAAADJE/kej1nSzYRm0/s1600/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFCAWO1OBpo/TvX5ZaIyfWI/AAAAAAAADJE/kej1nSzYRm0/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689727919160720738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYu9KPw2vLA/TvX5agdsBeI/AAAAAAAADJ0/nLJkzJCSRlc/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYu9KPw2vLA/TvX5agdsBeI/AAAAAAAADJ0/nLJkzJCSRlc/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689727938038859234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Holiday Owenisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Santa eat so many cookies? He needs to be careful. He's going to get a tummy ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy. I need help. I can't wait till Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas night, Santa will come and I'm going to sleep with one eye open so I can see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dirty with Christmas! (Said after playing with artificial snow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma! We ate all the cookies! We need to make more cookies for Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1983316012739730613?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1983316012739730613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1983316012739730613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1983316012739730613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1983316012739730613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-brato-christmas.html' title='A Very Brato Christmas'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-sXtCOJ7Peb0/TvX5aMbkS3I/AAAAAAAADJs/YMWwHxrWuxM/s72-c/DSC_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1725623636577601342</id><published>2011-12-14T22:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:28:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Visit</title><content type='html'>Santa Claus (aka my dad) stopped by my parents house last Saturday night to say hello to Bella and Owen since they have been such good kids this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIFoTbtcSOo/TumAHQLeGXI/AAAAAAAADI0/ujoTKjUWFOI/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIFoTbtcSOo/TumAHQLeGXI/AAAAAAAADI0/ujoTKjUWFOI/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686216866622478706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen asked for a race car track from Santa. He was a little confused and upset when Santa didn't immediately produce a race car track. It took a bit of explaining that Santa brings it on Christmas and doesn't pull it out of his red, toy sack when you meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTM8amzJUWU/TumAG2htKAI/AAAAAAAADIo/8gyVIBG-DmQ/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTM8amzJUWU/TumAG2htKAI/AAAAAAAADIo/8gyVIBG-DmQ/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686216859736418306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella very sweetly asked for a guitar. Then she got the heck away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZcwn_IDE8c/TumAGfyznBI/AAAAAAAADIc/zCpZioE6Xks/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZcwn_IDE8c/TumAGfyznBI/AAAAAAAADIc/zCpZioE6Xks/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686216853634128914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa and his family. Quite a jolly bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party, Santa handed out candy canes to the adults though he missed me. I mentioned to Owen that Santa forgot to give me a candy cane and Owen said, "Santa didn't give you a candy cane because you are mean to people." I, quite shocked asked, "who am I mean to?" Owen says, "You're mean to Owen. You put Owen in the time out chair. Santa doesn't like it when you put Owen in the time out chair so you don't get any presents this year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever little punk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1725623636577601342?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1725623636577601342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1725623636577601342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1725623636577601342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1725623636577601342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/12/surprise-visit.html' title='Surprise Visit'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-oIFoTbtcSOo/TumAHQLeGXI/AAAAAAAADI0/ujoTKjUWFOI/s72-c/DSC_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7821841277710766728</id><published>2011-12-04T18:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:52:55.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Little Monkey Jumping on the Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3s7V6p2TWww/TtwiwRiNY-I/AAAAAAAADIE/VuzzXVJfAhE/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3s7V6p2TWww/TtwiwRiNY-I/AAAAAAAADIE/VuzzXVJfAhE/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455042570675170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a little angel when he sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qJgDfHJnR4/Ttwiwo2PmjI/AAAAAAAADIQ/Slmo-D5WPqM/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qJgDfHJnR4/Ttwiwo2PmjI/AAAAAAAADIQ/Slmo-D5WPqM/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682455048828721714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then he wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the bruising on the middle of his head in the 2nd photo? He ran full speed into a pole at school. Owen told us his friend Blake was chasing him and when pole jumped out in front on him. Owen had a pretty good bump and was sent home from school to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it begins...being the parents of a boy. I feel like I should have the doctor's number on speed dial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7821841277710766728?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7821841277710766728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7821841277710766728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7821841277710766728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7821841277710766728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-little-monkey-jumping-on-bed.html' title='One Little Monkey Jumping on the Bed'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-3s7V6p2TWww/TtwiwRiNY-I/AAAAAAAADIE/VuzzXVJfAhE/s72-c/DSC_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7375569653577951731</id><published>2011-11-27T00:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:24:49.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends-giving</title><content type='html'>Kristi and Jeff hosted Thanksgiving this year. A couple of their friends and neighbors, along with the old daycare crew, came over for the day. It was potluck style, low key, and relaxing.  It's interesting, and wonderful really, how people who do not have family near them find ways to create a family. Jeff said it best when he gave thanks at dinner: "I feel very thankful to have Miles in my life and am equally thankful for them people who have entered my life because of Miles." This is a good group of people and a nice little Arizona family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rqg1n37LEo/TtHhv6angFI/AAAAAAAADH0/_3-YXS2tWAU/s1600/Ed%2BGravey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rqg1n37LEo/TtHhv6angFI/AAAAAAAADH0/_3-YXS2tWAU/s320/Ed%2BGravey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679568818341904466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an audible sigh of relief from Jeff when Ed offered to make the gravy. Ed was officially dubbed, "the gravy master."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAeAMGHWsis/TtHhvjfUc7I/AAAAAAAADHo/k170PqR-vJg/s1600/Wren_Kristi"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAeAMGHWsis/TtHhvjfUc7I/AAAAAAAADHo/k170PqR-vJg/s320/Wren_Kristi" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679568812187612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wren and Kristi aka Niah's and Miles' mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqk4h-kzTS0/TtHhvvdiX6I/AAAAAAAADHc/ApR8kZTTxPE/s1600/Table%2BGroup"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqk4h-kzTS0/TtHhvvdiX6I/AAAAAAAADHc/ApR8kZTTxPE/s320/Table%2BGroup" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679568815401361314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying Thanksgiving dinner outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5aoThb652w/TtHhveQaKzI/AAAAAAAADHU/yu5hV0b_e5k/s1600/Kid%2BWagon"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5aoThb652w/TtHhveQaKzI/AAAAAAAADHU/yu5hV0b_e5k/s320/Kid%2BWagon" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679568810782894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids working off the big meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7375569653577951731?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7375569653577951731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7375569653577951731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7375569653577951731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7375569653577951731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends-giving.html' title='Friends-giving'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-9Rqg1n37LEo/TtHhv6angFI/AAAAAAAADH0/_3-YXS2tWAU/s72-c/Ed%2BGravey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-834811662041105856</id><published>2011-11-20T20:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:12:32.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick and Tanya's Wedding</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we took a road trip over to LA to see Nick and Tanya get married. It was a beautiful wedding and the food at the reception was incredible. Armenians know how to throw a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen was the ring bearer. But even though he was bribed with chocolate and transformers, he still got cold feet before the wedding so Carrie walked down the aisle with him. It was a quick trip but it was nice to spend a couple days with family and see two people we care about get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heGqz_HTqYQ/Tsx7wS2FiGI/AAAAAAAADFo/p1ynssyF53M/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-heGqz_HTqYQ/Tsx7wS2FiGI/AAAAAAAADFo/p1ynssyF53M/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678049299829983330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol looked stunning and Nick looked completely overwhelmed but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2YqrqeE9Qs/TsnK9hxfRlI/AAAAAAAADEo/nkBn-wblKYU/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2YqrqeE9Qs/TsnK9hxfRlI/AAAAAAAADEo/nkBn-wblKYU/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291963663992402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took three adults making faces and jumping around like monkeys to get Owen to smile for the camera. Couldn't get the shirt tucked in but at least we got a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh93BFv7v9U/TsnK910xWaI/AAAAAAAADE0/69S1LQU9A3s/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh93BFv7v9U/TsnK910xWaI/AAAAAAAADE0/69S1LQU9A3s/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291969046469026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids all together. Pretty rare considering they are scattered among three states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZND9n1IIQbU/TsnK-mwfC7I/AAAAAAAADFA/VudBusfCYkY/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZND9n1IIQbU/TsnK-mwfC7I/AAAAAAAADFA/VudBusfCYkY/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291982181829554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting loose on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae-sC1n6JLY/TsnK_GUlrBI/AAAAAAAADFM/5ao1IGuMQwk/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ae-sC1n6JLY/TsnK_GUlrBI/AAAAAAAADFM/5ao1IGuMQwk/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291990654757906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three generations having a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVydyuEwrUg/TsnK_3d8btI/AAAAAAAADFY/B2WY_VK1u1I/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVydyuEwrUg/TsnK_3d8btI/AAAAAAAADFY/B2WY_VK1u1I/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677292003847335634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen continues to be smitten by Theresa. He didn't want to leave her side. Can you blame him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-834811662041105856?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/834811662041105856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=834811662041105856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/834811662041105856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/834811662041105856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/11/nick-and-tanyas-wedding.html' title='Nick and Tanya&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-heGqz_HTqYQ/Tsx7wS2FiGI/AAAAAAAADFo/p1ynssyF53M/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-968199649522660680</id><published>2011-11-13T09:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T10:11:44.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>I realized that we needed to play catch-up on our photos. Time is flying by. Do you realize there are only six more weeks till Christmas? And in between that we have a trip to LA for Nick's wedding, Thanksgiving, a trip to Seattle to finally meet Jameson, finals for school, and a visit from Robyn and Arlene. Let the good times roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-iR9yxvLfo/Tr_1Jh1iN3I/AAAAAAAADEU/_rm9zxgA1KI/s1600/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-iR9yxvLfo/Tr_1Jh1iN3I/AAAAAAAADEU/_rm9zxgA1KI/s320/DSC_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674523599560652658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's preschool had "trunk or treat" for Halloween and we volunteered to decorate our car. Ed's penguin costume was a hit as was Owen's race car costume. I can't believe we actually pulled the race car costume off. It's amazing what you can do with foam core and a hot glue gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syKNosqcyZw/Tr_1JBdTJrI/AAAAAAAADEI/9kvpUsEzoPI/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syKNosqcyZw/Tr_1JBdTJrI/AAAAAAAADEI/9kvpUsEzoPI/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674523590869067442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this next to the two buck chuck. (Owen finds it hilarious to make a frown face when getting his photo taken. I have quite a few of these shots. Pretty clever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ1F4CnX1HA/Tr_1IoEYLmI/AAAAAAAADD8/Len1d_stYBM/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ1F4CnX1HA/Tr_1IoEYLmI/AAAAAAAADD8/Len1d_stYBM/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674523584053653090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a pretty cute outfit he put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ql-tOKTucYU/Tr_1IY0WiPI/AAAAAAAADDw/I2QPXjapWEk/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ql-tOKTucYU/Tr_1IY0WiPI/AAAAAAAADDw/I2QPXjapWEk/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674523579959904498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I encountered about two hours north of Phoenix. We're excited to take Owen up sledding and he's excited to make "balls out of snow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Gr67QA5GQ/Tr_1H08KUxI/AAAAAAAADDk/C5Sep0zmpEo/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Gr67QA5GQ/Tr_1H08KUxI/AAAAAAAADDk/C5Sep0zmpEo/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674523570328982290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama. Take my picture cause I look awesome!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-968199649522660680?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/968199649522660680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=968199649522660680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/968199649522660680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/968199649522660680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/11/october-catch-up.html' title='October Catch-Up'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-e-iR9yxvLfo/Tr_1Jh1iN3I/AAAAAAAADEU/_rm9zxgA1KI/s72-c/DSC_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1823525422581024451</id><published>2011-11-06T21:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:05:12.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars Watching Cars</title><content type='html'>We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast and Furious Five&lt;/span&gt; the other night. Owen thought his cars would enjoy the movie so he lined them up so they could watch. He was also gracious enough to share his popcorn with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5OMWswWSJk/Trdl3iklKQI/AAAAAAAADDY/bVE57FA-JoA/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5OMWswWSJk/Trdl3iklKQI/AAAAAAAADDY/bVE57FA-JoA/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672114260543875330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely cut the kid out of the photo since he was, as usual, sans pantalones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1823525422581024451?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1823525422581024451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1823525422581024451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1823525422581024451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1823525422581024451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/11/cars-watching-cars.html' title='Cars Watching Cars'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-H5OMWswWSJk/Trdl3iklKQI/AAAAAAAADDY/bVE57FA-JoA/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5619706666011273183</id><published>2011-10-30T16:18:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:08:41.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our House</title><content type='html'>We finally got our place painted and we are so very happy with the  way  it's turned out.  Having (almost) all of the house painted the way  we  want has made such a big difference in the way we feel about our  place.   It finally feels like it's our house.  For those of you who enjoy a good before and after, here are the before (and slightly during) pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2VKue5KkNM/Tq3kflIxW2I/AAAAAAAADC8/BRG-e-KqMqw/s1600/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2VKue5KkNM/Tq3kflIxW2I/AAAAAAAADC8/BRG-e-KqMqw/s320/DSC_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669438737125301090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6mXZdmW8k0/Tq3kfXqN1EI/AAAAAAAADC0/DaTlgrhn3YA/s1600/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6mXZdmW8k0/Tq3kfXqN1EI/AAAAAAAADC0/DaTlgrhn3YA/s320/DSC_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669438733507482690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BsILFg5OVA/Tq3kfJHXPyI/AAAAAAAADCo/i08xgmBTCH0/s1600/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6BsILFg5OVA/Tq3kfJHXPyI/AAAAAAAADCo/i08xgmBTCH0/s320/DSC_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669438729603202850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVxfb763p-I/Tq3kewTGHyI/AAAAAAAADCc/rfsr3viNdMM/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVxfb763p-I/Tq3kewTGHyI/AAAAAAAADCc/rfsr3viNdMM/s320/DSC_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669438722941525794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAErQYI-_7Y/Tq3kf9_PzzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/KJoOM9d-zeI/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAErQYI-_7Y/Tq3kf9_PzzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/KJoOM9d-zeI/s320/DSC_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669438743796240178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the after pictures.  We are really happy to have the faux... whatever they were thinking gone.  There is still a lot of work to be done, but it feels like we're over the hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q9yEpXw3XE/Tq3ghrO-4xI/AAAAAAAADCE/IDcYMIgDVG0/s1600/DSC_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q9yEpXw3XE/Tq3ghrO-4xI/AAAAAAAADCE/IDcYMIgDVG0/s320/DSC_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669434375075193618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CByj7Ko2-h4/Tq3ghAVOeLI/AAAAAAAADB8/9SVr0LLyM0M/s1600/DSC_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CByj7Ko2-h4/Tq3ghAVOeLI/AAAAAAAADB8/9SVr0LLyM0M/s320/DSC_0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669434363558656178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XTuoqXdJzw/Tq3ggeKzWSI/AAAAAAAADBw/j3G8bX4xiD8/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XTuoqXdJzw/Tq3ggeKzWSI/AAAAAAAADBw/j3G8bX4xiD8/s320/DSC_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669434354388130082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCPkHfvdIbs/Tq3gf9s6orI/AAAAAAAADBg/GqioGh_dBs0/s1600/DSC_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCPkHfvdIbs/Tq3gf9s6orI/AAAAAAAADBg/GqioGh_dBs0/s320/DSC_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669434345672843954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fNI66ngdvk/Tq3gflOp5FI/AAAAAAAADBU/cJzxlJPxnuk/s1600/DSC_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1fNI66ngdvk/Tq3gflOp5FI/AAAAAAAADBU/cJzxlJPxnuk/s320/DSC_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669434339103466578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0fRWazNj5Q/Tq3h2IpZw9I/AAAAAAAADCQ/ZWjGXSYa5ko/s1600/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0fRWazNj5Q/Tq3h2IpZw9I/AAAAAAAADCQ/ZWjGXSYa5ko/s320/DSC_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669435826079646674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5619706666011273183?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5619706666011273183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5619706666011273183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5619706666011273183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5619706666011273183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-house.html' title='Our House'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-d2VKue5KkNM/Tq3kflIxW2I/AAAAAAAADC8/BRG-e-KqMqw/s72-c/DSC_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6434906354851262761</id><published>2011-10-22T08:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:38:35.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbr-_dF_3KU/TqLjBBxFNMI/AAAAAAAADAc/uiebMI3xHtk/s1600/DSC_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbr-_dF_3KU/TqLjBBxFNMI/AAAAAAAADAc/uiebMI3xHtk/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666340887979177154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy3eUR1u4Zw/TqLjAfNDz-I/AAAAAAAADAQ/mbArXkcuC1c/s1600/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy3eUR1u4Zw/TqLjAfNDz-I/AAAAAAAADAQ/mbArXkcuC1c/s320/DSC_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666340878701285346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWqahym9YN4/TqLjAFBUSsI/AAAAAAAADAE/4-GDspHg56s/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWqahym9YN4/TqLjAFBUSsI/AAAAAAAADAE/4-GDspHg56s/s320/DSC_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666340871672711874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6434906354851262761?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6434906354851262761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6434906354851262761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6434906354851262761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6434906354851262761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/10/da-boys.html' title='Da Boys'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-mbr-_dF_3KU/TqLjBBxFNMI/AAAAAAAADAc/uiebMI3xHtk/s72-c/DSC_0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7044630537107004777</id><published>2011-10-16T08:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:29:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever Boy</title><content type='html'>Don't let the mittens fool you, Owen is getting clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8NOfG1pFQ8/Tpr1GDPW4jI/AAAAAAAAC_w/ENygmYHL-6k/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8NOfG1pFQ8/Tpr1GDPW4jI/AAAAAAAAC_w/ENygmYHL-6k/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664108965669560882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Owen, I want you to pick up your cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen: No, I want to pretend. Mama, you be Owen, I be Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Okay, I'm Owen, you're Daddy. What do you want to play Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen: No play, Owen, I want you to pick up your cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Owen loves to pretend he's me and Carrie is Owen.  You'd think he would assign the role of Carrie to me but, alas, I am always the role of bad guy...?  It's very interesting to see what his perceptions of how an adult acts are.  He's usually pretty close.  He really likes to discipline as Daddy, but he's always really fair and gentle.  It actually lets us see what he understands about the rules and consequences of the house and what we've found is that he understands them really well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7044630537107004777?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7044630537107004777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7044630537107004777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7044630537107004777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7044630537107004777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/10/clever-boy.html' title='Clever Boy'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-V8NOfG1pFQ8/Tpr1GDPW4jI/AAAAAAAAC_w/ENygmYHL-6k/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6626246617242589507</id><published>2011-10-15T15:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:42:48.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWkMfygnfd4/TpoMhSfk5eI/AAAAAAAAC_g/DGnuYETzn8Q/s1600/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWkMfygnfd4/TpoMhSfk5eI/AAAAAAAAC_g/DGnuYETzn8Q/s320/DSC_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663853247411316194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting the inside of our house painted in two weeks and are very excited. If you've been to our house you know that it's long over due. We *think* we have our paint colors picked out. The overall feel we are going for is Mediterranean Spanish. Of course the color we thought would be neutral, when put on the wall, was not at all what we wanted. And now after playing with the neutral color, we are leaning towards a less neutral color. Paint is so tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqDX2D8kar4/TpoMhLZhJlI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/ySqmBsUPdaE/s1600/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqDX2D8kar4/TpoMhLZhJlI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/ySqmBsUPdaE/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663853245506856530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is fast approaching. We get a ton of kids trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. Plus Owen's preschool has "Trunk-or-Treat" this Friday which involves trick-or-treating (parents decorate their cars and the kids go trick-or-treating to each car), a chili cook-off and a movie on the lawn. So in preparation we bought 20 lbs of candy. Owen's eye got huge when he saw it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DdkwrQ0cg8/TpoMgh_hfzI/AAAAAAAAC_M/_GW-6uQ-1rs/s1600/DSC_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DdkwrQ0cg8/TpoMgh_hfzI/AAAAAAAAC_M/_GW-6uQ-1rs/s320/DSC_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663853234391973682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Halloween, Owen is adamant about being a race car this year. Every time I ask him what he wants to be, he says, "race car." Specifically a green race car. I tried to get him a race car driver costume and when he saw it he said, "that not have tires!" In all honesty, I really didn't have it in me to make a race car costume but my co-workers dropped hints that I was a bad/lazy mom and stated it would be, "soooo easy to make." (In my defense, they are engineers. To them it probably does sound easy.) So this weekend Ed and I are going to attempt to make a race car costume. I'm hoping it's the thought the counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6626246617242589507?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6626246617242589507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6626246617242589507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6626246617242589507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6626246617242589507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/10/scenes-from-house.html' title='Scenes from the House'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-SWkMfygnfd4/TpoMhSfk5eI/AAAAAAAAC_g/DGnuYETzn8Q/s72-c/DSC_0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-796783803749463098</id><published>2011-10-07T19:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:59:20.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Work Week; Hello Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Yeah for Fridays! And what a nice Friday it was. Our weather finally cooled off and today was a wonderful 75 degrees. After having the windows closed and living in air conditioning for almost four months, it feels great to be able to open all the windows again. Owen and I decided to enjoy the nice Friday by going out to breakfast before work/preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnqykX3qhHw/To-2MIqNqBI/AAAAAAAAC_E/bvoSH0fwPW0/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnqykX3qhHw/To-2MIqNqBI/AAAAAAAAC_E/bvoSH0fwPW0/s320/DSC_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660943576227227666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick pit stop before breakfast. Owen's new favorite thing to do is help pump gas. I still had the camera in my car from working a public meeting the night before so I was able to capture Owen in his happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xblsVB9RWo/To-2LesN_UI/AAAAAAAAC-8/06QORh9WWmk/s1600/DSC_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xblsVB9RWo/To-2LesN_UI/AAAAAAAAC-8/06QORh9WWmk/s320/DSC_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660943564961348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday after work, Ed picks Owen up from preschool and we meet up at the local ice cream shop in downtown Scottsdale. It's a very nice routine and a good way to end the hectic work week and begin the weekend. We've been doing it for two months now. It's funny how much I look forward to having ice cream with my boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-796783803749463098?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/796783803749463098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=796783803749463098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/796783803749463098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/796783803749463098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodbye-work-week-hello-ice-cream.html' title='Goodbye Work Week; Hello Ice Cream'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-hnqykX3qhHw/To-2MIqNqBI/AAAAAAAAC_E/bvoSH0fwPW0/s72-c/DSC_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2640175143962300822</id><published>2011-10-01T22:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:47:07.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Adventure</title><content type='html'>Ed had to take a test today for school so Owen and I decided to get out of the house. Owen has been wanting to go the library to check out some books about bones. We decided to make an adventure out of it and take the bus to the library. Along the way we saw police cars, climbed trees, pretended we were interested in a college fair so we could snag a free balloon, and overall had a fun time exploring our city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgUUoTsQEYU/Tof1g6QbENI/AAAAAAAAC-0/a3NOnLAAiWQ/s1600/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgUUoTsQEYU/Tof1g6QbENI/AAAAAAAAC-0/a3NOnLAAiWQ/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658761402557075666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands behind his back, with a cheesy grin, in front of a police car is cute when 3 years old. Same scenario when 18 years old is not so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4EWgGAtMPI/Tof1glueRNI/AAAAAAAAC-s/qUXtsuv_ChM/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4EWgGAtMPI/Tof1glueRNI/AAAAAAAAC-s/qUXtsuv_ChM/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658761397045970130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he saw the skeleton in Ed's classroom, Owen has been obsessed with bones. We hung out at the library for a couple hours reading books about bones, the body, and of course race cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jA7LO0a1tZU/Tof1gtz47RI/AAAAAAAAC-k/eRV2Ltc0llQ/s1600/DSC_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jA7LO0a1tZU/Tof1gtz47RI/AAAAAAAAC-k/eRV2Ltc0llQ/s320/DSC_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658761399216172306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go to downtown Scottsdale without playing on the LOVE statute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yeyrWjY4K8/Tof1fzJ5qEI/AAAAAAAAC-c/geaXs1IMJ3k/s1600/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yeyrWjY4K8/Tof1fzJ5qEI/AAAAAAAAC-c/geaXs1IMJ3k/s320/DSC_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658761383470803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just standin' on the corner, waiting for a bus with the balloon we took from the Princeton table. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Doesn't he look so grown-up in these photos? I can't get over it. Hardly any baby, just little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2640175143962300822?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2640175143962300822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2640175143962300822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2640175143962300822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2640175143962300822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-adventure.html' title='Saturday Adventure'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-DgUUoTsQEYU/Tof1g6QbENI/AAAAAAAAC-0/a3NOnLAAiWQ/s72-c/DSC_0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-120269625265027851</id><published>2011-09-28T22:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:32:05.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Line 'Em Up</title><content type='html'>The shelf in our cupboard broke so we cleared out all the canned goods  so Ed could fix it. Owen got a hold of the cans and pulled a classic  Owen &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-in-row.html"&gt;"line 'em all up" &lt;/a&gt;job.  He still lines up his cars too. His preschool teacher made a comment  that she can tell if Owen last played with the cars because they would  be all lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUKEAew1auQ/ToQA74HzYUI/AAAAAAAAC-U/n2T7qvsteRk/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUKEAew1auQ/ToQA74HzYUI/AAAAAAAAC-U/n2T7qvsteRk/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657648060561580354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's older, he's going to make some incredible domino lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-120269625265027851?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/120269625265027851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=120269625265027851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/120269625265027851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/120269625265027851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/09/line-em-up.html' title='Line &apos;Em Up'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-FUKEAew1auQ/ToQA74HzYUI/AAAAAAAAC-U/n2T7qvsteRk/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-861697732874886473</id><published>2011-09-23T20:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T20:26:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Play</title><content type='html'>Owen: "Hey mommy. You be Owen and I'll be daddy. Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Daddy, I want to play in the mud."&lt;br /&gt;Owen: "No. We don't have mud. Too dirty."&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Daddy, I want to go outside and I don't want to wear any pants." **&lt;br /&gt;Owen: "Are you going out front or out back?"&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Out front!"&lt;br /&gt;Owen: "No. You can't be naked out front. People will see you and the police will get it you."&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Ahhh daddy. Please"&lt;br /&gt;Owen: "No. Put on pants. Shoes too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen does a dang good impression of Ed. It's crazy. Now Ed doesn't seem too thrilled about the impression. He thinks he sounds like a jerk. I think he sounds like a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APJ4hLZyBlg/Tn1MiFgpLAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/nenJmNgB6Tc/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APJ4hLZyBlg/Tn1MiFgpLAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/nenJmNgB6Tc/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655760855525567490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** The "if outside, you must wear pants" argument is a fairly common battle around our house.  With Owen of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-861697732874886473?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/861697732874886473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=861697732874886473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/861697732874886473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/861697732874886473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/09/role-play.html' title='Role Play'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-APJ4hLZyBlg/Tn1MiFgpLAI/AAAAAAAAC-M/nenJmNgB6Tc/s72-c/DSC_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3202693916128770831</id><published>2011-09-18T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:01:10.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Owen and I had an impromptu zoo trip on Saturday. Kristi and Miles were headed out and wanted to know if we could join. It was a good time. We didn't really go for the animals but more to let the kids play around on big toys and the splash pad while the moms got to chit-chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFiSAMEi-XI/TnZaOIjPTVI/AAAAAAAAC94/TwTKqdeDM0s/s1600/DSC_0398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFiSAMEi-XI/TnZaOIjPTVI/AAAAAAAAC94/TwTKqdeDM0s/s320/DSC_0398.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dawn made the daycare kids hold hands when they went to the zoo. Old daycare habits never die.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tf8XaEz17Q/TnZaPDNfhhI/AAAAAAAAC98/tGCMMlSAFwQ/s1600/DSC_0400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tf8XaEz17Q/TnZaPDNfhhI/AAAAAAAAC98/tGCMMlSAFwQ/s320/DSC_0400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monkey see, monkey do.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMIQ64VZvJQ/TnZaRL3YXtI/AAAAAAAAC-A/tv-gf6pf4hg/s1600/DSC_0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMIQ64VZvJQ/TnZaRL3YXtI/AAAAAAAAC-A/tv-gf6pf4hg/s320/DSC_0402.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a good time at the splash pad. Earlier two, female tourists from Japan wanted their picture taken with the cute little American blond boys. Ladies are just drawn to these guys!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oaa0UcEXOdc/TnZaSn0BjDI/AAAAAAAAC-E/y7slJK1_wxY/s1600/DSC_0405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oaa0UcEXOdc/TnZaSn0BjDI/AAAAAAAAC-E/y7slJK1_wxY/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miniature old men at the park.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3202693916128770831?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3202693916128770831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3202693916128770831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3202693916128770831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3202693916128770831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/09/relaxing-day-at-zoo.html' title='Relaxing Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-bFiSAMEi-XI/TnZaOIjPTVI/AAAAAAAAC94/TwTKqdeDM0s/s72-c/DSC_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-482967487625546025</id><published>2011-09-11T23:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:47:45.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wholesome Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We headed up to Payson for the day to see the Gila County Fair Demolition Derby.&amp;nbsp; Although it's a little red in those parts of our red state, (and the announcer made no bones about that fact) we still had a very enjoyable day.&amp;nbsp; It was a modest county fair, but we were there for the smashin' and smashin' is what we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-uhEI-31EEQE/Tm2TKUC5eOI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aIGqpuuVzCY/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhEI-31EEQE/Tm2TKUC5eOI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aIGqpuuVzCY/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Owen finally got the one about the horse with the long face.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs_dCiOub94/Tm2Tb1xP3xI/AAAAAAAAC9w/r73vM0nhEWI/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs_dCiOub94/Tm2Tb1xP3xI/AAAAAAAAC9w/r73vM0nhEWI/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Let the crashin' begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AQirZzNVJs/Tm2TOWCYy4I/AAAAAAAAC9o/zBHs1_cpNAs/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AQirZzNVJs/Tm2TOWCYy4I/AAAAAAAAC9o/zBHs1_cpNAs/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;Owen was in his happy place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meVqpn03QUc/Tm2TWf5kcLI/AAAAAAAAC9s/ai0VIGrwQdY/s1600/DSC_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meVqpn03QUc/Tm2TWf5kcLI/AAAAAAAAC9s/ai0VIGrwQdY/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;September 11 at a demolition derby, need we say more? &lt;br /&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/-C1wwPEItQ4w/Tm2TgBRsrRI/AAAAAAAAC90/lVVOsTcby3M/s1600/DSC_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1wwPEItQ4w/Tm2TgBRsrRI/AAAAAAAAC90/lVVOsTcby3M/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Carrie was happy with a successful family outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Not loving the new Blogger format. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-482967487625546025?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/482967487625546025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=482967487625546025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/482967487625546025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/482967487625546025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/09/wholesome-family-fun.html' title='Wholesome Family Fun'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-uhEI-31EEQE/Tm2TKUC5eOI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aIGqpuuVzCY/s72-c/DSC_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8962341424776982559</id><published>2011-09-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:43:42.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ, Birthdays and Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Labor Day everyone. It was very nice to have three days off. This weekend was Dawn's birthday so we hosted a birthday party for her. We had about 25 people over with almost half of them being kids that have gone, or are currently going to Dawn's daycare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr6povNPyYg/TmWh9iv_Q1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/asmM1LTt8iU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr6povNPyYg/TmWh9iv_Q1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/asmM1LTt8iU/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had a pool party (really, is there any other kind of party in Arizona during the summer?), bbq and sangria. It was a blast. We're fortunate to have met some really great people through daycare and Dawn got a little weepy realizing how many lives she has touched. Most of the families that use Dawn for daycare have no other family in Arizona so she really does become part of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another fun note, we want to say, "Congratulations!" to C.J., Alexis and Bella on the new addition to their family. &lt;a href="http://cjalexisandbella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jameson Paul Cooper&lt;/a&gt; was born this Thursday, September 1st. He looks tiny and adorable. We can't wait to meet him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8962341424776982559?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8962341424776982559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8962341424776982559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8962341424776982559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8962341424776982559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/09/bbq-birthdays-and-babies.html' title='BBQ, Birthdays and Babies'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-Jr6povNPyYg/TmWh9iv_Q1I/AAAAAAAAC9g/asmM1LTt8iU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1562606073867272186</id><published>2011-08-28T16:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:17:54.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Owenisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4mQb6oyvgo/Tlr1p-xSOeI/AAAAAAAAC9U/laONSX73zKQ/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4mQb6oyvgo/Tlr1p-xSOeI/AAAAAAAAC9U/laONSX73zKQ/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646095184435493346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif';  mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Eyes are for seeing. A nose is for smelling. Ears are for hearing things. A tongue is for licking ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif';  mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Momma, I love Niah. I want to get her a present. Hmmm... I'll get her a monster truck. She'll like that alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif';  mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Grown-ups like coffee. Except for Grandma [Bennett]. She likes tea. Tea makes her tummy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; BACKGROUND: white;   mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;When I grow-up, I’m going to be a monster truck driver. I’ll have a big truck. I’ll open the door. I’ll sit down. I’ll drive fast and I’ll crush cars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; BACKGROUND: white;   mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;Remember when I was a baby and I ate mustard? And I squirted mustard everywhere? And it was all over my face? That was silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; BACKGROUND: white;   mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;Hey Momma. Niah has a baby brother. Miles has a baby brother. I don’t have a baby brother. That okay. Niah has a dog. Miles has a dog. I don’t have a dog. Will you buy me a dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; BACKGROUND: white;   mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;Ed: "Owen! Are you chasing the cat? Be nice to her." Owen: "No daddy – we’re just playing hide-n-seek!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif';   mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;Owen just got a pair of light-up shoes that he absolutely loves. Carrie just got a painting of John Lennon. Owen is dancing around in his shoes when he stops to ask her who was in the painting. She explains it's John Lennon. Owen proceeds to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; BACKGROUND: white;   mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;, "Do you think John Lennon would like my shoes? Maybe the lights would make him dance!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; BACKGROUND: white;   mso-fareast-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;color:black;"   &gt;Preschool teacher: "Hey Owen - who packs your lunch?" Owen: "My momma does. She's my best friend. I love her." Preschool teacher: "I've never met your mom, only your dad." Owen: "Yeah. My mom is nice. Just like my dad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif';  mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1562606073867272186?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1562606073867272186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1562606073867272186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1562606073867272186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1562606073867272186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-owenisms.html' title='More Owenisms'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-U4mQb6oyvgo/Tlr1p-xSOeI/AAAAAAAAC9U/laONSX73zKQ/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-4766794141800384377</id><published>2011-08-21T20:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:17:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trio Reunite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-Et0oqrD_s/TlHTmH9AJbI/AAAAAAAAC9M/3k8uLKEUssI/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-Et0oqrD_s/TlHTmH9AJbI/AAAAAAAAC9M/3k8uLKEUssI/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643524459995342258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three amigos got back together today for a bbq at Niah's house. They were so excited to see each other. When we pulled up, Niah came running out yelling, "Owen!" Shortly after, Miles shows up and Niah and Owen stand at the door chanting, "Miles, Miles!" It's fun to listen to them catch up. "Owen - how you like your school?" "Miles you got any new toys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also fun for the parents to get together, decompress, and trade tips on how to handle a 3 year old. Toddler war stories were told, sympathetic nods were given, and laughs were had by all. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-4766794141800384377?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4766794141800384377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=4766794141800384377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4766794141800384377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4766794141800384377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/trio-reunite.html' title='The Trio Reunite'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-2-Et0oqrD_s/TlHTmH9AJbI/AAAAAAAAC9M/3k8uLKEUssI/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3555417741652139671</id><published>2011-08-12T19:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:00:47.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Man</title><content type='html'>Mom: How was preschool today?&lt;br /&gt;Owen:Good. I talked to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Yeah. She smiled at me. So I talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Yeah. But then I had to go poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such the ladies man. Between his smooth pick-up lines and love of spraying himself in the face with a hose, the girls are going to be knocking down our door anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4eNTMoxAy4/TkXoIpVOZnI/AAAAAAAAC88/-ewM5LHlPrM/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4eNTMoxAy4/TkXoIpVOZnI/AAAAAAAAC88/-ewM5LHlPrM/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640169343582889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sS_p2GTh42c/TkXoI97ckgI/AAAAAAAAC9E/h_NWgA5KQFk/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sS_p2GTh42c/TkXoI97ckgI/AAAAAAAAC9E/h_NWgA5KQFk/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640169349111910914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3555417741652139671?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3555417741652139671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3555417741652139671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3555417741652139671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3555417741652139671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/ladies-man.html' title='Ladies Man'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-W4eNTMoxAy4/TkXoIpVOZnI/AAAAAAAAC88/-ewM5LHlPrM/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6970287121989750036</id><published>2011-08-08T20:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:12:46.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Fine Visit</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but my mom kept on referencing how much she was  enjoying retirement and the sun. I can honestly say I think she had a  great time hanging out here for a week bonding with Owen and working on  her tan. From our end, she was a lifesaver; I guess it worked out for  everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJOOjyExpVA/TkCtbx0Y8CI/AAAAAAAAC80/7hBma78dbcU/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJOOjyExpVA/TkCtbx0Y8CI/AAAAAAAAC80/7hBma78dbcU/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638697426209009698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owenism: "Hey Owen, do you like potatoes?"&lt;br /&gt;                    "No... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; potatoes!"&lt;br /&gt;And so it turns out, Owen loves potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oapvPb9kZQs/TkCtbqdf0OI/AAAAAAAAC8s/DWS5wZV0n6E/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oapvPb9kZQs/TkCtbqdf0OI/AAAAAAAAC8s/DWS5wZV0n6E/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638697424233943266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen is "driving" a pieced-together rat-rod of a car at the children's museum. This is literally as happy as he gets. In fact, I'm pretty sure we're looking at two individuals who are about as happy as they get. (My mom loves rat-rods too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IVsloT-snc/TkCta7uihLI/AAAAAAAAC8c/foTK2OJ7v-4/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IVsloT-snc/TkCta7uihLI/AAAAAAAAC8c/foTK2OJ7v-4/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638697411688957106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen turned and said "hi" at the lase minute. An invention all his own. He's starting to surprise us with his clever things he says and does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6970287121989750036?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6970287121989750036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6970287121989750036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6970287121989750036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6970287121989750036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/very-fine-visit.html' title='A Very Fine Visit'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-iJOOjyExpVA/TkCtbx0Y8CI/AAAAAAAAC80/7hBma78dbcU/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3178645521960925916</id><published>2011-08-07T20:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T06:49:49.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Open House</title><content type='html'>Owen has officially graduated from Dawn's daycare and is headed to Prince of Peace preschool. Friday was an open house where he got to see his classroom and meet his teachers. We think he's going to like it. The preschool gives off a really good vibe and the grounds are gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRrSkwXwqKM/Tj9emYMPBeI/AAAAAAAAC8M/_j7DnZv86-w/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRrSkwXwqKM/Tj9emYMPBeI/AAAAAAAAC8M/_j7DnZv86-w/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638329271912957410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inside of his classroom. He likes that everything is Owen sized. Each day of the week he has a different enrichment class for 30 minutes:  Mandarin on Mondays, Music on Tuesdays, Yoga on Wednesdays, Art on  Thursdays, and Spanish on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--n7JhzDlvcQ/Tj9emDGppvI/AAAAAAAAC8E/1z5mj6fAqIE/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--n7JhzDlvcQ/Tj9emDGppvI/AAAAAAAAC8E/1z5mj6fAqIE/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638329266252392178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took him about 30 seconds to find the cars and surround himself with them.  This is where he's going to hone his sharing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2B1p0N1XWo/Tj9emsrm1II/AAAAAAAAC8U/h0s9GxsnCOU/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2B1p0N1XWo/Tj9emsrm1II/AAAAAAAAC8U/h0s9GxsnCOU/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638329277413250178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preschool has a garden that the 4 year olds take care of. Last time we saw it, stuff was growing like crazy and there were 4 little bunnies enjoying the harvest.  When it's all grown and ready to be picked, they make a big salad out of all the veggies and everyone gets to eat some.  Pretty solid stuff, we're excited.  Owen is really excited to get started also, I hope he never loses that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3178645521960925916?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3178645521960925916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3178645521960925916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3178645521960925916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3178645521960925916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/preschool-open-house.html' title='Preschool Open House'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-dRrSkwXwqKM/Tj9emYMPBeI/AAAAAAAAC8M/_j7DnZv86-w/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7519698089313036142</id><published>2011-07-31T07:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:01:48.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Seattle Vacation</title><content type='html'>Ed and Owen spent July 6-22 in Seattle and I was able to join them for the last week. Since we've been back, Owen has been telling stories about boats, baby birds, worms, baby bunnies, and driving cars. The names "Tejas" and "Bella" roll off of his tongue naturally. I don't think he could have asked for a better vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TP9fsOYYdg/TjVrwV0zRNI/AAAAAAAAC7k/oxhpNuU65_w/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TP9fsOYYdg/TjVrwV0zRNI/AAAAAAAAC7k/oxhpNuU65_w/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635528986960544978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing rocks with Tejas at Blake Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HxAoYr91ds/TjVrw5YAO_I/AAAAAAAAC70/D7H7rSIT3VQ/s1600/DSC_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HxAoYr91ds/TjVrw5YAO_I/AAAAAAAAC70/D7H7rSIT3VQ/s320/DSC_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635528996503436274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the big toy with Oliver in Bellingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIxKY2cuNe0/TjVrwnDaXnI/AAAAAAAAC7s/XnuUmAkGXy0/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIxKY2cuNe0/TjVrwnDaXnI/AAAAAAAAC7s/XnuUmAkGXy0/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635528991585230450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying with Bella and celebrating her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDCvxqSNAgw/TjVrwwYbd9I/AAAAAAAAC78/C80eKuzgOI4/s1600/DSC_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDCvxqSNAgw/TjVrwwYbd9I/AAAAAAAAC78/C80eKuzgOI4/s320/DSC_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635528994089301970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging on the "drums" with Claire and Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7519698089313036142?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7519698089313036142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7519698089313036142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7519698089313036142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7519698089313036142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/owens-seattle-vacation.html' title='Owen&apos;s Seattle Vacation'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-5TP9fsOYYdg/TjVrwV0zRNI/AAAAAAAAC7k/oxhpNuU65_w/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2545093222154374236</id><published>2011-07-06T11:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:35:59.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sunee Vacation Photos</title><content type='html'>We are wrapping up a nice little week with our niece, Sunee, who has  been down from Seattle and loving the change in atmosphere.  We did a  little of everything, seeing Cars, shopping, racing cars, swimming,  hanging and celebrating 4th of July and surviving an epic dust storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunee  is a fantastic young lady and it's nice to actually get to spend real  time with her.  She was coming to Washington while Carrie and I were  going, so we really only have vacation visits to base knowledge on.   This is similar, but a week of being around her has given Carrie and me a  much better understanding of who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some documentation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zp00pyVx20c/ThSvV6uLq1I/AAAAAAAACqQ/2MxIwH7vP64/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zp00pyVx20c/ThSvV6uLq1I/AAAAAAAACqQ/2MxIwH7vP64/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626314625567664978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunee enjoying some pool time.  Lots and lots of pool time was had this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwdOnbN9Quc/ThSvVYuLG9I/AAAAAAAACqI/L-BqJDyNT6Y/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwdOnbN9Quc/ThSvVYuLG9I/AAAAAAAACqI/L-BqJDyNT6Y/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626314616440822738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen getting into the act.  He loves his swim jacket because it helps him swim faster, we love it because he sinks without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzFdD-QYAZo/ThSvU3vp-HI/AAAAAAAACqA/DapBvP6wY5E/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzFdD-QYAZo/ThSvU3vp-HI/AAAAAAAACqA/DapBvP6wY5E/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626314607588669554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunee and me gearing up for some serious competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0Pm-xh-uAs/ThSvUrBmBUI/AAAAAAAACp4/UqsWJVbYS6Q/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t0Pm-xh-uAs/ThSvUrBmBUI/AAAAAAAACp4/UqsWJVbYS6Q/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626314604174247234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeX5RgUBxnQ/ThSvUTj0SII/AAAAAAAACpw/ee-EuqU0dcs/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeX5RgUBxnQ/ThSvUTj0SII/AAAAAAAACpw/ee-EuqU0dcs/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626314597875337346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen likes putting many things on his head.  Helmets rank near the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRSa5o569dA/ThSwA2xmM5I/AAAAAAAACqg/FXKvsB8cMf0/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRSa5o569dA/ThSwA2xmM5I/AAAAAAAACqg/FXKvsB8cMf0/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626315363242619794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://gizmodo.com/5818412/the-arizona-dust-storm-captured-in-time+lapse-video"&gt;dust storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we had last night was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqAauoIsiB4/ThSwAuLQOAI/AAAAAAAACqY/lengLpxOSO8/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqAauoIsiB4/ThSwAuLQOAI/AAAAAAAACqY/lengLpxOSO8/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626315360934311938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed little doodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sGt0ZGUqG0/ThSwBaaRj_I/AAAAAAAACqo/LUoj_o0SWxU/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sGt0ZGUqG0/ThSwBaaRj_I/AAAAAAAACqo/LUoj_o0SWxU/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626315372808474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of our favorite shots, Sunee celebrating America with a little fire on a stick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2545093222154374236?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2545093222154374236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2545093222154374236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2545093222154374236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2545093222154374236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-sunee-vacation-photos.html' title='Our Sunee Vacation Photos'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-zp00pyVx20c/ThSvV6uLq1I/AAAAAAAACqQ/2MxIwH7vP64/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5580340594204559676</id><published>2011-06-23T20:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:40:31.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenthood</title><content type='html'>Daddy, my finger stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, smell my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Smell) Owen did you stick your finger in your butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5580340594204559676?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5580340594204559676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5580340594204559676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5580340594204559676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5580340594204559676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/parenthood.html' title='Parenthood'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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-1575171264319655130.post-7206593863022292519</id><published>2011-06-21T21:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:15:42.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Red Pepper</title><content type='html'>The summer heat is starting to take its toll on our little garden.  The peppers, cucumbers and tomatoes are sprouting madly only to be burned by the sun a day later. Somehow this little pepper made it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes awhile for a pepper to turn red.  This guy has been a big, green pepper for a few weeks, just hanging there, taunting Owen to come and pick him.  Owen has been surprisingly patient and was very excited to see that the pepper finally turned completely red.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7L5-zI4ip7o/TgFqAN4_JEI/AAAAAAAACpo/WxcS-zPNrLw/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7L5-zI4ip7o/TgFqAN4_JEI/AAAAAAAACpo/WxcS-zPNrLw/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620890361896313922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lone red pepper.  A lot of love, patience and sweat went into that little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pt3SR6Tb6jg/TgFp_af4vDI/AAAAAAAACpg/WjKLwUs-ix8/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pt3SR6Tb6jg/TgFp_af4vDI/AAAAAAAACpg/WjKLwUs-ix8/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620890348100828210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're determined to keep the plants alive in the 110 degree sun.  We bought sun shade fabric tonight and Ed put it up so hopefully that will help them get through the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7206593863022292519?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7206593863022292519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7206593863022292519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7206593863022292519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7206593863022292519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet-red-pepper.html' title='Sweet Red Pepper'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-7L5-zI4ip7o/TgFqAN4_JEI/AAAAAAAACpo/WxcS-zPNrLw/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6604292193137504489</id><published>2011-06-17T20:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:24:42.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQdax_WeQok/TfwaACSvbbI/AAAAAAAACpY/503mvr8eNos/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQdax_WeQok/TfwaACSvbbI/AAAAAAAACpY/503mvr8eNos/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619395022969335218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was not posted because of something Owen did.  In fact, this is down right a poor picture of the kid. (In his defense, he had just woken up.) But Ed and I are smiling and having a good time so up the photo goes.  Cause sometimes, you gotta take one for the team.  Thanks Owen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6604292193137504489?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6604292193137504489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6604292193137504489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6604292193137504489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6604292193137504489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/owens-parents.html' title='Owen&apos;s Parents'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-ZQdax_WeQok/TfwaACSvbbI/AAAAAAAACpY/503mvr8eNos/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1932142646366937554</id><published>2011-06-11T14:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:29:20.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Time</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again when parents encourage their kids to dive into pools of mud and slide down muddy mountains.  Want to dump a bucket of mud on your head?  Go for it!  The muddier, the better.  The daycare gang met up for some Mighty Mud Mania today.  This is the &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2009/07/mud-and-strawberries.html"&gt;3rd year we've taken Owen&lt;/a&gt; but the first time he's really gotten into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BRokxpW34Y/TfPa7t8b3zI/AAAAAAAACo8/va8z-xIEJGY/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BRokxpW34Y/TfPa7t8b3zI/AAAAAAAACo8/va8z-xIEJGY/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617073879741357874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite part was sliding down mud mountains and "falling" into mud pits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q_-N2XKVkM/TfPa7EirVAI/AAAAAAAACo0/YuLkimqe23E/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q_-N2XKVkM/TfPa7EirVAI/AAAAAAAACo0/YuLkimqe23E/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617073868627465218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Grae (Niah's brother) even got into the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlIThjXQ87M/TfPa7_cA7tI/AAAAAAAACpE/This24UWjMc/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlIThjXQ87M/TfPa7_cA7tI/AAAAAAAACpE/This24UWjMc/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617073884437212882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says a hot, muddy day like icees and ice cream.  After they were adequately sugared up, they tackled the mud again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Miles' birthday so we are all getting together again to celebrate with frosty drinks, pool time and a slip-n-slide. (Toddlers on a slip-n-slide sound dangerous but not as dangerous as adults with frosty drinks on a slip-n-slide.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1932142646366937554?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1932142646366937554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1932142646366937554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1932142646366937554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1932142646366937554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/mud-time.html' title='Mud Time'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-3BRokxpW34Y/TfPa7t8b3zI/AAAAAAAACo8/va8z-xIEJGY/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8037958251412826373</id><published>2011-06-08T19:39:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:06:58.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up For Air</title><content type='html'>That's about the best way I can describe the way I feel right now.  I feel like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free-diving"&gt;free diver&lt;/a&gt; who just went on their deepest dive ever and has reemerged to the surface without... what, death?  Yeah, I guess that's good because it felt, to mix metaphors, pretty touch and go there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Monday and Tuesday cleaning my classroom and getting checked out, so today was my first day that I got to have Owen and spend the day together.  It was good.  It is reminiscent of the &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbye-to-ed-owen-show.html"&gt;Ed &amp;amp; Owen Show&lt;/a&gt;, except both of us are a little different from the people who we were then.  I don't want to blather on, so I'll end with... I'm hoping to get back into the blogging; at least before my next dive.  These photos have no real significance other than we're having fun with Owen and a little surprised by how big he's getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jnkubMqM80/TfA104p2zsI/AAAAAAAACos/gP1rL8saqMY/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5jnkubMqM80/TfA104p2zsI/AAAAAAAACos/gP1rL8saqMY/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616047918008422082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen is chipping in around her in that unique way only he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpMxdMH5Yeg/TfA10RvKK0I/AAAAAAAACok/5LOeZZsKH1g/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpMxdMH5Yeg/TfA10RvKK0I/AAAAAAAACok/5LOeZZsKH1g/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616047907561679682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lie, between April 19 and June 1 he grew 1.5 inches.  We have it marked on the wall.  He's eating everything in sight and complaining of leg and back pain (Jebus, I'll bet).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8037958251412826373?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8037958251412826373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8037958251412826373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8037958251412826373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8037958251412826373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/coming-up-for-air.html' title='Coming Up For Air'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-5jnkubMqM80/TfA104p2zsI/AAAAAAAACos/gP1rL8saqMY/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2763642061748811263</id><published>2011-06-01T20:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:56:02.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Be Back</title><content type='html'>It's killing me when I think about how bad we have gotten with this blog.  We were doing so well with it for so long.  Things just got a little too crazy around here and some things had to be put on the back burner.  Unfortunately one of which was this blog.  I mean, we haven't even put up photos from his 3rd birthday party.  And I made a kick-butt cake too that I wanted to show off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the dust is starting to settle though.  I'm into my second week at the new job.  Ed wraps up his first year of teaching this Friday.  We both have a momentary break from school.  And our next round of guests arrive in a few weeks. (Hello Suneela!  You ready for some sun?!)  My point being that we are going to try and ramp up the blogging again.  I don't want this to slip; it's so wonderful having all these memories recorded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82PZoR7qeO0/TecHhEOC61I/AAAAAAAACoQ/ItgCQPmilQE/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82PZoR7qeO0/TecHhEOC61I/AAAAAAAACoQ/ItgCQPmilQE/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613463725190343506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the simple memories like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2763642061748811263?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2763642061748811263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2763642061748811263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2763642061748811263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2763642061748811263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-be-back.html' title='We&apos;ll Be Back'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-82PZoR7qeO0/TecHhEOC61I/AAAAAAAACoQ/ItgCQPmilQE/s72-c/DSC_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6647961197082141714</id><published>2011-05-28T14:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:50:13.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ItKazDPnEw/TeFm11GJpAI/AAAAAAAACno/mvEvlCnbtoE/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ItKazDPnEw/TeFm11GJpAI/AAAAAAAACno/mvEvlCnbtoE/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611879685652325378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has hit the stage where he loves to draw AND you can almost tell what it is.  He drew this fun little octopus the other morning while we were getting dressed for work.  I love that octopus. If he hadn't gone to town shortly after and scribbled all over it, I would have framed it and hung it on the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6647961197082141714?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6647961197082141714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6647961197082141714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6647961197082141714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6647961197082141714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/budding-artist.html' title='Budding Artist'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-_ItKazDPnEw/TeFm11GJpAI/AAAAAAAACno/mvEvlCnbtoE/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6243226676158756671</id><published>2011-05-19T08:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:44:12.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Distinguished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moWTwU9lzKg/TdU4yPtlkvI/AAAAAAAACng/x644BcQYlY8/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-moWTwU9lzKg/TdU4yPtlkvI/AAAAAAAACng/x644BcQYlY8/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608451346822173426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Ed's birthday last night with good food, friends and family.  Ed, Dick and Ellie, Todd, Patty, Heidi and Staci and Brandon were all in attendance to wish Ed a very happy 32nd birthday.   The night was cool and raining, which is always a treat in Arizona, and the pool light shone all night.  Overall, I do believe Ed had a very nice birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 was a little hectic - here's to a calmer 32!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6243226676158756671?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6243226676158756671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6243226676158756671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6243226676158756671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6243226676158756671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/becoming-distinguished.html' title='Becoming Distinguished'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-moWTwU9lzKg/TdU4yPtlkvI/AAAAAAAACng/x644BcQYlY8/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3002187756865189637</id><published>2011-05-18T09:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:59:46.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cucumber Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ifC0yWqpwRg/TdP5xbU0uyI/AAAAAAAACnY/eeInikbjjmU/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ifC0yWqpwRg/TdP5xbU0uyI/AAAAAAAACnY/eeInikbjjmU/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608100588550404898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting to enjoy the fruits of our harvest.  Owen was so excited to pick the vegetables that afterward, he devoured a whole cucumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3002187756865189637?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3002187756865189637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3002187756865189637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3002187756865189637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3002187756865189637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/cucumber-harvest.html' title='Cucumber Harvest'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-ifC0yWqpwRg/TdP5xbU0uyI/AAAAAAAACnY/eeInikbjjmU/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-715957984161383247</id><published>2011-05-15T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:14:43.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zB0fIDvxF_A/TdAJaw0MWuI/AAAAAAAACnQ/FogryHEBdI4/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zB0fIDvxF_A/TdAJaw0MWuI/AAAAAAAACnQ/FogryHEBdI4/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606991891461331682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud - Owen's first drawing where you can actually tell what it is.  Now granted, as he was drawing it I believe he mentioned something about 3 chins, one of which was by his knee.  But overall, a very fine picture of daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-715957984161383247?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/715957984161383247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=715957984161383247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/715957984161383247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/715957984161383247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/portrait-of-daddy.html' title='Portrait of Daddy'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-zB0fIDvxF_A/TdAJaw0MWuI/AAAAAAAACnQ/FogryHEBdI4/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1562238925187462583</id><published>2011-05-06T09:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:41:56.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Truck Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-142RzG5JdyE/TcQjq6k2FtI/AAAAAAAACnI/iQT3T1NX8SU/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-142RzG5JdyE/TcQjq6k2FtI/AAAAAAAACnI/iQT3T1NX8SU/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603643056541013714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Owen's favorite day of the week - garbage truck day.  He could wait for hours to get a glimpse of that fabulous truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1562238925187462583?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1562238925187462583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1562238925187462583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1562238925187462583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1562238925187462583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/garbage-truck-time.html' title='Garbage Truck Time'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-142RzG5JdyE/TcQjq6k2FtI/AAAAAAAACnI/iQT3T1NX8SU/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8228724857089521125</id><published>2011-05-05T18:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:04:23.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does Your Garden Grow</title><content type='html'>Ours is growing like crazy.  Our corn is knee high way before the 4th of July. (Ed loves saying this.)  All the plants have flowers blooming.  This garden thing is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5J9gttiN8s/TcNT36PRmRI/AAAAAAAACnA/I1_RvWuEt-I/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5J9gttiN8s/TcNT36PRmRI/AAAAAAAACnA/I1_RvWuEt-I/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603414581370263826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken a month ago.  The little transplants look so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqU5eJ94u08/TcNT3WEk0wI/AAAAAAAACm4/BnSgfedTP1w/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqU5eJ94u08/TcNT3WEk0wI/AAAAAAAACm4/BnSgfedTP1w/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603414571661710082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam!  Look at them grow.  The pumpkins are a little out of control, to Owen's delight.  I *kind of* misread the planting directions and thought it read for them to be planted 4-8 inches apart.  I planted them a foot apart.  I was instead supposed to plant them 4-8 feet apart.  The pumpkin plants are going to be cozy this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMNKsiJJuZQ/TcNT2_eHymI/AAAAAAAACmw/HlLzPvSPS4I/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMNKsiJJuZQ/TcNT2_eHymI/AAAAAAAACmw/HlLzPvSPS4I/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603414565594843746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first veggie - a cucumber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8228724857089521125?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8228724857089521125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8228724857089521125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8228724857089521125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8228724857089521125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How Does Your Garden Grow'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-C5J9gttiN8s/TcNT36PRmRI/AAAAAAAACnA/I1_RvWuEt-I/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-257126481318029910</id><published>2011-05-01T16:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:03:31.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Good Times</title><content type='html'>These past couples weeks have been a whirlwind of activity.  Georgia, Crystal, Debby and Ron all came into town and at the last minute, Billie Jo and Jerry decided to get out of the 14 inches of snow and head to the sun also.  We had a birthday, Easter, anniversary and other celebrations.   It went by quickly and it's always hard to say good-bye but we are happy we could celebrate so many things with the people we love.  We will post more event specific photos later but until then, here are a few photos to show how we have been spending the last ten or so days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1bYzZg_LVo/Tb3s2D-v9II/AAAAAAAACmI/uRTkW-aTFvU/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1bYzZg_LVo/Tb3s2D-v9II/AAAAAAAACmI/uRTkW-aTFvU/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601893925044352130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting with Auntie Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lckeQ9uLdqM/Tb3s21kXMuI/AAAAAAAACmY/84Eghsbxzcg/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lckeQ9uLdqM/Tb3s21kXMuI/AAAAAAAACmY/84Eghsbxzcg/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601893938355450594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Owen's 3rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WIb0yI3vQc/Tb3s2dzWrrI/AAAAAAAACmQ/vadBlaGCM0o/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WIb0yI3vQc/Tb3s2dzWrrI/AAAAAAAACmQ/vadBlaGCM0o/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601893931975880370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding eggs that the tricky Easter Bunny hid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYIiLh14dqk/Tb3_OM49YQI/AAAAAAAACmo/cAaHnJbVcC0/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYIiLh14dqk/Tb3_OM49YQI/AAAAAAAACmo/cAaHnJbVcC0/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601914130962145538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the train at the Railroad Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just being with people we love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPhOTLEA0c0/Tb3s19scvzI/AAAAAAAACmA/LCznCMWPwaE/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPhOTLEA0c0/Tb3s19scvzI/AAAAAAAACmA/LCznCMWPwaE/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601893923356983090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwWWy7o6lEY/Tb3_N2KyvvI/AAAAAAAACmg/JlikVWbzcpU/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwWWy7o6lEY/Tb3_N2KyvvI/AAAAAAAACmg/JlikVWbzcpU/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601914124862930674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-257126481318029910?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/257126481318029910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=257126481318029910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/257126481318029910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/257126481318029910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/05/celebrate-good-times.html' title='Celebrate Good Times'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-A1bYzZg_LVo/Tb3s2D-v9II/AAAAAAAACmI/uRTkW-aTFvU/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6120279863623743950</id><published>2011-04-21T22:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:24:22.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>In commemoration of Owen's third birthday, we have decided our little boy is growing up much more quickly than originally anticipated.  In light of this, we're writing down and sharing with the world what Owen is like today as well as our favorite "Owenisms" before he grows up any further.  We hope you enjoy them as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iORzQ2zeoiM/TbEQydjId9I/AAAAAAAAClw/IwAlbXmhAj4/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iORzQ2zeoiM/TbEQydjId9I/AAAAAAAAClw/IwAlbXmhAj4/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598274270909724626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color:  green&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream: mint chocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;Favorite foods: iceberg lettuce, asparagus, popcorn, and cookies&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink: apple juice&lt;br /&gt;Favorite toy: anything with wheels&lt;br /&gt;Favorite activities: running, playing in mud, going to the park, building forts, hiding in forts, and, of course, fighting dragons&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owenisms - as spoken by a true 3 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My butt hurt.  I need to go to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;- I have chocolate, yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to hold you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Translation: Pick me up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The moon is broken!&lt;br /&gt;- I hear crickers.&lt;br /&gt;- Mama, you a princess today? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Asked anytime Carrie wears a dress.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You naughty daddy.  You need go to timeout.&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy naughty, yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;- Poo coming!&lt;br /&gt;- That guy head big!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Of course stated directly in front of said big-headed guy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen gets a package in the mail and proceeds to open it.  First thing he opens is a toy.  He gets excited and starts playing with it.  Ed pulls out a second package, it's candy; very fun. Finally, Ed says, "there's more buddy."  Owen excitedly opens it, discovers that it's clothes and exclaims, "Daddy, that not more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Owen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6120279863623743950?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6120279863623743950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6120279863623743950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6120279863623743950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6120279863623743950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-3rd-birthday.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-iORzQ2zeoiM/TbEQydjId9I/AAAAAAAAClw/IwAlbXmhAj4/s72-c/DSC_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7736280099523265264</id><published>2011-04-19T20:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:24:53.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Up</title><content type='html'>We have a busy week ahead of us.  Georgia and Crystal get in tomorrow  and my mom and dad get in on Saturday. We have Owen's 3rd birthday,  Easter and our 6 year anniversary.  Plus we just found out Robosaurous and Grave Digger are in town so we'll have to squeeze in a monster truck show.  The weather is hot, the hammock is out and the pool is warming up.  Let the good times roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICgAX46j2uo/Ta5PhxEDkhI/AAAAAAAAClo/lEYC9wV4pEU/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICgAX46j2uo/Ta5PhxEDkhI/AAAAAAAAClo/lEYC9wV4pEU/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597498828392731154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys cleaning house in preparation for the weekend festivities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7736280099523265264?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7736280099523265264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7736280099523265264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7736280099523265264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7736280099523265264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/clean-up.html' title='Clean Up'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-ICgAX46j2uo/Ta5PhxEDkhI/AAAAAAAAClo/lEYC9wV4pEU/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5779832611277095410</id><published>2011-04-19T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:24:40.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddie Drum Circle</title><content type='html'>An oldie but goodie that was never posted (date: August 2010).  As the temperatures start to rise,  I start thinking back to last summer.  Swimming, sprinklers, naps under the fan, and night-time zoo trips.  The night zoo trips are probably unique to Arizona.  Too hot to go during the day so the zoo is open at night.  This particular night that we went, there was a drum circle for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/THrLUzC2YFI/AAAAAAAACQo/XpW1CTKdRQA/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/THrLUzC2YFI/AAAAAAAACQo/XpW1CTKdRQA/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510940652201205842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen got a kick out of it.  He banged on that drum for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/THrLUOUVS7I/AAAAAAAACQg/uiuKhZRNmBI/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/THrLUOUVS7I/AAAAAAAACQg/uiuKhZRNmBI/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510940642342423474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this night.  Running through the zoo at night, playing in the water, and hanging out at a drum circle.  Something to look forward to this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5779832611277095410?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5779832611277095410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5779832611277095410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5779832611277095410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5779832611277095410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/08/kiddie-drum-circle.html' title='Kiddie Drum Circle'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/THrLUzC2YFI/AAAAAAAACQo/XpW1CTKdRQA/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1837880389918581659</id><published>2011-04-17T13:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:58:24.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbecues And Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Dawn had a barbecue for all of the daycare parents and because of the proximity to Owen's birthday, everyone brought presents for Owen and considered it a semi-birthday party too.  Dawn made carne asada on the grill and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to get together with the families of the kids who our kid knows like family.  It makes us realize what a unique situation Owen is in and, to a certain extent, lament the fact he's going to be leaving it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn has been good with it.  Owen's "crop" has been the second group of kids to have gone through the daycare and moved on to more grown-up endeavors.  It has to be tough for Dawn and for the kids to have this connection severed.  I suppose that's part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmf91-RHQwg/TatOvZz6DHI/AAAAAAAAClM/d4Me9tAJFhA/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lmf91-RHQwg/TatOvZz6DHI/AAAAAAAAClM/d4Me9tAJFhA/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653538227391602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun to have everyone together, relaxed and having a great time all because our children spend most of their waking hours together.  It was a little serene to know that it's kind of the end of a life chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHsFAU8HDjw/TatOu6H9kAI/AAAAAAAAClE/8cm7iTKnVo4/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHsFAU8HDjw/TatOu6H9kAI/AAAAAAAAClE/8cm7iTKnVo4/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653529721573378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing parachute with Tim and Niah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfoUhS8V054/TatOua-cxSI/AAAAAAAACk8/akGPhglEkSk/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wfoUhS8V054/TatOua-cxSI/AAAAAAAACk8/akGPhglEkSk/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653521360176418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Russel as a human trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ANGy1JcTFU/TatOt9k2fOI/AAAAAAAACk0/OY2mpOktdrA/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ANGy1JcTFU/TatOt9k2fOI/AAAAAAAACk0/OY2mpOktdrA/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653513468181730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the kid's table is pretty okay at Dawn's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3b1_Y-v66GI/TatOtXP4N0I/AAAAAAAACks/ZFlx0evW3P8/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3b1_Y-v66GI/TatOtXP4N0I/AAAAAAAACks/ZFlx0evW3P8/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596653503179667266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this shot because it has all of the kids having fun in some way or another.  I think Owen's stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--20UiGKhaRc/TatPRzLAOtI/AAAAAAAAClU/MjP4_tQuGQs/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--20UiGKhaRc/TatPRzLAOtI/AAAAAAAAClU/MjP4_tQuGQs/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596654129150704338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carie made dirt bowls for dessert and the kids enjoyed them.  It's crushed up Oreo's, pudding, more Oreo's and gummy worms sticking out.  Needless to say, the evening ended with a ton of fun energy and a huge crash.  By the way, Dawn has been asked more than once if she runs some sort of an Arian daycare. All the kids are blond and oddly, not one parent is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_PHGrxXHss/TatPSbGObDI/AAAAAAAAClc/a3pbcu_uaoo/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_PHGrxXHss/TatPSbGObDI/AAAAAAAAClc/a3pbcu_uaoo/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596654139868081202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping little hands out of the mother-load of sugary goodness was a little tricky, but we managed 'till the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1837880389918581659?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1837880389918581659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1837880389918581659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1837880389918581659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1837880389918581659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/barbecues-and-birthdays.html' title='Barbecues And Birthdays'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-Lmf91-RHQwg/TatOvZz6DHI/AAAAAAAAClM/d4Me9tAJFhA/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6307120496946472249</id><published>2011-04-14T22:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:38:53.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle Built for Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVHHRGShvG8/TafYRbTnxNI/AAAAAAAACkk/qwQ2apv1XvE/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVHHRGShvG8/TafYRbTnxNI/AAAAAAAACkk/qwQ2apv1XvE/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595678855930561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is the simple things in life that make it so pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LX5ZDYWo7rE/TafYQxtSZLI/AAAAAAAACkc/SeEYbJfYLjA/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LX5ZDYWo7rE/TafYQxtSZLI/AAAAAAAACkc/SeEYbJfYLjA/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595678844763923634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home from work and hop on a bike.  Just cruise around the neighborhood, say hi to the neighborhoods, maybe stop by the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fN20SVVvZGM/TafYQlSMRvI/AAAAAAAACkU/uW69JCczHec/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fN20SVVvZGM/TafYQlSMRvI/AAAAAAAACkU/uW69JCczHec/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595678841429051122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen loves it.  He points out cars, dogs, oranges on trees.  So much to see that you miss riding in a car. Life slows down when you are on a bike.   It's very nice.  Try it sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6307120496946472249?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6307120496946472249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6307120496946472249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6307120496946472249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6307120496946472249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/bicycle-built-for-two.html' title='Bicycle Built for Two'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-AVHHRGShvG8/TafYRbTnxNI/AAAAAAAACkk/qwQ2apv1XvE/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7743864415514576037</id><published>2011-04-07T11:32:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:13:27.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprouting Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have heard that if you have a garden and a library, then you have all you need.  We have been working on our library for many years now and decided it was time to work on a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTVHSuRyBHk/TZ4JFTPibBI/AAAAAAAACkM/n6BMlrAEOEU/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTVHSuRyBHk/TZ4JFTPibBI/AAAAAAAACkM/n6BMlrAEOEU/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592917773910174738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bought the house, we thought the mildly frighting, weed  infested, abandoned dirt lot that was our side yard would be a perfect  spot. (We dream big.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DKovMQa7vY/TZ4G5FEQcSI/AAAAAAAACj8/GrACN-iOuVc/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DKovMQa7vY/TZ4G5FEQcSI/AAAAAAAACj8/GrACN-iOuVc/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592915364923076898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, through the edible landscape project and with help from volunteers of the Desert Botanical Garden, we were able to get two truck loads of free dirt that took the side yard from scary to usable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2saLETDW8A/TZ4HWimo1tI/AAAAAAAACkE/lQGoOXgUisE/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2saLETDW8A/TZ4HWimo1tI/AAAAAAAACkE/lQGoOXgUisE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592915871068116690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're starting small with a couple of raised beds.  We planted warm weather crops that like the Arizona sun - peppers, jalapeños, corn, pumpkins, and cucumbers along with herbs like basil, oregano and mint.  I'm following the &lt;a href="http://www.squarefootgardening.com/"&gt;square foot garden method&lt;/a&gt;.  It's easy for me to understand since I'm a beginner gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the little garden.  It is my therapy.  I enjoy waking up a little extra early to go out and water the plants.  The mornings are still cool, the birds are chirping, and I love the smell of the soil.  I also love that it is a family thing.  Ed is keeping an eye on the plants because he knows I do not have a green thumb and could use some extra help.  Owen likes the dirt and checks to see if the vegetables have come yet.  He had requested the pumpkins so he's excited for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Scott has an&lt;a href="http://www.blessedlittlenest.com/2011/03/outside.html"&gt; incredible backyard garden and he is my inspiration&lt;/a&gt;.  It's taken him ten years to get where he is and he just expanded a little bit more year after year.  That is what I hope to do.  Gotta keep dreaming big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7743864415514576037?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7743864415514576037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7743864415514576037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7743864415514576037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7743864415514576037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/sprouting-dreams.html' title='Sprouting Dreams'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-xTVHSuRyBHk/TZ4JFTPibBI/AAAAAAAACkM/n6BMlrAEOEU/s72-c/DSC_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1267584746002981523</id><published>2011-04-02T13:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:31:22.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooling Down In The Pool</title><content type='html'>Well, it's April and you know what that means... winter is over and it's finally time get back in the pool.  It was 93 degrees today so a refreshing dip sounded pretty good.  Our outside is becoming the center of our home life yet again.  With a nearly three year old, life with a pool is much different than it was last year.  He jumped off the diving board for the first time today into my arms.  We have a water lover on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZS911VCLjY/TZeN0JGOr0I/AAAAAAAACjU/DyjvW-fxuZA/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZS911VCLjY/TZeN0JGOr0I/AAAAAAAACjU/DyjvW-fxuZA/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591093389338521410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen really enjoyed the first swim of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYh1wCq79iE/TZeN0RvOfcI/AAAAAAAACjc/QoeMUQ2g1GM/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYh1wCq79iE/TZeN0RvOfcI/AAAAAAAACjc/QoeMUQ2g1GM/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591093391657958850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie contented herself by relaxing with a book.  She's studying up on organic gardening now that we have our side yard in order.  We have two raised planters, the best compost on Earth and a variety of vegetables just waiting to occupy the same place at the same time.  It's getting there as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone warm thoughts from your Arizona getaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1267584746002981523?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1267584746002981523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1267584746002981523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1267584746002981523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1267584746002981523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/cooling-down-in-pool.html' title='Cooling Down In The Pool'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-LZS911VCLjY/TZeN0JGOr0I/AAAAAAAACjU/DyjvW-fxuZA/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5769942458560036378</id><published>2011-04-01T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T05:00:14.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5NVcbwGOKM/TZVnLh39gzI/AAAAAAAACjM/3gycJUT4hoo/s1600/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5NVcbwGOKM/TZVnLh39gzI/AAAAAAAACjM/3gycJUT4hoo/s320/DSC_0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590487960219648818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you not look foolish today - happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5769942458560036378?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5769942458560036378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5769942458560036378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5769942458560036378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5769942458560036378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-V5NVcbwGOKM/TZVnLh39gzI/AAAAAAAACjM/3gycJUT4hoo/s72-c/DSC_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-4335186754516833267</id><published>2011-03-27T10:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:17:10.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos and BBQ</title><content type='html'>Ed had to work yesterday and Dawn was watching Miles so we decided to do an impromptu daycare date.  Wren (mom), Niah (4 yrs), Grae (3 months), Owen (3 yrs), me (mom), Dawn and Miles (3 yrs) piled into Dawn's van and headed downtown to the Arizona BBQ festival.  It was gorgeous, with good food, music and games and utterly exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVFqVNgwoFQ/TY96poJRb0I/AAAAAAAACi0/ZRahK-7DogI/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVFqVNgwoFQ/TY96poJRb0I/AAAAAAAACi0/ZRahK-7DogI/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588820518159609666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three amigos.  It's so fun watching these &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2009/12/daycare-christmas-2009.html"&gt;guys grow up together&lt;/a&gt;.  They now have full on conversations with each other.  It's kind of sad because all three will be leaving the daycare by summer and heading off to different preschools.  We (the parents) were going to try and keep them together but we all live in different cities so it wasn't realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSvi6bYSZ7s/TY96qakfByI/AAAAAAAACjE/PIfuKnVaEYo/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSvi6bYSZ7s/TY96qakfByI/AAAAAAAACjE/PIfuKnVaEYo/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588820531695519522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles and Owen act like they are brothers.  They like each other one minute and start beating up on each other the next.  Right now, they love finding what irritates the other and exploiting that to its fullest. By the end of this trip, I was exhausted just trying to keep peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3K0kcGjmH0/TY96qF8BqDI/AAAAAAAACi8/sXK2cfb3jKU/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3K0kcGjmH0/TY96qF8BqDI/AAAAAAAACi8/sXK2cfb3jKU/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588820526157113394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niah is an incredible little girl.  She is this curly haired wild  child.  She is such a handful but can get away with it because she looks  like Shirley Temple.  Owen is on a Niah kick right now and talks about  her all the time.  Niah is good for Owen because she is outgoing yet  acts like a bigger sister to him.  She was in the bounce house at the bbq festival and Owen  was nervous about getting in. So she gets out and says, "What wrong  Owen?  You need help or something?" and proceeds to pretty much throw  him in the bounce house.  After which Miles tackled the crap out him.  Gotta love friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-4335186754516833267?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4335186754516833267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=4335186754516833267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4335186754516833267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4335186754516833267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/amigos-and-bbq.html' title='Amigos and BBQ'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-WVFqVNgwoFQ/TY96poJRb0I/AAAAAAAACi0/ZRahK-7DogI/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-4506482538459260794</id><published>2011-03-21T21:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:39:57.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen and the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oW5cVVBPaak/TYgnWQ2tyJI/AAAAAAAACik/6g498g8bptY/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oW5cVVBPaak/TYgnWQ2tyJI/AAAAAAAACik/6g498g8bptY/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586758601188165778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Jackson realize that being a snowbird could be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ6c0kajpn4/TYgnV2wuJUI/AAAAAAAACic/11fagU_caqA/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ6c0kajpn4/TYgnV2wuJUI/AAAAAAAACic/11fagU_caqA/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586758594183701826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food, good company, and a little nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FtK53RUScD4/TYgnVnQb_fI/AAAAAAAACiU/jmqVu4DKC6o/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FtK53RUScD4/TYgnVnQb_fI/AAAAAAAACiU/jmqVu4DKC6o/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586758590021762546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the hose in the Arizona sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PixHcUMLWPc/TYgnW9KKHnI/AAAAAAAACis/bWwsMvSd2zA/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PixHcUMLWPc/TYgnW9KKHnI/AAAAAAAACis/bWwsMvSd2zA/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586758613080874610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chheeessse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-4506482538459260794?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4506482538459260794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=4506482538459260794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4506482538459260794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4506482538459260794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/jen-and-boys.html' title='Jen and the Boys'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-oW5cVVBPaak/TYgnWQ2tyJI/AAAAAAAACik/6g498g8bptY/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6830542430408677099</id><published>2011-03-20T17:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:42:28.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>We haven't even finished posting our photos from our San Diego trip and we have another round of photos we need to throw up.  Jason, Jen and Jackson are in town soaking up the sun and enjoying spring training in the desert.  It's been wonderful for us having them around though Owen may disagree at times.  He loves Jen and Jason but this baby.... well he's not sure about this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJx_nO8NUbg/TYaePETiK6I/AAAAAAAACiM/zWQt1X4t2T8/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJx_nO8NUbg/TYaePETiK6I/AAAAAAAACiM/zWQt1X4t2T8/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586326369490578338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom! Baby made mess.  He in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom!  Baby touched toys.  He in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture.  Fortunately Jackson is one cool cat and doesn't take it personally.  In fact, he seems to be getting attached to this little man that he calls, "O."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6830542430408677099?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6830542430408677099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6830542430408677099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6830542430408677099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6830542430408677099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-VJx_nO8NUbg/TYaePETiK6I/AAAAAAAACiM/zWQt1X4t2T8/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5421063991177309079</id><published>2011-03-17T21:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:52:57.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Grandma &amp; Grandpa At Seaworld: Owen's First Choco-Hooter</title><content type='html'>The reason we went to San Diego is because we got last minute word that my Dad and Carol were going to be in town.  Carrie and I recognize a choco-hooter when we see one so we jumped in the car and headed west.  It was very nice to see everyone we love and it was also great to be back in a city we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TP4Y7Jdhynw/TYLhYpggzvI/AAAAAAAACiE/dmZ81OVg_eM/s1600/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TP4Y7Jdhynw/TYLhYpggzvI/AAAAAAAACiE/dmZ81OVg_eM/s320/DSC_0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274301468167922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's getting the run-down from Grandpa.  Owen got a chance to spend quite a fair amount of time absorbing Grandpa's pearls of wisdom.  I think they both enjoyed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZoynxEcBI/TYLhYNhqxII/AAAAAAAACh8/EKgASM4e104/s1600/DSC_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2yZoynxEcBI/TYLhYNhqxII/AAAAAAAACh8/EKgASM4e104/s320/DSC_0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274293956822146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sad part of this trip was that it had to be over so soon.  Everyone was in great spirits and I know we had a wonderful time seeing everyone.  A few hours with family is just enough time to remember how much you miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlzZSawXuEA/TYLhXxdiguI/AAAAAAAACh0/Q2_la6WViyQ/s1600/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlzZSawXuEA/TYLhXxdiguI/AAAAAAAACh0/Q2_la6WViyQ/s320/DSC_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274286423311074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Tanya made this trip an impromptu family reunion.  The think I love about Nick is he lives in the moment.  I don't think I've ever known someone who is as up for anything at any given moment.  These are two very special people and I am so happy for them and to be a part of their life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bodl5wjzdb0/TYLhXSgnMOI/AAAAAAAAChs/KlRRTOUj-GY/s1600/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bodl5wjzdb0/TYLhXSgnMOI/AAAAAAAAChs/KlRRTOUj-GY/s320/DSC_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274278114701538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching people in an inner tube get sprayed by people on the sidelines brings smiles to everyone's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow shoulder rides on Uncle Nick's shoulders are more fun.  Tough to say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7MDT9PWH_A/TYLhXN8Hx4I/AAAAAAAAChk/q04scMVmQgc/s1600/DSC_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7MDT9PWH_A/TYLhXN8Hx4I/AAAAAAAAChk/q04scMVmQgc/s320/DSC_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274276887906178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;Ed: There they are across the street in that playground. Nick, why didn't you see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: I'm tall, I don't have X-ray vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of favorite quotes, if you're curious about the post title, it's an Al Bundy quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5421063991177309079?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5421063991177309079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5421063991177309079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5421063991177309079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5421063991177309079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/seeing-grandma-grandpa-at-seaworld.html' title='Seeing Grandma &amp; Grandpa At Seaworld: Owen&apos;s First Choco-Hooter'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-TP4Y7Jdhynw/TYLhYpggzvI/AAAAAAAACiE/dmZ81OVg_eM/s72-c/DSC_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7408963227356126597</id><published>2011-03-15T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:29:46.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Family Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Owen's excited; he has no idea that a 6 hour road trip is in store for him.  I think the excitement wore off at around hour 4 or so and he didn't care about the beach anymore.  All was well when we actually got to the beach though (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ISRUj5Nc0/TYAp45GZlwI/AAAAAAAAChU/Fud96B92nHE/s1600/DSC_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ISRUj5Nc0/TYAp45GZlwI/AAAAAAAAChU/Fud96B92nHE/s320/DSC_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584509595316492034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited, despite my knowledge of the time commitment. I had a lot to look forward to: our first road trip as a family, going back to San Diego, my Dad &amp;amp; Carol and Nick &amp;amp; Tanya occupying the same space and time as us, Sea World with Owen &amp;amp; the fam, and lastly, giving our new car a chance to shine (Nice, comfortable road-tripper and 38 mpg round-trip to boot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjbq20nb7Ls/TYAp4t328aI/AAAAAAAAChM/Hu-qGi7j-DQ/s1600/DSC_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sjbq20nb7Ls/TYAp4t328aI/AAAAAAAAChM/Hu-qGi7j-DQ/s320/DSC_0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584509592302711202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pit stops take on a new dimension when traveling with potty training toddlers, though.  To his credit, Owen was by and large a rock star the entire trip, even when he had reason not to be (again, more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Aw03N0sPmA/TYAp4JgqvnI/AAAAAAAAChE/9EkUN3YKowQ/s1600/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Aw03N0sPmA/TYAp4JgqvnI/AAAAAAAAChE/9EkUN3YKowQ/s320/DSC_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584509582541766258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pit stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7408963227356126597?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7408963227356126597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7408963227356126597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7408963227356126597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7408963227356126597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/1st-family-road-trip.html' title='1st Family Road Trip'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-_8ISRUj5Nc0/TYAp45GZlwI/AAAAAAAAChU/Fud96B92nHE/s72-c/DSC_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2299182542663377495</id><published>2011-03-06T14:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:56:05.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Fair Fun</title><content type='html'>We had a very nice weekend.  Yep.  Very nice indeed.  The weather was gorgeous.  We got two trucks loads of free dirt (more on that later).  We finished our weeding.  Finally, we went to the M7 Street Fair and Car Show and happened to run into our favorite Phoenix couple Staci and Brandon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love street fairs.  Those and farmer's markets would have to be my happy places.  This particular street fair made Owen happy too because it also included a car show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zGcvduHVIoA/TXP_MNS_DgI/AAAAAAAACg8/ioqzJO0a3kQ/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zGcvduHVIoA/TXP_MNS_DgI/AAAAAAAACg8/ioqzJO0a3kQ/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581084948434980354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the old cars.  Owen was bummed he couldn't drive them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNdpRHKP1cA/TXP_LpQnR7I/AAAAAAAACg0/oZnR6szyvu0/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNdpRHKP1cA/TXP_LpQnR7I/AAAAAAAACg0/oZnR6szyvu0/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581084938761357234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing he does when he comes up to car is check out the tires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oMGu_qWHB2s/TXP_K_FaSAI/AAAAAAAACgs/vUZgjl1oBr4/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oMGu_qWHB2s/TXP_K_FaSAI/AAAAAAAACgs/vUZgjl1oBr4/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581084927440078850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying some food while listening to a band play.  We took Owen to Coldstone for the first time last weekend and he is completely hooked on ice cream.  He was supposed to share that bowl of ice cream with me but when I asked if I could have a bite he sweetly said, "No ice cream.  But you can have daddy's popcorn!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2299182542663377495?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2299182542663377495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2299182542663377495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2299182542663377495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2299182542663377495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/03/street-fair-fun.html' title='Street Fair Fun'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-zGcvduHVIoA/TXP_MNS_DgI/AAAAAAAACg8/ioqzJO0a3kQ/s72-c/DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8699582941896097940</id><published>2011-02-26T20:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:07:10.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem!</title><content type='html'>Nobody mentioned anything about no pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J9iCWYD2l8/TWm-6bGScuI/AAAAAAAACgk/BoXQGEm7-o0/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J9iCWYD2l8/TWm-6bGScuI/AAAAAAAACgk/BoXQGEm7-o0/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578199524390892258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8699582941896097940?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8699582941896097940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8699582941896097940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8699582941896097940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8699582941896097940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-shirt-no-shoes-no-problem.html' title='No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem!'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-4J9iCWYD2l8/TWm-6bGScuI/AAAAAAAACgk/BoXQGEm7-o0/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-4475582255900617779</id><published>2011-02-19T14:33:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:41:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck!</title><content type='html'>My goodness.  It rains for one day in Phoenix, forcing us to stay indoors and Owen goes and gets into all kind of mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmo-MyTSVeo/TWA3ahSSsjI/AAAAAAAACgc/ltdCrlEdeQ4/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmo-MyTSVeo/TWA3ahSSsjI/AAAAAAAACgc/ltdCrlEdeQ4/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575517267435893298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stuck! Stuck!" &lt;/span&gt; Owen decided to explore the storage area and finds his old baby gear.  Somehow he gets into the walker but could not figure out how to get out.  It was tempting to leave him here so I could get some cleaning done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlhTGrvzDjY/TWA3aLobwAI/AAAAAAAACgU/BQkQE_vlof4/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlhTGrvzDjY/TWA3aLobwAI/AAAAAAAACgU/BQkQE_vlof4/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575517261623181314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Uh-oh mommy.  Uh-oh! Stuck!"&lt;/span&gt;  One minute I see him innocently watching his race car zoom around on the race track and the next minute I hear frantic uh-ohs.  For whatever reason, he thought it would be a good idea to have the car race on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1osR2bhLWY8/TWA3ZyhDpEI/AAAAAAAACgM/BooivLSsecI/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1osR2bhLWY8/TWA3ZyhDpEI/AAAAAAAACgM/BooivLSsecI/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575517254881354818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is not the last time we will cut something out of his hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-4475582255900617779?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4475582255900617779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=4475582255900617779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4475582255900617779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4475582255900617779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/stuck.html' title='Stuck!'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-dmo-MyTSVeo/TWA3ahSSsjI/AAAAAAAACgc/ltdCrlEdeQ4/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-4893864855861772598</id><published>2011-02-18T15:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:07:59.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Spice Toddler</title><content type='html'>First comes potty training, next comes shaving.  They grow up so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs0kkp8nqbs/TV7sLU99eXI/AAAAAAAACgE/Wu8hNShD9OM/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs0kkp8nqbs/TV7sLU99eXI/AAAAAAAACgE/Wu8hNShD9OM/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575153068082559346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaISWlvspt8/TV7sKhYectI/AAAAAAAACf8/v0sSOB-fWsw/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaISWlvspt8/TV7sKhYectI/AAAAAAAACf8/v0sSOB-fWsw/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575153054235128530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ar_kALfjdu0/TV7sKbfYdvI/AAAAAAAACf0/MiNdOVgNP5k/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ar_kALfjdu0/TV7sKbfYdvI/AAAAAAAACf0/MiNdOVgNP5k/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575153052653483762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-4893864855861772598?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4893864855861772598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=4893864855861772598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4893864855861772598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4893864855861772598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-spice-toddler.html' title='Old Spice Toddler'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/-bs0kkp8nqbs/TV7sLU99eXI/AAAAAAAACgE/Wu8hNShD9OM/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6770746857455007446</id><published>2011-02-06T10:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:28:34.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Owen has been hanging out in the bathtub for over an hour and he shows no sign of wanting out.  All he asks is that we periodically refresh the water to keep it warm.  He has been fishing, washing his cars, and looking out for sharks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TU7Y3lwCeuI/AAAAAAAACe0/LraeAEQHXUc/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TU7Y3lwCeuI/AAAAAAAACe0/LraeAEQHXUc/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570628238641887970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew a bathtub held such adventures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6770746857455007446?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6770746857455007446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6770746857455007446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6770746857455007446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6770746857455007446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TU7Y3lwCeuI/AAAAAAAACe0/LraeAEQHXUc/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6961265345279407732</id><published>2011-02-04T07:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:58:41.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>Now I am not complaining.  That would make me a pretty big jerk considering what is happening on the east coast.  But it's pretty cold down here - a brisk 26 degrees in the morning.  It's tourist season in Scottsdale and I've been seeing a lot of disappointed folks from from the mid-west shivering in their shorts.  The locals, on the other hand, are enjoying every minute of it knowing in less than 5 months we will be reminiscing about the days it was 26 degrees instead of 126 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUwQbvozUjI/AAAAAAAACes/dwCGldl3BtM/s1600/fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUwQbvozUjI/AAAAAAAACes/dwCGldl3BtM/s320/fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569844907980575282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fountain outside our grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUwQbo7VJ5I/AAAAAAAACek/Mwu4ZgkOs4o/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUwQbo7VJ5I/AAAAAAAACek/Mwu4ZgkOs4o/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569844906179241874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundled up and ready to take on the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6961265345279407732?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6961265345279407732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6961265345279407732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6961265345279407732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6961265345279407732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUwQbvozUjI/AAAAAAAACes/dwCGldl3BtM/s72-c/fountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5681466648858697645</id><published>2011-01-31T20:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:53:15.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Mysterious Gravitational Event</title><content type='html'>An odd, inexplicable phenomenon has begun to happen in the Wilhelme household.  Gravity seems to be getting stronger near Owen.  As if that were not bizarre enough, only certain objects appear to be affected by this nebulous occurrence: namely, toys.  It also seems to be directly proportional to the amount of time Owen has been in one area.  Very bizarre, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUd_Yhn1bLI/AAAAAAAACeY/0zvj5hRYkjo/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUd_Yhn1bLI/AAAAAAAACeY/0zvj5hRYkjo/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559523585944754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen at five minutes in one location.  A low-level gravitational event becomes noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUd_X3EnbEI/AAAAAAAACeQ/6ScblULRTA4/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUd_X3EnbEI/AAAAAAAACeQ/6ScblULRTA4/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559512163937346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen at fifteen minutes in one location.  A significantly stronger gravitational pull has drawn many more toys towards Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUd_XWXYvdI/AAAAAAAACeI/WvX-jzr6rSc/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUd_XWXYvdI/AAAAAAAACeI/WvX-jzr6rSc/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568559503384296914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen at thirty minutes in one location.  An exponential increase in the Owen/toy gravitational relationship is clearly evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got our best minds on the case, but this may very well turn out to be a mystery for the ages;  This is especially true considering, when confronted about the piles, Owen seems oblivious to their formation and even their existence, saying, "these not piles, these just toys."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5681466648858697645?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5681466648858697645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5681466648858697645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5681466648858697645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5681466648858697645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/mysterious-gravitational-event.html' title='Our Little Mysterious Gravitational Event'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TUd_Yhn1bLI/AAAAAAAACeY/0zvj5hRYkjo/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1723253050638673936</id><published>2011-01-29T13:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:47:07.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Where He Heard That</title><content type='html'>Me:  Owen, come inside.  It's time for your nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen:  No mama.  Me no night-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Owen you look tired.  Come take a nap for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen:  Me no nap.  Me just drink some coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1723253050638673936?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1723253050638673936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1723253050638673936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1723253050638673936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1723253050638673936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/wonder-where-he-heard-that.html' title='Wonder Where He Heard That'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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-1575171264319655130.post-8226013307562189849</id><published>2011-01-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:54:22.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Little Tidbits</title><content type='html'>1.  Owen threw up for the first time Friday night.  It's funny how when you hear the sound, you know what is happening without seeing it happen.  He was a trooper about it.  Little scared at first and then became analytical - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It came up my throat.  It hurt.  Then it made my shirt and pants wet. That wasn't fun. Miles had his throat hurt this week too."&lt;/span&gt;  Funny enough - our house is 99.5% tile and he managed to throw up on the .5% that is not.  And our bed.  And his bed.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If Owen likes something, it becomes his "favorite" thing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's my favorite car.  That's my favorite movie.  That's my favorite rock.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He can sing the alphabet though he does leave out 'k' every single time.  He can also pronounce the alphabet phonetically. Ed works with him every night and it's paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We just found out Monster Jam is this weekend.  Owen loves monster trucks and though I do not, I should probably be a good mom and take him.  He has this horrible dvd about monster trucks that he loves to watch.  Plus he has a youtube monster truck addiction.  Ed will be out of town so it will be just me and Owen.  At Monster Jam!! (insert megaphone voice here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Ed had movie night for his kids Friday night and Owen and I went (before vomiting ensued, of course).  We watched Toy Story 3 (Owen's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; movie) and ate popcorn.  Ed is a natural teacher and you can tell his kids respect him.   Owen was super shy at first but warmed up when a kid made him a little toy soldier out of tinfoil.  Some of Ed's kids are trouble makers but they all have good hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Owen has had some funny nights sleep the past few nights.  Last night he had a nightmare and woke up really angry saying Miles had taken his sticker.  He was still asleep and I was trying to calm him down by saying Miles didn't take his sticker.  He was adamant that Miles did so I told him Miles will have to go to timeout.  That quieted him down and he went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Friday big Ed is retiring.  I am very jealous and I have a feeling Carol is very happy. Congratulations Ed!  Now you can come down and fix our house.   We have a pool light that needs some tweaking.  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Owen fell into a duck pond a couple weeks ago.  It was just me, Owen, and Oro the daycare dog.  The edge went out under him and he went in.  It was scary at first, seeing him submerged but then I realized how shallow it was.  It was more cold and absolutely disgusting.  One does not want to swim in a duck pond. I jumped in, dog and all, carried him out and up to the car and immediately to the bathtub.  In the past we had problems with him getting to close to the edge that resulted in us leaving the park with an angry toddler.  I don't think we'll have that problem anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TT5R2-gIynI/AAAAAAAACeA/QI6JBgUXHhM/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TT5R2-gIynI/AAAAAAAACeA/QI6JBgUXHhM/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565976194409089650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owen pre-duck pond swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Owen thinks it's hilarious to toot in the bathtub.  I do not.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mama, the toot coming! Here come bubbles!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Last but not least, tomorrow is my mom's birthday.  Happy Birthday mom!  Wish we were there.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8226013307562189849?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8226013307562189849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8226013307562189849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8226013307562189849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8226013307562189849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/ten-little-tidbits.html' title='Ten Little Tidbits'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TT5R2-gIynI/AAAAAAAACeA/QI6JBgUXHhM/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5470337233241373528</id><published>2011-01-17T19:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:34:08.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>We finally got enough breathing room here to put together Owen's bed he  got for Christmas from my mom and grandma.  It went well and Owen got to "help."  It's been a couple of days now and so far, so good with him (and us) adapting to life free of bars.  He's pretty happy with himself now that he's a big boy. It's actually a big deal to him that he is doing "big boy" stuff now and not doing stuff "for babies." It's funny how we identify ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTT7lnHlXQI/AAAAAAAACd4/dbJ9AZ5_UYk/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTT7lnHlXQI/AAAAAAAACd4/dbJ9AZ5_UYk/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563348063283928322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTT7lW6SveI/AAAAAAAACdw/eBfb-A4SIWg/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTT7lW6SveI/AAAAAAAACdw/eBfb-A4SIWg/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563348058933214690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story time has moved to Owen's room.  This is a good transition because it gets him out of "me sleep in mama's bed?" mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTT7k0mUl0I/AAAAAAAACdo/o7P0FKobI48/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTT7k0mUl0I/AAAAAAAACdo/o7P0FKobI48/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563348049722644290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, he's happy sleeping in his big boy bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5470337233241373528?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5470337233241373528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5470337233241373528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5470337233241373528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5470337233241373528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTT7lnHlXQI/AAAAAAAACd4/dbJ9AZ5_UYk/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2550875515823095922</id><published>2011-01-14T07:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:23:28.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day?</title><content type='html'>As Ed was getting ready this morning and doing his hair, Owen decided he wanted to do his hair.  He wanted to put stuff in his hair like dad did.  And he wanted to do it. all. by. himself.  And do not try to help.  And absolutely do not try to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTBbhGSLufI/AAAAAAAACdg/iy6Cx4_Br7w/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTBbhGSLufI/AAAAAAAACdg/iy6Cx4_Br7w/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562046163983251954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the cool style at daycare and I'm just getting old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2550875515823095922?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2550875515823095922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2550875515823095922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2550875515823095922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2550875515823095922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day?'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TTBbhGSLufI/AAAAAAAACdg/iy6Cx4_Br7w/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6969214369239170338</id><published>2011-01-08T09:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:32:33.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Later Mama - I'm Sleepin</title><content type='html'>Our morning routine has changed.  Owen used to be the first one up at 5:30 am.  Now he likes to sleep in anywhere between 7:30-8:30 am.  This is very nice on the weekends but makes weekday mornings a little tricker.  He likes to take his sweet time waking up and if you wake him too quickly, we have a grouchy toddler on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSiPajfTLcI/AAAAAAAACdY/oR60flZlxzE/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSiPajfTLcI/AAAAAAAACdY/oR60flZlxzE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851426354769346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the wake-up process, we move him from his room to ours as we get ready. (Love the hair sticking up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSiPZ7VPaNI/AAAAAAAACdQ/MdkssdI6a6w/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSiPZ7VPaNI/AAAAAAAACdQ/MdkssdI6a6w/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851415575161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he leaves for work, Ed tries to fully wake Owen up so that he can say good-bye.  There were a few times that Ed didn't say good-bye before he left and Owen was surprisingly upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSiPZuKnjdI/AAAAAAAACdI/0Tmxr5m7DfM/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSiPZuKnjdI/AAAAAAAACdI/0Tmxr5m7DfM/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851412040945106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky, I get this when he wakes up.  Other times I have a grumpy little boy who doesn't want to get dressed.  It's on those days, that by time I have him dressed, fed and at daycare, I feel like I need to go home and take a nap before heading into work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6969214369239170338?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6969214369239170338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6969214369239170338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6969214369239170338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6969214369239170338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-morning-routine-has-changed.html' title='Later Mama - I&apos;m Sleepin'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSiPajfTLcI/AAAAAAAACdY/oR60flZlxzE/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3601458555706822275</id><published>2011-01-06T20:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:39:31.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Poop In The Potty</title><content type='html'>Oh, how life changes on you.  There was a time in life when there was no context in which I would get excited about poo.  Well, that's all changed now.  Carrie, Owen and I just had a celebration regarding his going to the bathroom in the big-boy potty.  Life really does shift focus when you're a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSaIb_pnAuI/AAAAAAAACdA/MwtZRB0a3JE/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSaIb_pnAuI/AAAAAAAACdA/MwtZRB0a3JE/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559280804559258338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking senior year book photo material here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3601458555706822275?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3601458555706822275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3601458555706822275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3601458555706822275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3601458555706822275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-poopie-in-potty.html' title='Me Poop In The Potty'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSaIb_pnAuI/AAAAAAAACdA/MwtZRB0a3JE/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7005757472875015118</id><published>2011-01-03T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:54:18.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010 Recap</title><content type='html'>Speechless and overwhelmed - that is how we would describe Owen's reaction Christmas morning.  He went to bed with no presents under the tree and woke up to a ton of them.  He didn't talk and was expressionless for a good ten minutes so we just sat on the couch while he took it all in. Finally, he quietly looked at us and said, "Me touch?"  After he got the green light to start opening, the mayhem began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkk9sXdgI/AAAAAAAACcg/VLbWXHxuwKY/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkk9sXdgI/AAAAAAAACcg/VLbWXHxuwKY/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555934045257823746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Santa guy, he just leaves candy and toys in a big sock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkkcFTc1I/AAAAAAAACcY/5QJ8h_wzrIQ/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkkcFTc1I/AAAAAAAACcY/5QJ8h_wzrIQ/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555934036235613010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's favorite present of the morning.  He was absolutely giddy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqklC67zBI/AAAAAAAACco/N0wFZ-L0CD8/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqklC67zBI/AAAAAAAACco/N0wFZ-L0CD8/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555934046661102610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has recently become a Dora and Diego fan so he was pretty excited to get the Diego rescue center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkkAp0hfI/AAAAAAAACcQ/yxAMCmM2UQg/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkkAp0hfI/AAAAAAAACcQ/yxAMCmM2UQg/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555934028872582642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkjz8i5CI/AAAAAAAACcI/DcEn3FAbQc8/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkjz8i5CI/AAAAAAAACcI/DcEn3FAbQc8/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555934025461457954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn stopped by to exchange presents with Owen and have a cup of coffee with us.  After she left, we got dressed and headed over to Dick and Ellie's for Christmas dinner.  It was nice to see family at Christmas and as an added bonus, Lori, Mike and Ben were in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSKSqKAfExI/AAAAAAAACc4/zsv2iY4ZOf4/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TSKSqKAfExI/AAAAAAAACc4/zsv2iY4ZOf4/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558166143067165458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up the next day for a leisurely hike.  The kids collected rocks and Ed got attacked by a jumping cholla.  (He's lived here for over five years and still hasn't learned to not mess with the pokies, as Owen calls them.)  All and all we had a nice and relaxing Christmas.  Ed caught up on some much needed rest and we all got to slow down for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ben says "hi" to Uncle Carol and the little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7005757472875015118?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7005757472875015118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7005757472875015118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7005757472875015118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7005757472875015118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010-recap.html' title='Christmas 2010 Recap'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRqkk9sXdgI/AAAAAAAACcg/VLbWXHxuwKY/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2437839056292332194</id><published>2010-12-31T20:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:04:32.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in the New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TR6m7Ld5FuI/AAAAAAAACcw/h4X0cA1UfYw/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TR6m7Ld5FuI/AAAAAAAACcw/h4X0cA1UfYw/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557062525842429666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... with a little bit of color.  Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2437839056292332194?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2437839056292332194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2437839056292332194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2437839056292332194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2437839056292332194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/ringing-in-new-year.html' title='Ringing in the New Year...'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TR6m7Ld5FuI/AAAAAAAACcw/h4X0cA1UfYw/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-745578610499986649</id><published>2010-12-24T22:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T22:19:32.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready For The A.M.</title><content type='html'>We have the evening all set.  Santa's cookie? Check! Santa's Milk? Check! Reindeer carrots? Check! Fat lip, comical belly and beard? Check, check and check.  Welcome Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRV9HZKjdSI/AAAAAAAACcA/Al73H3zaWcQ/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRV9HZKjdSI/AAAAAAAACcA/Al73H3zaWcQ/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554483281399084322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like someone's having a beautiful Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRV9HBLCUQI/AAAAAAAACb4/fgbfMRBayzA/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRV9HBLCUQI/AAAAAAAACb4/fgbfMRBayzA/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554483274958655746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We anticipate that Owen is going to have a baby cardiac arrest when he sees this in the morning.  He went to bed with no presents under the tree.  He will wake up to this.  It's good to be a little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-745578610499986649?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/745578610499986649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=745578610499986649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/745578610499986649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/745578610499986649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/ready-for-am.html' title='Ready For The A.M.'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRV9HZKjdSI/AAAAAAAACcA/Al73H3zaWcQ/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-4837976994182182058</id><published>2010-12-24T12:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:09:55.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cheer From Arizona</title><content type='html'>Christmas is upon us again and that means another trip to the railroad park, where everyone goes out of their way to make things extra Christmasy.  Although we didn't sit in Santa's lap (by request of a certain 2 year old in our company), we did say "hi" to him and tell him Merry Christmas.  Being in the gifting mood, we also decided it was time to do something about our car that was hit by the golf ball hail and ended up looking not unlike a golf ball itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7Tmpui5I/AAAAAAAACbw/bZ8tg5hlwDE/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7Tmpui5I/AAAAAAAACbw/bZ8tg5hlwDE/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554340554666314642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the train that welcomes park-goers all year round.  It looks decidedly cheerier these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7TI6A-TI/AAAAAAAACbo/p0dkMkiOnfs/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7TI6A-TI/AAAAAAAACbo/p0dkMkiOnfs/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554340546681567538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of Christmas lights throughout the park.  These guys are fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7S6aEMeI/AAAAAAAACbg/-BOtxgdCDqA/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7S6aEMeI/AAAAAAAACbg/-BOtxgdCDqA/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554340542789464546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout to roll on the train around the park.  Owen had a very good time and we followed suit.  It's tough not to catch the Christmas spirit when you have a 2 year old with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7SXCZK2I/AAAAAAAACbY/K8Rtc_QWnnY/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7SXCZK2I/AAAAAAAACbY/K8Rtc_QWnnY/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554340533294934882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, our (Carrie's) new car.  We are smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7SL7hH2I/AAAAAAAACbQ/LGrIPFx-AII/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7SL7hH2I/AAAAAAAACbQ/LGrIPFx-AII/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554340530313305954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wagons, wagons, we love wagons.  We also like 72 degree Christmases! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-4837976994182182058?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4837976994182182058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=4837976994182182058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4837976994182182058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/4837976994182182058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-cheer-from-arizona.html' title='Holiday Cheer From Arizona'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TRT7Tmpui5I/AAAAAAAACbw/bZ8tg5hlwDE/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2073982306841535996</id><published>2010-12-20T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:00:03.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Your Baby To Work Day</title><content type='html'>We just realized there are a few blogs we started to post but never did.  We probably weren't in a creative mood and felt bad just slapping the pictures up.   Since we still don't feel creative, we decided to just slap the photos up anyway.  Don't want to waste a cute photo, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I present:  Owen hanging at my (Carrie's) office circa November 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/SwMtfBuGsRI/AAAAAAAAB3I/I-vKz_Xroso/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/SwMtfBuGsRI/AAAAAAAAB3I/I-vKz_Xroso/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405213988835733778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I hope he doesn't end up in a job like this (i.e. sitting in front of a computer for 9 hours a day). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/SwMte4e0iHI/AAAAAAAAB3A/DUo2s2lZsz4/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/SwMte4e0iHI/AAAAAAAAB3A/DUo2s2lZsz4/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405213986355710066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the face I make when I have someone ask me to write another memo.  So many memos in government work and so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2073982306841535996?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2073982306841535996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2073982306841535996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2073982306841535996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2073982306841535996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-your-baby-to-work-day.html' title='Take Your Baby To Work Day'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/SwMtfBuGsRI/AAAAAAAAB3I/I-vKz_Xroso/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1725714487538658547</id><published>2010-12-18T21:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:30:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look Alot Like Xmas</title><content type='html'>Five more days till Christmas.  My goodness times goes by quickly.  All and all it's been a nice holiday season for us.  Ed is officially on break though he has one more week of his school.  All our presents are shipped and we are almost done shopping for Owen.  He has asked Santa for a truck and some apples.   I think Santa will come through this year.   We checked out neighborhood Christmas lights and baked cookies.   We just want to go to the Railroad Park and ZooLights and I think we have done everything on our holiday tradition list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MPbkKa6I/AAAAAAAACbE/85sah44NPe0/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552248112343051170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MPbkKa6I/AAAAAAAACbE/85sah44NPe0/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's house was crazy.  The lights played to music, there was a bubble machine and a faux snow machine.  The side of his house was decorated too and he had a firepit where the kids could roast marshmellows.  I guess he goes crazy at Halloween too so we'll have to check it out next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MOxS-o-I/AAAAAAAACa8/hUzn8GcTqP0/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552248100996686818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MOxS-o-I/AAAAAAAACa8/hUzn8GcTqP0/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be Christmas without Christmas cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MOmhlKqI/AAAAAAAACa0/aaCTD1Ii8wQ/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552248098105141922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MOmhlKqI/AAAAAAAACa0/aaCTD1Ii8wQ/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen was mildly into making cookies.  He liked cracking the eggs and playing with the flour.  I lost him after that but he jumped back in to help when he saw the frosting and sprinkles come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MOQEFWCI/AAAAAAAACas/wg989bBf8CI/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552248092075841570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MOQEFWCI/AAAAAAAACas/wg989bBf8CI/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting out the middle man - who needs a cookie when the sprinkles can go straight into your mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1725714487538658547?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1725714487538658547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1725714487538658547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1725714487538658547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1725714487538658547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like-xmas.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look Alot Like Xmas'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQ2MPbkKa6I/AAAAAAAACbE/85sah44NPe0/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8892571312394255539</id><published>2010-12-12T12:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:01:24.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' On A Tree Hunt</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you have 3 moms, 4 kids, 1 dog and a chainsaw?  Why  a fun little getaway in Pine, AZ of course.  Dawn wanted to cut her own  Christmas tree this year.  Kristi (Miles' mom) had a friend with a cabin  in Pine.  Ed had an insane amount of work to do this weekend.  So it  seemed like a perfect reason to pack up the car and take a road  trip up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoO1gEPXI/AAAAAAAACak/CbA8faRy5LA/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoO1gEPXI/AAAAAAAACak/CbA8faRy5LA/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549886351148858738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the cabin.  And I use the term "cabin" very loosely.  It was a house.  A fabulous house.  The woman who owns it has it set-up for guests: movies, music, dog food, fire pit, wine - you name it, we had it.  It was wonderful and I am very grateful to the woman, who I will probably never meet, that let me sleep in her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoOb8iolI/AAAAAAAACac/QXafninPSsI/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoOb8iolI/AAAAAAAACac/QXafninPSsI/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549886344288969298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were in heaven playing pretend in the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoNl3GtbI/AAAAAAAACaU/KUegG6js21o/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoNl3GtbI/AAAAAAAACaU/KUegG6js21o/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549886329770653106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin' on a bear hunt... we're not scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoNKbvJhI/AAAAAAAACaM/L1JJgODnNJw/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoNKbvJhI/AAAAAAAACaM/L1JJgODnNJw/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549886322408105490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn and her Christmas tree.  Pine doesn't exactly have trees fit to be a Christmas tree but we managed to find one that would work.  Unfortunately, for her, she did not get to use the chainsaw.  The trunk was tiny and it would have been silly.  Fun but silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoMQI30dI/AAAAAAAACaE/kw4C8kA2y-Q/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoMQI30dI/AAAAAAAACaE/kw4C8kA2y-Q/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549886306759725522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about a toddler with a saw didn't feel right.  But, we needed fire wood and he volunteered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUmKuYlohI/AAAAAAAACZ8/60CtWdMrILQ/s1600/PaysonCarTrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUmKuYlohI/AAAAAAAACZ8/60CtWdMrILQ/s320/PaysonCarTrip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549884081495712274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing not pictured is the large dog on Dawn's lap and the large chainsaw in the trunk.  Needless to say, we were cozy but we had a dang good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8892571312394255539?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8892571312394255539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8892571312394255539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8892571312394255539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8892571312394255539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/goin-on-tree-hunt.html' title='Goin&apos; On A Tree Hunt'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TQUoO1gEPXI/AAAAAAAACak/CbA8faRy5LA/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3869982290810684859</id><published>2010-12-06T21:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:01:09.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Reason To Love Arizona</title><content type='html'>The sunsets are just amazing.  Pictures below snapped from our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TP2-YTDIkSI/AAAAAAAACZ0/n-ZY_0jgdWQ/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TP2-YTDIkSI/AAAAAAAACZ0/n-ZY_0jgdWQ/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547799640629874978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TP2-X9ePx3I/AAAAAAAACZs/qkZiqoLZQSk/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TP2-X9ePx3I/AAAAAAAACZs/qkZiqoLZQSk/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547799634838013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TP2-Xkh7psI/AAAAAAAACZk/RFOHz4nmtGk/s1600/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TP2-Xkh7psI/AAAAAAAACZk/RFOHz4nmtGk/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547799628142585538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3869982290810684859?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3869982290810684859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3869982290810684859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3869982290810684859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3869982290810684859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-reason-to-love-arizona.html' title='One Reason To Love Arizona'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TP2-YTDIkSI/AAAAAAAACZ0/n-ZY_0jgdWQ/s72-c/DSC_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-2114271891856916390</id><published>2010-12-05T14:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T14:30:23.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Thanksgiving Post</title><content type='html'>We are late posting the Thanksgiving photos but better late than never.  (We say that a lot lately.) Thanksgiving was nice and also not so nice this year.  Nice because Robyn came down to celebrate with us.  Not so nice because Owen and I were sick.  But having Robyn around for that reason was also very nice because she could help out with Owen and I could sneak in some extra sleep.  Plus she helped Ed grade papers.   Probably not the trip she had in mind in terms of fun and craziness but it was a huge help and relief for us.  Anyway - onto Thanksgiving fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAYRqRQvI/AAAAAAAACZc/4oxIlLcxNiw/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAYRqRQvI/AAAAAAAACZc/4oxIlLcxNiw/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547309258071163634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making mashed potatoes crazy Ed style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAXnY7WwI/AAAAAAAACZU/L0gNJfnoWs8/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAXnY7WwI/AAAAAAAACZU/L0gNJfnoWs8/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547309246724135682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn and the best gravy in the world.  The best, we say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAXN6KpbI/AAAAAAAACZM/Erati8YWrfM/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAXN6KpbI/AAAAAAAACZM/Erati8YWrfM/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547309239884228018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and I were down and out but managed to clean ourselves for some turkey goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAWgLxpDI/AAAAAAAACZE/Kf6NAi5wHdQ/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAWgLxpDI/AAAAAAAACZE/Kf6NAi5wHdQ/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547309227610055730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and grandma anxiously awaiting pumpkin pie.  (It was exactly &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html"&gt;one year ago &lt;/a&gt;on Thanksgiving that Owen took his first step.  Seeing how far he has come was one of the main things we were thankful for.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-2114271891856916390?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2114271891856916390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=2114271891856916390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2114271891856916390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/2114271891856916390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/belated-thanksgiving-post.html' title='Belated Thanksgiving Post'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPwAYRqRQvI/AAAAAAAACZc/4oxIlLcxNiw/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3560771870141091531</id><published>2010-11-28T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:08:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Happy Place</title><content type='html'>Owen found his happy place at Costco.  He startled quite a few people who didn't expect a little boy to be huddled in the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPKoP4VIWhI/AAAAAAAACY8/FTyZKIeIXoE/s1600/Owens%2BHappy%2BPlace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPKoP4VIWhI/AAAAAAAACY8/FTyZKIeIXoE/s320/Owens%2BHappy%2BPlace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544679082019019282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3560771870141091531?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3560771870141091531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3560771870141091531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3560771870141091531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3560771870141091531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/11/owens-happy-place.html' title='Owen&apos;s Happy Place'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TPKoP4VIWhI/AAAAAAAACY8/FTyZKIeIXoE/s72-c/Owens%2BHappy%2BPlace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8714246984760615559</id><published>2010-11-18T20:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:12:40.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Our Hair Down</title><content type='html'>It's not often Carrie and I get a chance to let loose a little, so when we have visitors, we like to have a little fun.  We took that opportunity at Staci and Brandon's wedding.  We have shown some fun photos of Owen, but here are some fun ones of the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzqXpSFmI/AAAAAAAACYk/rVowFhPqRqQ/s1600/DSC_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzqXpSFmI/AAAAAAAACYk/rVowFhPqRqQ/s320/DSC_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541102825776485986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone still mostly coherent at the ceremony.  Good, wholesome times had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzp8iFrCI/AAAAAAAACYc/OJZk8Kt690o/s1600/DSC_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzp8iFrCI/AAAAAAAACYc/OJZk8Kt690o/s320/DSC_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541102818498554914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Debby enjoying the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzpuMpuhI/AAAAAAAACYU/eAJ5ViZF67g/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzpuMpuhI/AAAAAAAACYU/eAJ5ViZF67g/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541102814650546706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare siting of Carrie and me in the same photo... dancing, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzpa3qqVI/AAAAAAAACYM/vsw2nSlz2dM/s1600/DSC_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzpa3qqVI/AAAAAAAACYM/vsw2nSlz2dM/s320/DSC_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541102809462253906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think from this photo that Carrie had a good time at the reception.  And you'd be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzpDeI8FI/AAAAAAAACYE/tH6m9USD-08/s1600/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzpDeI8FI/AAAAAAAACYE/tH6m9USD-08/s320/DSC_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541102803181170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like grandma, like grandson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8714246984760615559?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8714246984760615559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8714246984760615559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8714246984760615559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8714246984760615559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/11/letting-our-hair-down.html' title='Letting Our Hair Down'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOXzqXpSFmI/AAAAAAAACYk/rVowFhPqRqQ/s72-c/DSC_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8521606371866995954</id><published>2010-11-14T18:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:41:23.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Hang Out With This Guy More</title><content type='html'>So, his first baseball game is in box seats with the &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-crazy-time.html"&gt;president of the D-Backs&lt;/a&gt;.  It stands to reason that his first basketball game would be in box seats then.  I gotta get on his good side, maybe he'll get me on the 50 yard line with the Cards or center ice with the Coyotes.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOCL1U1MVYI/AAAAAAAACXM/l93MYukikSM/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOCL1U1MVYI/AAAAAAAACXM/l93MYukikSM/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539581289906853250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concierge, can we get some more chicken-fingers in here?  Thanks.  Oh wait, hey, is everyone down for another round?  Yeah, maybe another round of milk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOCL1sUfZSI/AAAAAAAACXU/oFbfmM3eV1M/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOCL1sUfZSI/AAAAAAAACXU/oFbfmM3eV1M/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539581296212141346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' out with my bro-ha, Myles.  Watchin' some hoops.  That's just how we roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8521606371866995954?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8521606371866995954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8521606371866995954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8521606371866995954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8521606371866995954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-gotta-hang-out-with-this-guy-more.html' title='I Gotta Hang Out With This Guy More'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TOCL1U1MVYI/AAAAAAAACXM/l93MYukikSM/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1192430673747320095</id><published>2010-11-11T17:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:41:19.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen And The Bowns' Big Day</title><content type='html'>Carrie was right about our neglecting our posting.  In our defense, time has sped up significantly lately, as  I'm sure you all have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the wedding of  our longtime friend Staci and our slightly less longtime friend Brandon.   It was a beautiful ceremony on a golf course and Staci and Brandon  looked as happy as we've ever seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJ9VRmuAI/AAAAAAAACXE/K6acf2Puguc/s1600/DSC_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJ9VRmuAI/AAAAAAAACXE/K6acf2Puguc/s320/DSC_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538453328534878210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What marriage on a golf course would be complete without the happy bride and groom whisked away to the reception in a golf cart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJBt1S7BI/AAAAAAAACW8/xJ1GnTYpExw/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJBt1S7BI/AAAAAAAACW8/xJ1GnTYpExw/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538452304334875666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nice things about a wedding on a golf course: 1) Great scenery, 2) You get to dress up a little.  Put those two together and you have a rare toddler photo op indeed.  We took advantage of that rare opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJBU0uF4I/AAAAAAAACW0/TPf5531Tu34/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJBU0uF4I/AAAAAAAACW0/TPf5531Tu34/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538452297621575554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One less nice thing about putting those two things together: Lots of room to run around.  A favorite quote of ours was when Owen said "I walk grandpa!" And it was so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJBJEqEaI/AAAAAAAACWs/aNk9PJWv0wI/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJBJEqEaI/AAAAAAAACWs/aNk9PJWv0wI/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538452294467195298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen asking for a little help getting up one of the slopes to the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJA-B9ApI/AAAAAAAACWk/-54h29mcFUg/s1600/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJA-B9ApI/AAAAAAAACWk/-54h29mcFUg/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538452291503063698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the wedding party, Owen hands down took the best-dressed award for the night.  I can't tell you how many compliments he got at the wedding and the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJAtGuHDI/AAAAAAAACWc/ZQ8KskNa9RU/s1600/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJAtGuHDI/AAAAAAAACWc/ZQ8KskNa9RU/s320/DSC_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538452286959655986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite shots.  He was having so much fun just running around.  One of the scariest things about how fast that time is slipping by is the realization that the age of innocence doesn't last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1192430673747320095?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1192430673747320095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1192430673747320095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1192430673747320095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1192430673747320095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/11/owen-and-bowns-big-day.html' title='Owen And The Bowns&apos; Big Day'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNyJ9VRmuAI/AAAAAAAACXE/K6acf2Puguc/s72-c/DSC_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-779665714872203537</id><published>2010-11-10T20:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:09:19.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Band</title><content type='html'>Oh man.  We are so behind on blogging.  Not necessarily the number of posts (because we have been consistently bad about that for awhile).  More the fact we have some good photos - and some great ones - and we have yet to put them up.   Operation Post Photos is now in effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo probably doesn't fall into the great photo category but it's pretty dang cute.  When Owen gets even just slightly hurt, he wants a "band band" aka a band-aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNtdBZUWZBI/AAAAAAAACWU/PhQVXbnkMCQ/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNtdBZUWZBI/AAAAAAAACWU/PhQVXbnkMCQ/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538122445339649042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure what happened with the top of his lip but he absolutely had to put a band band there to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-779665714872203537?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/779665714872203537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=779665714872203537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/779665714872203537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/779665714872203537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/11/band-band.html' title='Band Band'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNtdBZUWZBI/AAAAAAAACWU/PhQVXbnkMCQ/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7826804907225707643</id><published>2010-11-08T19:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:17:54.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herding Cats</title><content type='html'>Owen had his first sport class on Saturday.   We had signed him up for a six  week class through the city.  He'll learn soccer, field  hockey, and t-ball.  As to be expected, teaching toddlers to play an organized sport is like herding cats but it was very cute and Owen seemed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNizplfj_yI/AAAAAAAACWM/Y-GMR1QTyIU/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNizplfj_yI/AAAAAAAACWM/Y-GMR1QTyIU/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373268872527650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNizo3WvUcI/AAAAAAAACWE/LflkoKyhBAE/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNizo3WvUcI/AAAAAAAACWE/LflkoKyhBAE/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373256487489986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to kick while grandpa and dad watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNizoRWLOaI/AAAAAAAACV8/VcN7tRrggo0/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNizoRWLOaI/AAAAAAAACV8/VcN7tRrggo0/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537373246284577186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7826804907225707643?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7826804907225707643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7826804907225707643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7826804907225707643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7826804907225707643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/11/herding-cats.html' title='Herding Cats'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TNizplfj_yI/AAAAAAAACWM/Y-GMR1QTyIU/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3577974198447844344</id><published>2010-10-31T17:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:19:45.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM4PIzKoRqI/AAAAAAAACV0/_bI4BHAd3cw/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM4PIzKoRqI/AAAAAAAACV0/_bI4BHAd3cw/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534377635933079202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "tourist" (Football player and race car driver were not working out because he didn't want anything on his head.  So we improvised.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM4PIXGRw3I/AAAAAAAACVs/UHDd4JMLrx8/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM4PIXGRw3I/AAAAAAAACVs/UHDd4JMLrx8/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534377628398633842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the new pirate movie? It's rated ARRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM4PIDZmqXI/AAAAAAAACVk/Y3Xm_bgEQIg/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM4PIDZmqXI/AAAAAAAACVk/Y3Xm_bgEQIg/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534377623110986098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a penguin in the desert?&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween (again)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Update: Hilarious line from the night was when a family walks up and the mom exclaims, "El Pollo! El Pollo!" while pointing to Ed which means "chicken" in Spanish.  Owen called Ed a duck all night.  A truck, with a bunch of kids in the back, drove by yelling, "There's the penguin!  Hi penguin!"  I do think Ed, unofficially, had the best costume in the neighborhood.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3577974198447844344?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3577974198447844344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3577974198447844344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3577974198447844344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3577974198447844344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/tourist-football-player-and-race-car.html' title='Happy Halloween Part 2'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM4PIzKoRqI/AAAAAAAACV0/_bI4BHAd3cw/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5689012630053108277</id><published>2010-10-31T14:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:36:15.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween from Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM3gMaTJP2I/AAAAAAAACVc/uDcbQ1-7Hbc/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM3gMaTJP2I/AAAAAAAACVc/uDcbQ1-7Hbc/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534326020930879330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carved pumpkins last night and celebrated one of my favorite traditions, baking pumpkin seeds.  Owen loved them, which we figured because he tends to like everything I do (which is fun). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie and I are going a a pirate and penguin, respectively, but we're not 100% on Owen's costume yet.  We have the option of toddler football player or toddler race car driver.  I think that's going to be a game-time decision, but we'll put up some photos however it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a fun, safe and happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5689012630053108277?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5689012630053108277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5689012630053108277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5689012630053108277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5689012630053108277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TM3gMaTJP2I/AAAAAAAACVc/uDcbQ1-7Hbc/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8932780636216227334</id><published>2010-10-29T09:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:55:41.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Bear</title><content type='html'>Some mornings, when Owen wakes up, we're told Huggy pooped during the night and needs his diaper changed.  So we take Huggy and "change" his diaper.  Well this morning, Huggy had to go potty but didn't like diapers anymore so he wanted to go on the big boy potty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMr5uJLQl5I/AAAAAAAACVU/JmcZeAjIaus/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMr5uJLQl5I/AAAAAAAACVU/JmcZeAjIaus/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533509663310518162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen is not a fan of the big boy potty and I was hoping this was a sign he was warming up to the idea of using it.  But, in an unfortunate turn of events, Lion (Owen's other favorite stuffed animal) also had to go potty but Lion hates the big boy potty so he pooped on the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes were dashed and we instead talked about how we don't potty on the floor. (When Niah was potty training at the daycare, she would sometimes potty on the floor. Dawn taught the kids the mantra, "Don't potty on the floor!"  and Owen repeats it, but I fear curiosity might get the better of him one day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8932780636216227334?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8932780636216227334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8932780636216227334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8932780636216227334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8932780636216227334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/potty-bear.html' title='Potty Bear'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMr5uJLQl5I/AAAAAAAACVU/JmcZeAjIaus/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5958653451552293308</id><published>2010-10-24T15:49:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:30:59.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trucks and Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>This weekend we took a trip to go get a pumpkin or two from the Botanical Gardens.  It was pretty crazy packed, so we didn't wait in line for the hay ride to the actual pumpkin patch, but we did enjoy the booths and festivities.  We also found an old Chevrolet pickup full of hay and pumpkins that Owen was all too happy to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4VrTH_eI/AAAAAAAACVM/9hiOws9Uxc0/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4VrTH_eI/AAAAAAAACVM/9hiOws9Uxc0/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748924857515490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty easy to find a pumpkin in the bed of the truck.  Owen had a difficult time leaving such a fun place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4VcWWWfI/AAAAAAAACVE/KX-bt4aHCV4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4VcWWWfI/AAAAAAAACVE/KX-bt4aHCV4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748920844507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie and Owen enjoying one of the many craft booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4VNOdZpI/AAAAAAAACU8/IAUBuIQsomc/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4VNOdZpI/AAAAAAAACU8/IAUBuIQsomc/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748916784883346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had each gotten our hands on a good pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4U1BZG7I/AAAAAAAACU0/DKhsV4MOu_g/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4U1BZG7I/AAAAAAAACU0/DKhsV4MOu_g/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748910287625138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen couldn't decide what he liked more - the pumpkins or the truck.  The truck eventually won out (alas pumpkins don't have tires).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5958653451552293308?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5958653451552293308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5958653451552293308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5958653451552293308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5958653451552293308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/trucks-and-pumpkins.html' title='Trucks and Pumpkins'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMS4VrTH_eI/AAAAAAAACVM/9hiOws9Uxc0/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-3461185928053833198</id><published>2010-10-23T17:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:36:36.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time of Year Again</title><content type='html'>Lego time!  My how &lt;a href="http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/build-fun.html"&gt;time flies&lt;/a&gt;. Ed, sadly, missed out for the first time because of a TFA workshop.  I didn't trust Owen around a moving train and thousands of Legos so Dawn watched him for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMN9Fx7flDI/AAAAAAAACUs/EqG_NtMwb6k/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMN9Fx7flDI/AAAAAAAACUs/EqG_NtMwb6k/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531402305596789810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did something new this year and had the kids decide a name for the city and put them in a drawing. Let me introduce you to our wonderful city, "Scottslegodale."  Kids are so clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMN9FCwYW6I/AAAAAAAACUk/UTUPb363QJs/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMN9FCwYW6I/AAAAAAAACUk/UTUPb363QJs/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531402292933712802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 14th annual lego crew.  Unfortunately we lost our funding in the budget cuts for t-shirts. (What?  Lego t-shirts aren't mission critical?  Says who?) But next year is the big 15th year so we're going to try and track down a sponsor for the shirts.  I think we can find someone and the kids will be stoked.  We just have to figure out how to navigate the red tape that is city government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-3461185928053833198?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3461185928053833198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=3461185928053833198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3461185928053833198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/3461185928053833198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That Time of Year Again'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TMN9Fx7flDI/AAAAAAAACUs/EqG_NtMwb6k/s72-c/DSC_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-6587308799135724762</id><published>2010-10-19T22:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:12:33.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple (Flower) Haze</title><content type='html'>The Texas Sage is in bloom again.  These plants are incredible.  They  are pretty plain bushes most of the time and then you wake up one  morning and - bam - they are covered in gorgeous purple flowers.  I'm  told they bloom after a good rain or there has been high humidity for a  certain amount of days.  I tell ya, I've never seen flowers quite as vibrant as the flowers that bloom in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TL54IvV0zkI/AAAAAAAACUc/yJKHKhv-I5M/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TL54IvV0zkI/AAAAAAAACUc/yJKHKhv-I5M/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529989483999841858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen loves the purple flowers.  They are pretty and smell good but, more importantly, they attract bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TL54ILJmA_I/AAAAAAAACUU/xiZQd65hmkE/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TL54ILJmA_I/AAAAAAAACUU/xiZQd65hmkE/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529989474284864498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a slight buzzing in the air right after the flowers bloom as hundreds of bees busily collect pollen.  They seem to be nice little guys given Owen tries to "pet" them and he has yet to be stung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-6587308799135724762?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6587308799135724762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=6587308799135724762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6587308799135724762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/6587308799135724762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/purple-flower-haze.html' title='Purple (Flower) Haze'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TL54IvV0zkI/AAAAAAAACUc/yJKHKhv-I5M/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5288583656608694590</id><published>2010-10-16T13:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:21:40.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant Mania</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we hit up the Desert Botanical Garden's plant sale and I went a little crazy.  Then I went to Lowe's to get soil and all their plants were in bloom.  Jasmine, hibiscus, and honeysuckle - I could not say no.  I love buying plants.  It is my weakness.  Unfortunately I'm not as good at growing them as I am at buying them so they have a 75% chance of survival.  (Up from 50%. I'm getting better.) But plants are my therapy and my sweet husband understands that and does not mock me (much) when I come home with a box full and sadly throw 1 or 2 away 9 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLoGwAYju4I/AAAAAAAACT8/HUWdDyLc71Y/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLoGwAYju4I/AAAAAAAACT8/HUWdDyLc71Y/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528738914357197698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen giving mom some planting tips.  I think between the two of us, this batch is going to make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5288583656608694590?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5288583656608694590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5288583656608694590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5288583656608694590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5288583656608694590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/plant-mania.html' title='Plant Mania'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLoGwAYju4I/AAAAAAAACT8/HUWdDyLc71Y/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-1550764964788781015</id><published>2010-10-12T18:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:47:46.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Get Jack (Yet)</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we went to see one of our favorite musicians, Jack Johnson.  It was really nice because a.) Jack always puts on a good show, and b.) it was really nice for both of us to decompress from what has become a very hectic life schedule and feel normal for a few hours.  Unfortunately,  Owen isn't specialized in helping us decompress, so we made the executive decision to have him stay with Dawn for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed him during the concert, especially when Jack was commending all of the parents who brought their little ones to the show.  We knew we made the right call, however, when smoke of various origins was surrounding us all night long. Owen didn't seem too shook up though and he had a good time so, all's well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLUNaSavJLI/AAAAAAAACT0/4_vfaUtMLKI/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLUNaSavJLI/AAAAAAAACT0/4_vfaUtMLKI/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527338862938891442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggy bear? Check.  Tractor tires? Check.  Travel suitcase? Check and check; we're good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLUNZ-doYRI/AAAAAAAACTs/vLnpjOBcOeQ/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLUNZ-doYRI/AAAAAAAACTs/vLnpjOBcOeQ/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527338857582321938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, we forgot one thing.  Now we're ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-1550764964788781015?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1550764964788781015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=1550764964788781015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1550764964788781015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/1550764964788781015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-dont-get-jack-yet.html' title='You Don&apos;t Get Jack (Yet)'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TLUNaSavJLI/AAAAAAAACT0/4_vfaUtMLKI/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-7328861193397349524</id><published>2010-10-02T14:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:56:14.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Dirt?  Will Play.</title><content type='html'>Owen and I toured an urban farm in Phoenix today.  While there Owen made a new friend named Jack. (In all cuteness, Jack asked me if Owen could be his new friend.)  They hit it off instantly when they realized they both like to run, explore where they shouldn't, and play in dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKen1sN7YTI/AAAAAAAACTU/aB3V4BPF00o/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKen1sN7YTI/AAAAAAAACTU/aB3V4BPF00o/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523568008837685554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking boy talk under the shade of a tree.  Cars... bugs... dirt...man stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKen1fg0s3I/AAAAAAAACTM/6kO1ExyqwLQ/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKen1fg0s3I/AAAAAAAACTM/6kO1ExyqwLQ/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523568005427278706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more hilarious to a toddler then pretending to fall over.  Not sure the tour guide for the farm appreciated talking over boys giggling madly but I know I much prefer to listen to children laugh over a lecture about pruning trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-7328861193397349524?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7328861193397349524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=7328861193397349524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7328861193397349524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/7328861193397349524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-dirt-will-play.html' title='Like Dirt?  Will Play.'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKen1sN7YTI/AAAAAAAACTU/aB3V4BPF00o/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-5220825945583504379</id><published>2010-10-01T10:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:24:52.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Do Say the Darndest Things</title><content type='html'>This morning, Owen wakes up to find he has a sweaty head and therefore, a sweaty pillow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama - my pillow wet.  My head is raining!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKYZBAkSTJI/AAAAAAAACTE/kiZ6IZH5Z44/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKYZBAkSTJI/AAAAAAAACTE/kiZ6IZH5Z44/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523129498139249810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to start writing these down.  These are the memories that cannot be photographed and I do not want to forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-5220825945583504379?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5220825945583504379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=5220825945583504379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5220825945583504379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/5220825945583504379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-do-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Do Say the Darndest Things'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TKYZBAkSTJI/AAAAAAAACTE/kiZ6IZH5Z44/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575171264319655130.post-8206927569176508110</id><published>2010-09-25T11:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:58:01.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning at the Garden</title><content type='html'>It is still ridiculously hot down here but we are starting to get a  little relief in the early mornings.  We decided to take advantage of  the cool (85 at 9:00 am) weather and head over to the Botanical Gardens for a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5DcpfsrhI/AAAAAAAACS8/j8e5lp4Hb6k/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5DcpfsrhI/AAAAAAAACS8/j8e5lp4Hb6k/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520924352657010194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5DcI-G4iI/AAAAAAAACS0/nwft9sMlnK4/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5DcI-G4iI/AAAAAAAACS0/nwft9sMlnK4/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520924343926186530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5DbxjWYQI/AAAAAAAACSs/pqtc7bjwy4o/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5DbxjWYQI/AAAAAAAACSs/pqtc7bjwy4o/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520924337639940354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5Dba2ZIQI/AAAAAAAACSk/mH150nJlmAo/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5Dba2ZIQI/AAAAAAAACSk/mH150nJlmAo/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520924331545796866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the Botanical Garden. It's peaceful, beautiful and about 5 degrees cooler than the rest of the valley.   Recently I've been fortunate, through my work, to partner with the Botanical Garden in installing a demonstration front yard vegetable garden in S. Scottsdale.  One lucky S. Scottsdale resident is going to have the Botanical Garden design and install a vegetable garden in their front yard - less rock, more vegetables concept.  I meet once a week with the Garden's horticulturist, landscape architect, and education manager to plan the project.  Since I work for the city, our house isn't eligible (darn!) but it's an incredible learning opportunity that I feel lucky to be a part of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575171264319655130-8206927569176508110?l=edandcarrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8206927569176508110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1575171264319655130&amp;postID=8206927569176508110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8206927569176508110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1575171264319655130/posts/default/8206927569176508110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandcarrie.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning-at-garden.html' title='Morning at the Garden'/><author><name>Ed and Carrie, Phoenix, Arizona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880018467825367614</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/_yd73EEKqdqk/TJ5DcpfsrhI/AAAAAAAACS8/j8e5lp4Hb6k/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
