<?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-3720242696154200877</id><updated>2012-03-19T23:57:36.713-07:00</updated><category term='wa'/><title type='text'>Taylor Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-33285540987509404</id><published>2012-01-08T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:44:49.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man-training, Sewing and Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a Dresden Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although this happened a little while ago, I had to post this. This is what happens when Mommy has to work late and Daddy is in charge. Daddy teaches Dresden how to "Be a Man" (in Scott's words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JA2XAq35ixY/TwqKUgUxi4I/AAAAAAAABEM/hqE10jJKohY/s1600/IMG_20111217_194722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JA2XAq35ixY/TwqKUgUxi4I/AAAAAAAABEM/hqE10jJKohY/s200/IMG_20111217_194722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695516763642497922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JA2XAq35ixY/TwqKUgUxi4I/AAAAAAAABEM/hqE10jJKohY/s1600/IMG_20111217_194722.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First, get a piece of pizza WITHOUT a plate or a napkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6yvRiaeb3c/TwqKUMqAh6I/AAAAAAAABEA/dLjsfDpOth0/s1600/IMG_20111217_193705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6yvRiaeb3c/TwqKUMqAh6I/AAAAAAAABEA/dLjsfDpOth0/s200/IMG_20111217_193705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695516758362851234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, make sure you are comfy in your favorite chair. (Who cares if your shoes are on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVkQBxN8I1s/TwqKTyMky6I/AAAAAAAABD0/jFmdDzK94_E/s1600/IMG_20111217_194707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVkQBxN8I1s/TwqKTyMky6I/AAAAAAAABD0/jFmdDzK94_E/s200/IMG_20111217_194707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695516751260076962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, turn on the TV to whatever seems interesting and stare into the TV while eating your pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Daddy taught him quite well. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a Mommy Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6PY_4g64dE/TwqEIF_rveI/AAAAAAAABDE/nssfu4_yvt4/s1600/IMG_8306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6PY_4g64dE/TwqEIF_rveI/AAAAAAAABDE/nssfu4_yvt4/s200/IMG_8306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695509953346518498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I sewed my first window Valances for the baby and Dresden's room. Fortunately Grandma Tamera knows how to sew and showed me all I needed to do. I had so much fun making them! I can't wait to sew Dresden's blanket that will go along with the valances. Stay posted for when I complete that. It may take longer than a week though, but be patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CDnV_Gjv9U/TwqEIyCekNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/40OlUlHu4CE/s1600/IMG_8307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CDnV_Gjv9U/TwqEIyCekNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/40OlUlHu4CE/s200/IMG_8307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695509965169397970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a Daddy Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday around 11:30am Scott called and said that he wanted take me on an early date. Of course I had to pry a little and eventually he decided he'd better make sure I was up for going on an airplane ride in his buddy Jeff Jensen's plane (being 7 months pregnant and a mom). I was glad he did, but then maybe if he didn't give me the option I wouldn't have had to be a paranoid stress case and worry about where Dresden would go if something happened to us on this short little flight. Boy am I glad I went with my instincts and decided to go. I'd been in a little plane when I went Sky diving, but Scott hadn't so he was really excited. Even though I'd been in a small plane I didn't get to take off. His buddy trusted me enough to safely get us off the ground and it was so Awesome! We flew around by BYU and went up Provo Canyon then followed AF canyon out til about Traverse mountain and then back again. It was so so so much fun! I'm so blessed to have an adventurous, spontaneous husband. I wrote in my journal a long time ago thanking Heavenly Father for Scott because I knew he'd never make my life boring and so far Scott's made our life together interesting and fun. I love you Hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-SfHRKptYE/TwqHL4GNF8I/AAAAAAAABDo/9QjDBWg6lqQ/s1600/IMG_20120106_145525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-SfHRKptYE/TwqHL4GNF8I/AAAAAAAABDo/9QjDBWg6lqQ/s200/IMG_20120106_145525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695513316870133698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7NXMDIb-kU/TwqHLq3ophI/AAAAAAAABDc/DY0OYx9C0AY/s1600/airplane%2Bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7NXMDIb-kU/TwqHLq3ophI/AAAAAAAABDc/DY0OYx9C0AY/s200/airplane%2Bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695513313319364114" 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/3720242696154200877-33285540987509404?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/33285540987509404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=33285540987509404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/33285540987509404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/33285540987509404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2012/01/man-training-sewing-and-flying.html' title='Man-training, Sewing and Flying'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JA2XAq35ixY/TwqKUgUxi4I/AAAAAAAABEM/hqE10jJKohY/s72-c/IMG_20111217_194722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-6176200468749831128</id><published>2011-12-31T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:08:53.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Done It Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXldu7e1yY/TwFI6sqFsII/AAAAAAAABBQ/GfWfFxdsbq0/s1600/IMG_8301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXldu7e1yY/TwFI6sqFsII/AAAAAAAABBQ/GfWfFxdsbq0/s200/IMG_8301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692911577230323842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want OUR blog to be just about me, but I wanted show what I did New Years Eve. Many of you are probably thinking...didn't she just cut her hair short a little while ago? Yes I did and yes I cut even more off. This was my original plan and I couldn't handle keeping it as long as it was any longer. I believe this is what you'd call a pixie cut. Do I love it? Yes. Will I keep it this way forever? Probably not. But it is a fun change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfoiu7SxS_o/TwFI6_UgAXI/AAAAAAAABBc/dv3Vpr8-Jrg/s1600/IMG_8300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfoiu7SxS_o/TwFI6_UgAXI/AAAAAAAABBc/dv3Vpr8-Jrg/s200/IMG_8300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692911582240047474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I decided to include a picture of the baby bump at 30 weeks! I can't believe we only have to wait 10 more weeks til we get to meet our new little addition. Hopefully it won't be longer than that I already feel huger than huge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-6176200468749831128?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6176200468749831128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=6176200468749831128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6176200468749831128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6176200468749831128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/moms-done-it-again.html' title='Mom&apos;s Done It Again!'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXldu7e1yY/TwFI6sqFsII/AAAAAAAABBQ/GfWfFxdsbq0/s72-c/IMG_8301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-5666380135461666990</id><published>2011-12-29T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:56:31.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IbVVfC2unQ/TwE6A4M_rCI/AAAAAAAABAU/9ujhS-fzHYU/s1600/IMG_8289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IbVVfC2unQ/TwE6A4M_rCI/AAAAAAAABAU/9ujhS-fzHYU/s200/IMG_8289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692895190734318626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first Christmas Morning at home! For the 23rd and Christmas Eve we spent the evening with my parents and my wonderful families on both sides. Dresden was ecstatic when his Nani and Bopba gave him a Lightning McQueen tent, sleeping bag and backpack combo. He insisted that we "shut the door" and quickly wanting us to open it again. He felt so big in his very own tent. He also really enjoyed the soccer ball and net that his Bopba picked out special for him. As for me and Scott, my parents amazed me and completed a beautiful book shelf. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmqh5yV8-r4/TwFGlpcKAtI/AAAAAAAABBE/_RwnQQeBw-M/s1600/IMG_8304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmqh5yV8-r4/TwFGlpcKAtI/AAAAAAAABBE/_RwnQQeBw-M/s200/IMG_8304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692909016566072018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my dad and mom they are so talented. Some of you may remember the shelf he made me a couple years ago. It too was amazing! I really gotta learn how to do what he does. It is amazing! I will cherish those gifts forever because I will always remember my dad made them for me with a lot of love. For my parents we gave them some framed pictures of Dresden and (my favorite) a framed Family Tree filled out with a whole bunch our families names. I was hoping my parents would like it and my mom gave me exactly the reaction I needed. My cute brother was there and that was a present in and of itself and he brought his cute girlfriend Maura. I really liked getting to know her. She is such a positive person and I'm so proud of Ty for finding such a cutie. The only thing missing was my other Little Brother Trevor. I missed him so much. It just wasn't the same without him. I hope next year we'll get to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for Christmas Morning I woke up to my sweet sweet husband having breakfast made &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLGdsy8yRf8/TwE6BtTUgBI/AAAAAAAABAs/_boW3ooGgBM/s1600/IMG_8291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLGdsy8yRf8/TwE6BtTUgBI/AAAAAAAABAs/_boW3ooGgBM/s200/IMG_8291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692895204987928594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the table set. He had to get up extra early to make the breakfast casserole and I was so grateful for his efforts. Dresden came down and a fun time opening presents. He was most excited about one of the smallest presents (an addition to his Thomas the train set, Henry) not the one that I've been hiding and he's been asking about since his Birthday (Lightning McQueen rolling bag). Boy is it nice to buy presents for a two year old. I can't imagine what it will be like when $75 will barely get us one present for our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjLJ4rYiUE0/TwE6BPTeMbI/AAAAAAAABAg/BMxGqV5nl_Y/s1600/IMG_8294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjLJ4rYiUE0/TwE6BPTeMbI/AAAAAAAABAg/BMxGqV5nl_Y/s200/IMG_8294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692895196935500210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we opened presents, had a delicious breakfast and went to Church (Which was lovely by the way. I found a new favorite Christmas song: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where Shepards Lately Knelt)&lt;/span&gt;, we went to Grandma Tamera and Grandpas house where they were so generous to give us more presents. Despite Izzy's lack of joy (to say the least) Scott and I were excited for the Shock collar we gratefully received from Dave and Tamera. Hopefully now we can keep Izzy from tearing apart other peoples garages while chasing after their cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnwzP0BeiWA/TwE6CbXn9FI/AAAAAAAABA4/52Pb9PiEKGI/s1600/IMG_8295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnwzP0BeiWA/TwE6CbXn9FI/AAAAAAAABA4/52Pb9PiEKGI/s200/IMG_8295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692895217354011730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dresden was so lucky to receive Thomas the Train PJ's some Matchbox cars and Thomas the Train Movies. For Mama and Papa T we painted a new shelf for them to put coats on. I loved making so many of our gifts this year. It was worth all the late nights and work. I don't know if I'll be able to continue once we start having more kids though. Mama T is amazing making so many of her gifts with 8 children. Wow! Anyway, I think the highlight of the day was getting to talk to our brother Jon on his mission. I'm so grateful for technology these days. We got to skype with him and actually see him. It was so good to see how happy he is and how good of a missionary his. Scott and I (Izzy and Dresden) are really excited for him to be home next Christmas. Even though I want to be in Germany by then I really want to be able to see Jon when he gets home. Missions do such amazing things to young men. I can't wait to see the magic worked on Jon. He already was such a good example and so fun for Dresden but I can only imagine when he comes home. Well we finished the night at the Taylor's and had a lovely evening just relaxing. Scott got to get his Halo fix with his two sisters and Kristen's boyfriend David which I know he enjoyed. I am grateful though that he wasn't stuck playing til all hours of the night. Had Bryce been here I'm sure we probably would've had to have ended up sleeping over. Scott sure misses his Best Buddy Brother Bryce. Til next Christmas...Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-5666380135461666990?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5666380135461666990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=5666380135461666990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/5666380135461666990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/5666380135461666990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IbVVfC2unQ/TwE6A4M_rCI/AAAAAAAABAU/9ujhS-fzHYU/s72-c/IMG_8289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-1180000633897858538</id><published>2011-12-07T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:02:02.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Nikolaus Comes to our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxeOPXZiQvY/TuWmUdUlowI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4qfxuYwJBIs/s1600/IMG_20111206_075632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxeOPXZiQvY/TuWmUdUlowI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4qfxuYwJBIs/s200/IMG_20111206_075632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685132975023694594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtLE2AuTwX4/TuWmUUKrjnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cJCxLfJXJ8c/s1600/IMG_20111206_075118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtLE2AuTwX4/TuWmUUKrjnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cJCxLfJXJ8c/s200/IMG_20111206_075118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685132972566220402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXjcUS7O36s/TuWmU-LcI_I/AAAAAAAABAI/NhYMcd_BZoQ/s1600/IMG_20111206_075653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXjcUS7O36s/TuWmU-LcI_I/AAAAAAAABAI/NhYMcd_BZoQ/s200/IMG_20111206_075653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685132983843693554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Nikolaus DID come to our house! Despite that Dresden might not have fully understood our new tradition, I think he thought it was pretty fun. He especially loved his new Thomas the Train Ornament and even though he didn't like eating the orange he thought that was pretty cool too. Scott did his research on this wonderful German Tradition. December 6th is the day that St. Nickolaus comes. You have to put out one of your shoes outside your front door the night of December the 5th and then if you are luck St. Nickolaus will come by and bring you oranges, nuts, chocolate Santa's and cookies or crackers. We were all lucky because St. Nickolaus did fill our shoes the morning of the 6th and we all got more and more excited for Christmas and to see Dresden's childlike excitement for these wonderful traditions that make up a Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-1180000633897858538?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1180000633897858538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=1180000633897858538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1180000633897858538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1180000633897858538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/st-nikolaus-comes-to-our-house.html' title='St. Nikolaus Comes to our House'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxeOPXZiQvY/TuWmUdUlowI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4qfxuYwJBIs/s72-c/IMG_20111206_075632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-2407499267624717234</id><published>2011-12-04T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:44:59.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating and Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas! I love everything about it. I especially love decorating for Christmas. This Year I decided that we try getting our Christmas Tree and decorating done early so that we could focus on getting our presents (at least a week before Christmas) and enjoying the Spirit of Christmas. December 1st I told Scott it's time to get our tree and so that evening we went and picked out our perfect tree. We took it home and as I decorated the tree with I got to watch my boys snuggle on the couch and watch The Polar Express. Dresden absolutely adores trains and so I thought he'd really enjoy the movie, but enjoy is an understatement he was captured by the movie. He watched the entire thing and wanted to watch it again right after and the next day. Let me just say that watching those two there on the couch made decorating the tree seem completely unimportant. Those two boys are my everything and seeing how much they love each other and enjoy being with each other makes me so happy. I love them so so so so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to involve the Savior in our Christmas even more and so I made this cute little 25 day countdown til Christmas where everyday we get to read a scripture, sing a song and do some sort of act that reminds us of what Christmas is all about. Thank you Tamera by the way. I also learned about some of the cute traditions that Scott enjoyed as a child and I loved the idea of reading a Christmas story every night. Even though we missed the last two nights because I was working late at my seasonal catering job I'm excited to try out that tradition. Another thing I think we are going to do is-since we have so much love for the German culture- we are going to set out our shoes (or at least Dresden's) for St. Nikolaus on Dec. 6. Stay posted to see how it goes. Dresden might be a little too young, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOKBGe3Q8z8/TuWhPELWQSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/em7SYMj8OP8/s1600/IMG_8274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOKBGe3Q8z8/TuWhPELWQSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/em7SYMj8OP8/s200/IMG_8274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685127384816566562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made Izzy a stocking this year. It only cost me $1.50. I made it out of felt and a pre-made stocking I bought at Joann's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUT6m50GNAI/TuWhO4H7j4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/6HRH2TXTVKA/s1600/IMG_8276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUT6m50GNAI/TuWhO4H7j4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/6HRH2TXTVKA/s200/IMG_8276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685127381581008770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I  also made the tree skirt to match the ribbon on the tree. I love polka  dots! Who knows if I'll love them forever but this was a fun easy  project. Plus, every tree needs a tree skirt in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMUCNzTriiU/TuWhPu13mvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ZKei1Ovk0tY/s1600/IMG_8251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMUCNzTriiU/TuWhPu13mvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ZKei1Ovk0tY/s200/IMG_8251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685127396269202162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Christmas Lights... I love love love how simple little lights can bring the warmth of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-2407499267624717234?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2407499267624717234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=2407499267624717234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2407499267624717234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2407499267624717234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-decorating-and-traditions.html' title='Christmas Decorating and Traditions'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOKBGe3Q8z8/TuWhPELWQSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/em7SYMj8OP8/s72-c/IMG_8274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-6333148394652452691</id><published>2011-11-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:26:26.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Thanksgiving was a wonderful one. Since my parents were going to be out of town to California we celebrated with them the Sunday before and had a delightful time. My mom slaved away in the kitchen and I was glad I went a little early so that I could help her. She made a delicious stuffing that had apples and dried cranberries in it. I'm so proud of her for every time she tries something complicated and new. It makes me so happy because I know how happy I am when I make something difficult and it turns out. Good job Mom! Although we missed Uncle Tyler and Trevor dearly we enjoyed a wonderful evening with my parents, Omi and Opa, Grandma and Grandpa and Bridie. We all sat around talking after the wonderful meal and me and my Grandma Diane painted each others toenails. I love my Grandma. She is such a sweet lady, full of so much love. All of these people we got to spend the evening with are so wonderful and we are so blessed to have them in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Thanksgiving Day we went to Grandma and Grandpa Taylors house. We went over early so that Scott could play soccer with his siblings and I could help out in the kitchen. I tried to make Beth's delicious stuffing she made the previous year and although it wasn't quite as delicious as hers it turned out okay. I've done pretty well having my best friend [Beth] move to Germany but having gathered together with friends that Beth and Bryce normally would be present at  the night before and then cooking Thanksgiving in the kitchen without my Bethy there, I was having a somewhat solemn day. Even Nelma (Martha's mom) said "She[I]misses Beth". Fortunately I was surrounded by such wonderful people, fabulous food and the warmth of the sun that day that I was able to distract myself from the fact that it might just be a little (hopefully not long)  while until I get to see my buddy again. I love you Beth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we all gathered around the table Gma and Gpa Taylor, Kurt, Martha, Aaron, Emily and their new little bundle due in June, Nelma and Patrick(Martha's Parents), Kristen,Caleb, Chloe and David(Kristen's Boyfriend), Jeff, Michelle &amp;amp; little Adam and Kaylee and enjoyed a delicous meal. David's cranberry sauce was one of me and Scotts favorite. As for Dresden, because it was his naptime the only thing that he took much interest to was the potatoes and gravy and the Jello that Nelma brought (I still couldn't get him to eat the turkey). Afterwards we all just hung around talking, playing ping pong and pool and enjoying each other's company. Although Scott might not agree I came close to beating him at pool, I was quite surprised. Dresden was having a great time outside enjoying the warm weather. He and his cousins were having a blast jumping on the tramp. Grandpa was monitoring them so I came out just to take a picture and Dresden told me "No Mommy, No" and waved his hand to let me know that he didn't want me to interupt his time with his Grandpa and cousins. This brings me to all the things I'm thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I am so thankful that Dresden has such amazing Grandparents that he loves so so much. In fact the other night when Scott and I went on a date and Nanny and Bopba babysat he pushed us away and said "No" and we asked him if he wanted to sleepover and he did. He got to sleep in their bed til about 3am when he wouldn't stop wiggling. He loves his Grandparents. I'm so grateful that he can have both of them so close because who knows this next baby might not get that opportunity.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)I'm so thankful for such an amazing husband. He works so hard for our family financially and also tries really hard to make sure he spends enough time with his family too. I am so amazed at how he does it. I'm so proud of the man that he is and will become. I'm so lucky to have him to walk through this life with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)I'm so thankful to be a stay-at-home mom. Raising Dresden has been one of the best things I've ever experienced. Especially now where everyday he is able to show me all the things he learns from me and those he interacts with. I'm so excited for this new little baby and being able to raise not only one of my little best buddies but two. I'm blessed to be able to work every once and awhile because I think it helps me be a better mom. Of the few times a work I miss my boys so so much and am even more grateful for being a stay-at-home mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)I'm so thankful for the wonderful family, friends and neighbors. They all teach me so much about how to live and love. If it weren't for them I couldn't be half the wife and mother that I am. Relationships are the only way to learn love, forgivness, charity, patience, kindness, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Most importantly, I am Thankful for the knowledge I have of the love of the savior. I know that I will never be alone in life because of the love that surrounds me when I pray, read scriptures and strive to always do what is right. I know that He loves me and is proud of me despite my faults. If it weren't for the love I felt going to church when I was young I wouldn't be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of you who we didn't get to spend Thanksgiving with, we hope you had a wonderul Thanksgiving full of food, family and fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-6333148394652452691?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6333148394652452691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=6333148394652452691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6333148394652452691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6333148394652452691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-8147821345975919020</id><published>2011-11-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:14:58.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Doo and Dresden outsmarts Mommy</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it! I chopped 12 inches off my hair again. This would be the third time and I hope that that makes three lucky people walking around with my hair for a wig from Locks of Love. Ever since the first time I made this drastic of a change I haven't been able to let my hair grow past a certain length before I have to chop it again. I waited for my amazing friend Bree to get home from California to do it because she is the best ever and I wanted to make sure that it was done well. I think she did a great job don't you think? I included a before and after picture so you can get the real effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237310389070738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRHXxbG3I_U/TtRBvRWpK5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/SY5xV-yTLfM/s200/Before%2Bhaircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680223267344125394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNaVT10y_wQ/TtQ09270jdI/AAAAAAAAA94/NzqhqcNGLNA/s200/New%2Bhaircut%2B4.jpg" /&gt; Next story for the post is how little Dresden decided to outsmart Mommy and somehow lock her out of Grandma and Grandpa Taylors house. I stopped by after my usual deliveries at the flowershop and took little dude in and some of his stuff and went back out to get the rest of it and when I came back in the deadbolt was locked. I couldn't figure it out. I tried to instruct him to get a chair and put it by the door and unlock it but that wasn't working. So I called Tamera and they arranged to have Dave come let me in. In the meantime I discovered that of all the windows of the house there was only one that I could break into. The other one had two snakes in there and I wasn't about to jump down in that window well. By the time I finally managed to get into the house, Dave had just got home and unlocked it. He said "Tasia, you are pregnant you shouldn't be climbing down in window wells". Well I then had to tell him that it was a bathroom emergency and I couldn't wait. Well even though I couldn't figure out how the deadbolt got locked I soon found out that not only could Little Dude reach the lock, but the lock was very easy to lock. So Dresden outsmarted his mom and he is only two. I'm sure that it won't be the first time either. He is quite the smarty pants. We sneeze and he says "Bless you" (that I didn't teach him) and the other night I said "Sleep tight" and now almost everytime we lay him down he says "Sleep tight". Boy do I love my little monkey. He is so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These Pictures are from a year ago, but I don't think anyone has seen them and I had to put some sort of picture in with the story. (Too bad I didn't get one of him locking the door or something.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680246762848621474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aq1NEqLicM/TtRKVegnk6I/AAAAAAAAA-c/_8tndcfjTys/s200/DSC_2594V1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680246773585244370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXH9JDzSQbo/TtRKWGgbcNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/pJl6y5Ge3II/s200/DSC_2503V1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680246764326068674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTQsNI9pRuY/TtRKVkA3ocI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jJsC-RXMUQ4/s200/DSC_2596V1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-8147821345975919020?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8147821345975919020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=8147821345975919020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8147821345975919020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8147821345975919020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-doo-and-dresden-outsmarts-mommy.html' title='New Doo and Dresden outsmarts Mommy'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRHXxbG3I_U/TtRBvRWpK5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/SY5xV-yTLfM/s72-c/Before%2Bhaircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-2124612634144016936</id><published>2011-11-06T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:33:34.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past week was a wonderful one. Monday Dresden and I got to go on a walk with our awesome friends Heidi and Izaak, Stasha, Brogan and Brigsten to the park. Izzy took us on a detour to the duck pond past our house and boy were Heidi and I glad because we got to play with our two boys in this gigantic leaf pile that the maintence crew must have collected. We both hesitated because we didn't want to create more of a mess, but we finally decided it was worth it. I wish we could've had a camera because it was so so much fun. Growing up we didn't have big enough trees to create such a pile and so this was a first for me as well as for Dresden. I definitely think this will have to happen as often as fall comes around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I had to bring Dresden to work with me at the flower shop. I thought it wouldn't be a problem because it wasn't supposed to be that long. It ended up a lot longer than planned but it wasn't a worry for me at all because Heavenly Father blessed me with such an amazing little boy. He was absolutely perfect. He didn't fuss or cling to me for attention, instead he tried helping me rake leaves, we walked on the railroad tracks while he held his balloon and he played in the back of the car where I'd tried to create the best play spot with trucks, trains and books. I am so grateful for Dresden I couldn't have asked for a better little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we invited my dad over for dinner. Since my mom is in Paris he's been all alone and I figured he probably could use a nice home cooked meal.After dinner Scott and I quickly finished Dresden's supposed to be birthday cake that was like Thomas the Train. We all sang to him again and he entertained us with how he dug into his cake no hands included. We all were laughing so hard. We finished the night with Dresden demanding that his "Bop-ba" read him stories. While Scott cleaned up in the kitchen Dresden and I snuggled around my Dad while he read us stories. I loved it so much and I hope my Dad did too. There's no doubt in my mind that Dresden did. We read the book &lt;u&gt;You Are Special&lt;/u&gt; and I really felt God's love for me and my family not just by the simple meaning of the book but by enjoying this quality time with the first man in my life and my little man. I love you dad. Thanks for agreeing to reading. You do have a persistent grandson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-040YS1J7Nyc/Trdzpi4Qa8I/AAAAAAAAA8s/PzyV-mX1kNg/s200/IMG_8208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672129413271022530" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Sorry about the crooked picture, but what do you think of our first train cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jc5r7gQJsk/TrdzpTQmsMI/AAAAAAAAA8g/zdCWg_iMsy4/s200/IMG_8213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672129409078177986" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;After the instructions to eat it, this is what he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-685kK9v1Q/TrdzqLKYdZI/AAAAAAAAA84/K0NlWmVg8Bk/s200/IMG_8218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672129424084465042" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally decided to use his hands. He said it felt funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOtZvVzUsQg/TrdzqmDforI/AAAAAAAAA9E/wSuxBNYbPhM/s200/IMG_8217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672129431303332530" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sharing with is Bop-ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy48CxuEN0E/TrdzrNMaFTI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/kyLkpxjMPEw/s200/IMG_8221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672129441809700146" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The after effects of Dresden and Daddy helping Dresden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hyGeI00sopo/Trd0i9VjdSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/MyuDWVmLjz0/s200/IMG_8224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672130399625770274" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to miss these moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-2124612634144016936?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2124612634144016936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=2124612634144016936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2124612634144016936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2124612634144016936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-little-blessing.html' title='Our little blessing'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-040YS1J7Nyc/Trdzpi4Qa8I/AAAAAAAAA8s/PzyV-mX1kNg/s72-c/IMG_8208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-9049616661732664586</id><published>2011-11-01T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:19:00.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresden's 2, Halloween 2011, and the updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much has happened a year from now, so much so that I must start from today and work back as far as I can remember to update you all. My belly is growing with a little over four months til another joins our family, we have been thoroughly enjoying the beautiful fall we've been blessed with, Halloween was again another success and most importantly my baby boy is now two years old. Boy does time fly. Heavenly father has blessed our family so much this past year and I am so grateful that he has had a hand in our families life. We also got put into a completely different ward this last Sunday and are looking forward to the new people we'll get to meet and the new experiences we'll have. Also, I must add that Izzy is supposed to be on America's Funniest Home Videos sometime soon so we'll keep you posted when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I participated in a dualathon in Nevada with my amazing friend Amanda Barker who has been one of the best running/workout buddies ever. We visited beautiful St. Mary's Idaho just before my wonderful Aunt moved to Montana (Dresden forfeited the 12 hour drive and got to go on an airplane with his Nanny and Bop-ba and he did great). We've enjoyed trips this summer to Lake Powell with my parents and my Omi and Opa the first time, and the generous Rodel Family the second. Havasupai didn't let us down yet again. It was great to have Beth and Bryce come for last friend trip. I had to say goodbye to my dear friend Beth and our sweet nephew Smith and great brother/brother-in-law Bryce as they embark on their adventure to Germany. Dresden got to experience hunting up in the beautiful Uintah's with his Bap-ba and Uncle Tyler. And that pretty much catches us up. I only hope that I'm not leaving any of the big stuff out, but at least my pregnant brain was able to remember all of this. :-) Now all that is left is pictures. Hope all of you wonderful people we call friends and family enjoy viewing them as much as we enjoy having you in our lives. We all love you, and again I'm going to do all I can to stay updated and not let an entire year go by where I can't update all you people we love with our wonderful adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween 2011-All the King's Horses and all the Kings Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksLCBKbCi8I/TrcxeSBYrAI/AAAAAAAAA8U/knn6nBiLZyA/s200/Costumes%2Bwith%2BIzzy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672056651999915010" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I figured I had to do something with the belly too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77006504c63c3333" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77006504c63c3333%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334473314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D207A016AFA32842558EC51412724F0D49B50CC7.8106D5A4F390E43DD2F3E6A74F6E5CD015570BD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77006504c63c3333%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDP-GMoUsZcnAOr8T8PWfE4Yd4ZE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77006504c63c3333%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334473314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D207A016AFA32842558EC51412724F0D49B50CC7.8106D5A4F390E43DD2F3E6A74F6E5CD015570BD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77006504c63c3333%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDP-GMoUsZcnAOr8T8PWfE4Yd4ZE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine hearing this after getting a knock on the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fall and Pumpkins!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3-aKGa9niA/Tq-nNHvpohI/AAAAAAAAA5I/00RoBnFFf5U/s1600/IMG_8154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3-aKGa9niA/Tq-nNHvpohI/AAAAAAAAA5I/00RoBnFFf5U/s200/IMG_8154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669934299741790738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQqfg7Vs1MU/Tq-nM8nzzBI/AAAAAAAAA48/O_lkPa01Pbs/s1600/IMG_8151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQqfg7Vs1MU/Tq-nM8nzzBI/AAAAAAAAA48/O_lkPa01Pbs/s200/IMG_8151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669934296756112402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dresden loved helping me get the pumpkins and I loved my little helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic9jjtCyzic/Tq-palLyx1I/AAAAAAAAA5o/tzSl64LuRS8/s1600/IMG_8158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic9jjtCyzic/Tq-palLyx1I/AAAAAAAAA5o/tzSl64LuRS8/s200/IMG_8158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669936730006013778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall Mums! Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJD6-XwTc_c/Tq-paQmUTGI/AAAAAAAAA5g/L5fQLyL4Bv8/s1600/IMG_8162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJD6-XwTc_c/Tq-paQmUTGI/AAAAAAAAA5g/L5fQLyL4Bv8/s200/IMG_8162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669936724480117858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mom why did you spend forever decorating our porch? I could have done it in seconds. And why am I saying cheese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-td7Uf6BN-5o/Tq-pZwf2D3I/AAAAAAAAA5U/v8CFy9X3jIQ/s1600/IMG_8155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-td7Uf6BN-5o/Tq-pZwf2D3I/AAAAAAAAA5U/v8CFy9X3jIQ/s200/IMG_8155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669936715863035762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Perfect spot to wait for mom to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drf2flF8q5Q/Tq-iDF35fkI/AAAAAAAAA30/dIDNbeWVOPY/s1600/IMG_8183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drf2flF8q5Q/Tq-iDF35fkI/AAAAAAAAA30/dIDNbeWVOPY/s200/IMG_8183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669928629882682946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most interested Dresden got in Pumpkin Carving before going back to watching "Thomas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MydMzfIJIyY/Tq-iC7YYXSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/SEljM-jw8es/s1600/IMG_8182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MydMzfIJIyY/Tq-iC7YYXSI/AAAAAAAAA3o/SEljM-jw8es/s200/IMG_8182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669928627066133794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Mommy and Dresden painted their pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dresden's Second Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhKL0IbPCCs/Tq-jaJHXLAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rruzAjWLG7E/s1600/IMG_8189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhKL0IbPCCs/Tq-jaJHXLAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rruzAjWLG7E/s200/IMG_8189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669930125401467906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy was sick the night before Dresden's birthday and had to cancel his party. Fortunately  Daddy took good care of him and let him pick out a temporary doughnut cake so that we could sing to him on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5rBhWgE6XY/Tq-jZ-CJViI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8Te1DGfS72E/s1600/IMG_8186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5rBhWgE6XY/Tq-jZ-CJViI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8Te1DGfS72E/s200/IMG_8186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669930122426799650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got a Thomas the Train set from mommy and daddy and was super excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hunting with Bob-Ba&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhKiJgLbTA8/TrCxhiPuq6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/TyJe-z_25m0/s1600/hunting%2Bwith%2Bbopba%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhKiJgLbTA8/TrCxhiPuq6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/TyJe-z_25m0/s200/hunting%2Bwith%2Bbopba%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670227120546032546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHhfNV4PwO4/TrCxhWckQNI/AAAAAAAAA78/HJUskYKWq7s/s1600/hunting%2Bwith%2Bbopba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHhfNV4PwO4/TrCxhWckQNI/AAAAAAAAA78/HJUskYKWq7s/s200/hunting%2Bwith%2Bbopba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670227117378650322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; "&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I love how much Dresden loves his Bop-Ba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lake Powell with the Rodels&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AY8_PnnoOMs/Tq-nMBevHKI/AAAAAAAAA40/uWNB6dHYSjI/s1600/IMG_8146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AY8_PnnoOMs/Tq-nMBevHKI/AAAAAAAAA40/uWNB6dHYSjI/s200/IMG_8146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669934280880364706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Thanks Rick and Anna for letting Dresden come. He had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmV7QseBsnI/Tq-nL5AgBfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZcJLnnwQwVI/s1600/IMG_8147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmV7QseBsnI/Tq-nL5AgBfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZcJLnnwQwVI/s200/IMG_8147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669934278606063090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had all sorts of fun toys to play with on the house boat. Dresden loved having me pull him in this little wagon over the unsteady rocks despite my trying to get him to build sand castles with me. He did really enjoy when we buried his feet for the first time in the sand. That was the most interested he got with the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhKL0IbPCCs/Tq-jaJHXLAI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rruzAjWLG7E/s1600/IMG_8189.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;St. Maries Trip in June (congratulations Hailey on your Graduation)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9ZYYXoEZyk/Tq-fAlq8UmI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JSDHA9EjNXY/s1600/IMG_7932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9ZYYXoEZyk/Tq-fAlq8UmI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JSDHA9EjNXY/s200/IMG_7932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669925288343786082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I love my Mom and Little Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FX9o7HOt1Q/Tq-fAVZr6hI/AAAAAAAAA20/4YduqzABKEU/s1600/IMG_7928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FX9o7HOt1Q/Tq-fAVZr6hI/AAAAAAAAA20/4YduqzABKEU/s200/IMG_7928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669925283976440338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Dresden giving his daddy loves after not seeing him for over 24 hours&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFfBgSsC8nc/Tq-fAIwXg2I/AAAAAAAAA2s/N89T7n5x1zE/s1600/IMG_7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFfBgSsC8nc/Tq-fAIwXg2I/AAAAAAAAA2s/N89T7n5x1zE/s200/IMG_7925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669925280581911394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Taylor's lovely trip to Cor d'laine (I could move there if it weren't so cold in the winter, it was gorgeous)&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOTUjUY2tpE/Tq-gxhWnlmI/AAAAAAAAA3c/I1LKnsvFMXM/s200/IMG_7917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669927228510017122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A house I considered one of my dream homes we found in Cour d'laine. It was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Random Stuff throughout the year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAod6B3vI8E/Tq-ttj44drI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4RsHjFMWsQ4/s1600/IMG_8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bAod6B3vI8E/Tq-ttj44drI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4RsHjFMWsQ4/s200/IMG_8082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669941454122284722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer fun in our back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vdaPkfzDcA/Tq-ts_lbM4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/PLi47w-VQrs/s1600/IMG_8078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vdaPkfzDcA/Tq-ts_lbM4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/PLi47w-VQrs/s200/IMG_8078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669941444376998786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My good friend Kass's wedding flowers(finally Jenni :-)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4fJjZaTGF0/Tq-uh-iFadI/AAAAAAAAA60/Z1t8VAOTcck/s1600/IMG_8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4fJjZaTGF0/Tq-uh-iFadI/AAAAAAAAA60/Z1t8VAOTcck/s200/IMG_8107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669942354627619282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;bouquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc0v7hJwmo8/Tq-uhpI5sUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/osJOmmX0Sfo/s1600/IMG_8105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc0v7hJwmo8/Tq-uhpI5sUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/osJOmmX0Sfo/s200/IMG_8105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669942348884848962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Unique and awesome centerpieces by our little flower shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slmpIizwzaE/Tq-tt2XyR0I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nu4TdFOGjBs/s1600/IMG_8097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slmpIizwzaE/Tq-tt2XyR0I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nu4TdFOGjBs/s200/IMG_8097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669941459083740994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Park City with the Cousins (man I love those kids...wish you lived closer than California)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS-Kwe0O5ho/Tq-vIWLKnyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/1LoAe5tg0v8/s1600/IMG_8127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS-Kwe0O5ho/Tq-vIWLKnyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/1LoAe5tg0v8/s200/IMG_8127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669943013808971554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYI3-YfrCP0/Tq-vHjbMHaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ASlVSM31H68/s1600/IMG_7939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYI3-YfrCP0/Tq-vHjbMHaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/ASlVSM31H68/s200/IMG_7939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669943000185970082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dresden playing with my little cousin James who is 4 months younger my little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKd0B5y7K24/Tq-vHXYABHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jZ97Pdig3A0/s1600/IMG_7936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKd0B5y7K24/Tq-vHXYABHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jZ97Pdig3A0/s200/IMG_7936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669942996951368818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Silly Face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Playing at our little park before the Fall finally ends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMvPTd07txU/Tq-ui50bp2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/Pr8F1EOSAPc/s1600/IMG_8175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMvPTd07txU/Tq-ui50bp2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/Pr8F1EOSAPc/s200/IMG_8175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669942370542266210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXJz5Dva2so/Tq-uiWSD-EI/AAAAAAAAA7A/rYIYUh7Q4Wo/s1600/IMG_8179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXJz5Dva2so/Tq-uiWSD-EI/AAAAAAAAA7A/rYIYUh7Q4Wo/s200/IMG_8179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669942361002866754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new Cruisers Scott got us! We took them on a date to Cafe Rio, Movies 8 and (one of my favorite frozen yogurt shops) Spoon it up. This new amazing machine rides so much smoother than my race bike. I'm so grateful for it, especially now being pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of Dresden's favorite things lately are chasing Izzy around the house, "hiding", Thomas the Train, McQueen and Mater, trucks, trucks and more trucks and drop kicking the ball around the house(hopefully I can get a viedo of him doing this before too long).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-9049616661732664586?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9049616661732664586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=9049616661732664586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/9049616661732664586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/9049616661732664586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2011/11/hu.html' title='Dresden&apos;s 2, Halloween 2011, and the updates'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksLCBKbCi8I/TrcxeSBYrAI/AAAAAAAAA8U/knn6nBiLZyA/s72-c/Costumes%2Bwith%2BIzzy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-1555166358331980893</id><published>2010-11-07T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:10:40.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresden's One! Halloween's Fun! What a Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeCEgFXSoI/AAAAAAAAA1M/mhThvY2nUdE/s1600/DSC_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WARNING: This is probably the most pictures I've ever put on our blog, but for those of you who love pictures, I know you'll appreciate it. (Plus, this was a very exciting month). For those who like words there are those as well. But I think the pictures take the cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeAaJjl1EI/AAAAAAAAA0k/L97jx4wu0fw/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd8ExYUQtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/y0Z5EaWbnYY/s1600/DSC_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd8ExYUQtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/y0Z5EaWbnYY/s200/DSC_0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537030688291963602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd6xikB_II/AAAAAAAAAzc/rzEQa9sBy3s/s1600/IMG_7558.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd6xZIEsKI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MVXOAVVuMXM/s1600/DSC_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd6xZIEsKI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MVXOAVVuMXM/s200/DSC_0865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537029255852241058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until a year ago, fall was my second least favorite season. That one year ago was the day that I delivered my beautiful little baby boy. I think actually started when I was pregnant with him during those fall months that I realized how much I love the fall. I love the leaves all over the ground, the cool breeze, the nice weather (quite unusual around Halloween, let alone November), the smells (pumpkin spice and anything spice) and most of all the recollection of the day that I new I would be holding my baby in my arms very soon. I remember the day I went into labor and the way it looked and felt outside. My sweet husband were anxious to meet our little guy and we went on a walk on the Provo river trail. I remember those yellow leaves that were crunching under my feet and the cool breeze (all things I listed as what I like about fall now) and my arm in my husbands as excited as ever. Now Dresden has been in my life for a year now and I love him even more than the first day I held him. Tonight I held him in the rocking chair and couldn't believe how it wasn't long ago that he was just a tiny little baby. I LOVE BEING A MOTHER! I love everything about it, but most of all I love the way it changes me and helps me to realize what really matters in life. And it's not school, it's not that new bike I'd love or the lifetime supply of Barnes n' Noble gift cards to buy books on all the topics that fascinate me and it's not the delicious sweets I've eaten tonight (thanks Tamera and Stasha). It's about the moments in life where you pause and realize how lucky you are to have those wonderful people in your lives. I have so many wonderful people in my life how teach me about life, how to love and the importance of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeCDq_1pfI/AAAAAAAAA0s/7BDfTpgMeD8/s200/DSC_0874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537037266468578802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Initially I had to help Dresden delve into his cupcake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeCDuohvfI/AAAAAAAAA00/zvSe0msi8gE/s200/DSC_0887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537037267444547058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...he then realized how delicious it was, and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeCDxSxzLI/AAAAAAAAA08/pT_CpJzkgVw/s200/DSC_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537037268158631090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...he devoured the whole thing, and I mean the whole thing. He tried to eat the wrapper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My most recent experience I had that will stand out to me forever was the trip I took down to St. George for the Snow Canyon Half-marathon with my lovely sister-in-laws (Beth and Kristen), my friend (Megan Smailes) and my (what I now call) Mentor (Mama Smailes) who taught me more about life and answered more of my important questions in two 4 hour car rides than I think I have ever had. She shared a lot about parenting, Adam and Eve, the Temple, the Gospel and religion, the marriage relationship, family, the problem with women, and the problem with public schools. I HAVE BEEN ENLIGHTENED! And I don't even know if Mama Smailes even knows how big of an impact she has had on my life but I want to publicly thank her for opening my eyes to a lot of things. I feel like I can live better, love better and laugh better. My dear friend Stasha (the one in the picture below where we're holding our Halloween crafts) mentioned the importance of "the little things" and in a way they are little, but they make a big difference. I thought I wanted to be a psychologist, but after having someone dear to me make a difference in my life (and I'm only one person) I think that that would be good enough for me. So once I'm done with my degree I'm not going to worry about type of psychologist I want to be all I'm going to focus on is raising my son and being the best wife, friend, daughter, etc. that I can be. I'm going to read a lot and most importantly ASK A LOT OF QUESTIONS! Life is about discovering this world and the things and people that are in it. But we must focus on the fundamentals: love and laughter. "Life is too short to be anything but happy!" I now want to turn finding positive things in everything into a game. I want to laugh more and love more and I'm glad I have two boys in my life who I get to learn how to improve on those things. They are my stars in my sky. I'm so grateful to be living and especially with such wonderful people. I AM SURROUNDED BY WONDERFUL PEOPLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeCEHnJAKI/AAAAAAAAA1E/v7NwxgENyt4/s200/DSC_0910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537037274149617826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is my sweet mother who had she not been there I couldn't have made the party happen! Love you mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeCEgFXSoI/AAAAAAAAA1M/mhThvY2nUdE/s200/DSC_0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537037280718834306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And my sweet mother-in-law was a ginormous help as well. Especially when her and my wonderful friend/sister Beth surprised me and had my kitchen all clean when the party was done. And Beth also came to the rescue with Dresden's cake (it hadn't been decorated and the party had already started).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got about three or so weeks till I'm done with my degree...I can't wait for the next adventures that will be coming my way once I'm not worrying about papers, required reading (even though I love the things I'm reading) and the 2 hour commutes. Till then I'm enjoying every minute I'm dedicating to learning. Dresden and Scott are so wonderful to come home to and to have in my life. I AM THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD...ACTUALLY, IN THE UNIVERSE! Look below at all the wonderful times we've had and the wonderful people we love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd6xikB_II/AAAAAAAAAzc/rzEQa9sBy3s/s200/IMG_7558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537029258385423490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For Halloween Scott was Popeye, Dresden a can of Spinach and I, Olive Oyl. It was so much fun even though I stayed up till 4 am finishing our costumes and preparing for Dresden's Party the next day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd8D9CHbrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/AXxSIY4Vu2I/s200/IMG_7560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537030674240204466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was surprised how well he was able to crawl in his costume. Isn't this picture cute of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd6yI71EyI/AAAAAAAAAzk/OxA1nTu2LTw/s200/IMG_7571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537029268685787938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Since Halloween was on Sunday and we couldn't wear our costumes I wanted at least me and Scott to be festive in our Sunday getup. I thought orange and black seemed very fitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd8DPRZiLI/AAAAAAAAAz8/KoEJpzTOMyc/s200/IMG_7567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537030661956274354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love my Popeye! I had a blast creating our costume. Scott even helped a little. I love how he is so willing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd8DZEe7qI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zDaA7jUi0dc/s200/IMG_7570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537030664586456738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We went to a Chinese restuarant with all of our wonderful friends after the ward party. Check out Mr. and Mrs. Halloween (Klint and Mary-She's got quite the doo). And did you see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alligator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; hunters with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alligator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Beth, Bryce and Smith). We have the best friends. They always make us laugh! We love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19.2px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19.2px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNeAaJjl1EI/AAAAAAAAA0k/L97jx4wu0fw/s200/DSC_0676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537035453605467202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I and darling friend Stasha made these cute Halloween lanterns (all Stasha's idea). I love getting together with her. She is such a good example to me and she is certainly one of the reasons I've loved moving to Provo. She is one of the sweetest, kindest, and thoughtful persons I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd6yuI2A5I/AAAAAAAAAz0/F7RUNxVTiNI/s200/IMG_7598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537029278672487314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dresden loves his uncle Jon. Even though he doesn't know it he won't get to see him for two years the first of December. Jon's deciding to go and serve the Lord on a Mission to Baton Rouge, Louisiana  . We are so proud of Jon! I especially love being there for when he went through the temple. I'd never seen a soon-to-be missionary go through! I love my cute little brother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd6yRNx6XI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SxiZJ6EkgbY/s200/IMG_7601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537029270908561778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dresden's watching Jon fix his bird trap. I can't wait for when Jon gets back so Dresden can learn how to be a falconer like his Uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-1555166358331980893?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1555166358331980893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=1555166358331980893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1555166358331980893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1555166358331980893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2010/11/dresdens-one.html' title='Dresden&apos;s One! Halloween&apos;s Fun! What a Run!'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/TNd8ExYUQtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/y0Z5EaWbnYY/s72-c/DSC_0883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-2943403153530922338</id><published>2010-10-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:32:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my hunter!</title><content type='html'>Scott left Friday to go hunting and I realized how much I enjoy having him around and being his wife. What I miss most is having him to snuggle up next to when we go to bed. The past couple nights I've either slept on the couch because I don't want to sleep in bed alone or I look over and think, I miss you Husband. I think even Dresden has realized he's missing from the picture. He constantly is saying Da, Da about everything he sees. Besides the fact that I've felt like I've somewhat quarantined myself to my house because little Dresden has been throwing up on and off, we've had a great time spending time together. It's amazing how even something that I have feared for years (throw-up) has suddenly not become such an issue when you have children. I am grateful I have Dresden to teach me a few things about life. He truly is my shining star and I don't know what I'd do without him. I just hope that he is all better. If not then it means that I have more to learn with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a lovely Sunday. I woke up and we took a short walk where we looked at the trees, the birds and the dump truck (Dresden especially liked this). Then I put Dresden down for a nap and then got ready for church, read scriptures, and planned out my week. I've got to make my fall break be something productive and fun and that is going to take some effort on my part. After that I got Dresden up and fed him and got him dressed and we walked to church. It was a beautiful day. After church we went and hung out at Grandma's house. I liked driving up the canyon with my mom. I've really enjoyed our conversations lately. I think we've learned a lot about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm excited to spend time with my baby boy for a few days where I don't have to go anywhere or do much of anything. I wish Scott was here because then it would make it all the better, but I'm glad he's up doing something he enjoys. I hope to possibly get some pictures and give a summary our first summer as a family. Til then, thanks for reading. Happy trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-2943403153530922338?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2943403153530922338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=2943403153530922338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2943403153530922338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2943403153530922338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-my-hunter.html' title='I miss my hunter!'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-6321278504233397121</id><published>2010-05-13T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:51:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in May...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u4a5fZ22I/AAAAAAAAAx4/sY_anijYlBs/s1600/IMG_1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3jFuPosI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Ol9DW6fxl08/s1600/IMG_7184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3jFuPosI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Ol9DW6fxl08/s200/IMG_7184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470667985831043778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3igL7BeI/AAAAAAAAAxo/4TCQKfA2KrM/s1600/IMG_7180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3igL7BeI/AAAAAAAAAxo/4TCQKfA2KrM/s200/IMG_7180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470667975754974690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3iI_ZZmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/vY-1cSheqfY/s1600/IMG_7221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3iI_ZZmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/vY-1cSheqfY/s200/IMG_7221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470667969528424034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, Dresden is officially half way to a year old. I can't believe it! We went to the doctor and he's about 67th percentile for his head, 10th for his weight to heighth ratio, and about 15th for his weight. (I knew he was ready for solids...I guess it's that motherly instinct everyone talks about...I don't know). I was so excited to get him on solids, but it had to wait. I had finals for Spring Semester (which didn't go too bad) and Mother's Day (that went really well) at the flower shop. Even so though so many wonderful things were going on in my life I just couldn't shake the excitment I had for starting Dresden on solids. Finally, on Mother's Day Dresden got to devour delicious homemade carrots made by his lovely aunt Beth (and I say that because that was what he was doing with practically every bite).  Below is some of the footage of this momentous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other wonderful adventures we've got to enjoy this past two months is planting a garden, perfecting my bread making skills, a celebration of my wonderful birthday (thanks to my hubby, Beth and my mom, dad and brother...not to mention all those wonderful people who remembered me that day) and the best of all has been watching my little boy grow like a weed. I seriously did not know how hard online classes would be for me especially when you have a little boy as cute as Dresden wanting to soak up all and every bit of spare time you have. I just hope he knows how much I adore being his mother. He makes me so happy (even when he screams the entire time I'm out delivering flowers for our flowershop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3hb_FExI/AAAAAAAAAxY/aqL0WKNbhxk/s200/IMG_7240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470667957447496466" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u4a5fZ22I/AAAAAAAAAx4/sY_anijYlBs/s200/IMG_1718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470668944620247906" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the way (little side note)...can I just say how grateful I am for the sweet gal we hired to manage our shop. Since we've done that I have been able to fall in love with owning "our own little flower shop" all over again. It's taken me a while to admit to this, but I am just not manager type. Thank heaven for those who can do well at that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my precious little boy...I don't know what to say other than I am truly blessed. I couldn't have asked for a better son. He lights up my world. These past few weeks I've had this feeling that perhaps I shouldn't continue on with my schooling. I don't want to miss those little "baby" moments that I've thought was not so big of a deal before. I thought I'd better get my schooling done while Dresden can't walk and talk. But I'm realizing that even that isn't as easy as I made it sound. However, I have only 4 classes left until I can graduate. The more I think about it and pray, it seems to be the wiser choice to stick with it. Boy am I in a dilemma hopefully I Heavenly Father can help me out with this decision. Dresden and Scott are the most important priority to me and I will do anything I have to make sure they are well taken care of. We shall see what the best thing is. Until then...it's been nice catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-6321278504233397121?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6321278504233397121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=6321278504233397121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6321278504233397121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6321278504233397121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-in-may.html' title='Back in May...'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S-u3jFuPosI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Ol9DW6fxl08/s72-c/IMG_7184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-8488239325944305456</id><published>2010-03-23T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:47:04.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green, Green and More Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6ktkhYOfZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6U5KplCOmLE/s1600-h/IMG_7164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6ktkhYOfZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6U5KplCOmLE/s200/IMG_7164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451938929367219602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy has it been awhile... Two months since my last blog...? I need to get bloggin', so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;I have officially decided that St. Patrick's Day is my Second Favorite Holiday (next in line from Christmas). And why, do you ask? For those of you that know me, my favorite color is green. Why was it this year that I realized that that is one of the main parts about St. Patrick's Day? I don't know, but dressing in all green and making Leprechaun hats for my son and Eden (my good friend from Eagle Mountain, Rachel's daughter) made my month. Weird I know, but it's true! A day granted to wearing green what could be better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kt12ux-VI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Bhpb0wnmwvE/s1600-h/IMG_7168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kt12ux-VI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Bhpb0wnmwvE/s200/IMG_7168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451939227156740434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel came over for a visit that day and we made smoothies and she made her Whole Wheat Oat Bran pancakes with Berry topping. Yumm..... Maybe this contributed to my glorious day with the fact that we made Smoothies (my most favorite treat!) Her and I laughed about how excited we were about our craft of making Leprechaun hats. We for sure enjoyed it more than our two little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kz_iNWiSI/AAAAAAAAAws/nm7EipeMV08/s1600-h/IMG_7169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kz_iNWiSI/AAAAAAAAAws/nm7EipeMV08/s200/IMG_7169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451945990516279586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have to say how lucky I am to have the husband I do. The other morning I woke up to my sweetheart cleaning up the mess Dresden made of himself. I neglected to realize that he had on a diaper whose size was a bit too small. Let's just say most of what shouldn't ended up in his diaper didn't and my amazing husband was in taking care of it while I was snoozing. It's time like these that I am so greatful for how much my husband loves children. I love seeing how excited he gets when I ask him to wake up Dresden. He's more excited than then when he finds out he has to sub for a soccer game (crazy I know). It's these little moments in life that I must never take for granted. My sweet mother-in-law gave me a cute little sign that says "Life's too Short to be Anything but Happy". I totally agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kz-hAvRQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/_S8M-oxLUjM/s1600-h/IMG_7116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kz-hAvRQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/_S8M-oxLUjM/s200/IMG_7116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451945973015069954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kz_E2nKHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/BimZkFoiPdo/s1600-h/IMG_7138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6kz_E2nKHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/BimZkFoiPdo/s200/IMG_7138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451945982636271730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of happy, I am just thrilled that Dresden has started rolling over. He hated being on his tummy so bad that I worried that he wouldn't learn to roll over. Well he has and I'm sure he's glad he did because now whenever I put him on his tummy he immediately rolls onto his back. We're still working on going from his back to his tummy, but I'll just have to be patient with that until he decides that tummy time isn't all so bad.This week I have spring break from school and as much as I love school, boy could I use a break. Plus, I'm so excited to: spend more quality time with my son,Blog (hence, this blog), hopefully find a new car, prepare for my garden I'm so excited for, spring clean my house,sign up for my marathon and prepare our sharing time for this Sunday (Scott and I were called to do this once a month and boy is Scott so thrilled to be back with the little kids...he he). Anyway, I'd better get going on my Spring Break tasks! Til next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14e6188f1d2004a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14e6188f1d2004a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334473314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D204DD0E963C2FD6EF3DB9C7B04EB07D9861B84E4.3FAEADD88076DD2C40C4DB4F8E74C810F9FCF449%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14e6188f1d2004a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG9CoYY46Ipvlq1Lu9orGwZHv8Fg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14e6188f1d2004a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334473314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D204DD0E963C2FD6EF3DB9C7B04EB07D9861B84E4.3FAEADD88076DD2C40C4DB4F8E74C810F9FCF449%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14e6188f1d2004a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG9CoYY46Ipvlq1Lu9orGwZHv8Fg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-8488239325944305456?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8488239325944305456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=8488239325944305456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8488239325944305456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8488239325944305456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-green-and-more-green.html' title='Green, Green and More Green'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S6ktkhYOfZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6U5KplCOmLE/s72-c/IMG_7164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-4957177903228518858</id><published>2010-01-04T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:00:24.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresden's Baby Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcSBzwGbI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8yn-ZrSB_j8/s1600-h/IMG_7069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcSBzwGbI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8yn-ZrSB_j8/s200/IMG_7069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423068734844574130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcTmd2KuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7DWHwNw7XOk/s1600-h/IMG_7079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcTmd2KuI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7DWHwNw7XOk/s200/IMG_7079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423068761864678114" 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/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcSux5XZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tyHwdD7pWxk/s1600-h/IMG_7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcSux5XZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tyHwdD7pWxk/s200/IMG_7072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423068746916388242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcUMz0epI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6i9ZdhNXXWA/s1600-h/IMG_7097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcUMz0epI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6i9ZdhNXXWA/s200/IMG_7097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423068772157389458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday we had one of the most exciting days you can have as a parent. I got to enjoy watching my husband use the wonderful Priesthood of our church and bless our baby boy! He did such a wonderful job! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KdAgJgrII/AAAAAAAAAwA/jCZcqwvSYxM/s1600-h/IMG_7099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KdAgJgrII/AAAAAAAAAwA/jCZcqwvSYxM/s200/IMG_7099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423069533262883970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt so close to my Heavenly Father, my husband and son and my family through &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcTHwP6cI/AAAAAAAAAvo/o9vz-1JVS28/s1600-h/IMG_7078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcTHwP6cI/AAAAAAAAAvo/o9vz-1JVS28/s200/IMG_7078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423068753620363714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the words that Scott said. I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, it has brought so much joy to my life. I was also blessed to share my testimony and to hear other wonderful testimonies including my Scott's.  Afterwards we had the pleasure of eating a wonderful meal provided by our family and enjoying each others company at my parents beautiful home! I just didn't want the day to end- everything was more than I could ask for! Thank you family and friends for being with us on our special day! (Oh, and one more thing I must mention, Dresden got to wear his Uncle Trevor's Blessing Tux. Doesn't he look handsome?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-4957177903228518858?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4957177903228518858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=4957177903228518858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/4957177903228518858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/4957177903228518858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/dresdens-baby-blessing.html' title='Dresden&apos;s Baby Blessing'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KcSBzwGbI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8yn-ZrSB_j8/s72-c/IMG_7069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-3076674882955282950</id><published>2010-01-01T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:26:55.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sz56_5m5TeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5ssdeGAX-RI/s1600-h/IMG_7053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sz56_5m5TeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5ssdeGAX-RI/s200/IMG_7053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421906239614963170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, oh boy Christmas was the best yet! Not only did I receive the best gift a mother could receive a 2 months ago, but my dad built me beautiful shelf/coat rack and my sweetheart got me two of my favorite books "How to hug a porcupine" and "The Road Less Traveled"(I can't wait to start delving into them)! Plus, we got to have 4 Christmas's with all of the wonderful family we have so close by.  I love Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KYNE3L2yI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wymnSTisqMg/s1600-h/IMG_7107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/S0KYNE3L2yI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/wymnSTisqMg/s200/IMG_7107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423064251718425378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sz57RXmlnOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1I-F1r5udRY/s1600-h/IMG_7055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sz57RXmlnOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1I-F1r5udRY/s200/IMG_7055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421906539724512482" 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/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sz57RlHTBLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/29gzBGGjL04/s1600-h/IMG_7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sz57RlHTBLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/29gzBGGjL04/s200/IMG_7060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421906543351366834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lovely New Years with Bryce, Beth, Smith and their friend/ home teacher Enoch. We had homemade pizzas and played 21. I never thought that I would really enjoy Poker, but with the dealer we had (Beth) we all had a blast! Oh, and we had to snap a picture of the cousins because they just happened to be matching in their little orange outfits. The one Dresden is wearing was handpicked by his Grandpa Ger (Thanks Dad!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c7bb1cea4e84be8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c7bb1cea4e84be8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334473314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D6E9D38E8C02942E5A3BBB5F6A03496B27C1EA8.2DABFD22F1BDD3898CBF1C77C1C38E86249B039B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c7bb1cea4e84be8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2owLUkzyFwJveqM_lSi2v6hKUOM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c7bb1cea4e84be8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334473314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D6E9D38E8C02942E5A3BBB5F6A03496B27C1EA8.2DABFD22F1BDD3898CBF1C77C1C38E86249B039B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c7bb1cea4e84be8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2owLUkzyFwJveqM_lSi2v6hKUOM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-3076674882955282950?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3076674882955282950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=3076674882955282950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/3076674882955282950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/3076674882955282950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sz56_5m5TeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5ssdeGAX-RI/s72-c/IMG_7053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-8773932784557640672</id><published>2009-12-14T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:59:49.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating, Facebook &amp; Lost Izzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYL6ssRulI/AAAAAAAAAuw/b7bsGQffGZw/s1600-h/IMG_7027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYL6ssRulI/AAAAAAAAAuw/b7bsGQffGZw/s200/IMG_7027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415028705016789586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYL6IMOPMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/LfK_PTndzLw/s1600-h/IMG_7026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYL6IMOPMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/LfK_PTndzLw/s200/IMG_7026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415028695218666690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dresden loved decorating for Chistmas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYJILxxYHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/mad44u2JCpE/s1600-h/IMG_7034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYJILxxYHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/mad44u2JCpE/s200/IMG_7034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415025638164750450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not much occured this week other than we decorated for Christmas, I joined FACEBOOK and today...that darn Izzy ran off chasing who knows what, and ended up staring up a tree about a block away trying to coax a cat down so that she could annoy it (not even the nice neighbor that found her could lure her away with a piece of bologne)! I had been driving around looking for her when I had given up and was trying one last place  I came accross this man who looked nice but I didn't know. He had a baby in his hands and that baby had Dresden's blanket. He walked up to me and said I believe this baby is yours...? I looked and sure enough it was Dresden. Fortunately it wasn't too cold outside (38 degrees)...even though I'm still paranoid that him being outside for the 5 minutes he was will get him sick and finding him in a strangers arms was a little concerning as well. Our neighbor had called Scott and since I wasn't there and didn't have my phone with me (as usual) if we wanted Izzy back, going and getting her right then was Scott's only option. I just wish I had brought my phone(someday I'll learn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun getting our tree!It didn't take long for me to find the perfect one! We only needed a small one for our small little family and this one was full and magnificent. I wanted  the $10 Grinch tree's off Geneva road,  but trading the man accross the street for flowers was a much better idea! Now our Just Because can dazzle a table for the Holidays! I personally love the huge bow that I put on the top! It's my fill in for the star that I don't yet have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYL51QqL6I/AAAAAAAAAug/pJbRPnj4gKw/s1600-h/IMG_7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYL51QqL6I/AAAAAAAAAug/pJbRPnj4gKw/s200/IMG_7017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415028690137001890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Above is what Dresden likes to do while I FACEBOOK.)I didn't think that I'd get sucked into the facebook wave, but sad to say all it took was signing up and as Scott says, I'm already a facbook addict. Although my addiction probably won't last as long as he thinks it has been a ton of fun reconnecting with old friends and finding fun way to stay connected with close friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-8773932784557640672?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8773932784557640672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=8773932784557640672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8773932784557640672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8773932784557640672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/12/decorating-facebook-lost-izzy.html' title='Decorating, Facebook &amp; Lost Izzy'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SyYL6ssRulI/AAAAAAAAAuw/b7bsGQffGZw/s72-c/IMG_7027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-5419730673485197782</id><published>2009-12-06T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:54:29.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Cuz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyiOMk9wFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y2ASKK3xsEY/s1600-h/i+luv+smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyiOMk9wFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y2ASKK3xsEY/s400/i+luv+smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412379216970629202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxycwluJSdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_7ewY_HChU4/s1600-h/ain%27t+i+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxycwluJSdI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_7ewY_HChU4/s400/ain%27t+i+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412373210765806034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to note about how much I have loved living in Provo. On Saturday we drove out to Eagle Mountain to buy a Christmas tree for our flower shop and it just so happened to be from a lady that lived in our old complex. I told Scott that there were things that I missed about Eagle Mountain like but mostly I think it's just because it was OUR first house together and how so many memories came from our short but sweet little drive that night. We both agreed that we love how the town home feels more like a house with it's tiny backyard and the fact that we have a front AND a back door and that it's not all on one level. But I think the part that I've loved about living in PROVO the most is the fact that I'm so much closer (or so it seems) to my family. Plus, Dresden has loved seeing his GRANDMA and GRANDPAS more frequently. But the fact that I live a mere 7 minutes from my sister-in-law Beth has been something that I have just loved! I think it's because the both of us are stay-at-home moms with babies not TOO far apart in age and we both share a lot of common interests (cooking, running, interior decorating and recently sewing). Let's just say that I've loved having a close friend so nearby. I thought that the transition to motherhood would be hard having worked and gone to school staying really busy...but, with the help of Beth I am settling in quite nicely to my new role as a  mother. THANKS BETHY! Also, I know that Dresden has loved seeing his cute little cousin Smith too so THANKS SMITHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyGI4mAjmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_pI7qmukHjo/s1600-h/me+and+my+cuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyGI4mAjmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_pI7qmukHjo/s400/me+and+my+cuz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348339381374562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS FOR THE PAST WEEK... I got to go to my beautiful friend Kara's bridal shower where I got to see a lot of old friends that I have struggled to keep in touch with and it was so fun to see how they are all doing well. I can't tell you how happy I am that Kara has found someone that she loves and is going to take care of her. She has been a wonderful friend. Besides that all I can say is I love being a mom! I have been so blessed to have such a wonderful little boy who brings me so much joy. This week he's started to smile more and be awake a lot more adIt truly is amazing how you can just fall in love with something so instantly! Plus, the fact that I have Scott-what more could I ask for? He does such a good job in taking care of our little family. Oh and one more thing... unfortunately I wasn't able to start on sewing my pillows this week, but we'll have to see what next week holds! Until then... toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxycvxjirfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ngOsHBRj74Q/s1600-h/IMG_6991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxycvxjirfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ngOsHBRj74Q/s400/IMG_6991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412373196762689010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyGJ-aJEkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/qLNu5Q_sFLw/s1600-h/me+and+mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyGJ-aJEkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/qLNu5Q_sFLw/s400/me+and+mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412348358122082882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos from a little while ago that I wanted to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjqjY9XJI/AAAAAAAAAt8/e3FMgxk_mkM/s1600-h/we+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjqjY9XJI/AAAAAAAAAt8/e3FMgxk_mkM/s200/we+three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380803642252434" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjqjY9XJI/AAAAAAAAAt8/e3FMgxk_mkM/s1600-h/we+three.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjqPhh3tI/AAAAAAAAAt0/9FHyNUHY-eo/s1600-h/hlawatschek+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjqPhh3tI/AAAAAAAAAt0/9FHyNUHY-eo/s200/hlawatschek+fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380798309490386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjpnWBJ3I/AAAAAAAAAts/9e9R13eZ9-Q/s1600-h/i%27m+a+pea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjpnWBJ3I/AAAAAAAAAts/9e9R13eZ9-Q/s200/i%27m+a+pea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380787523790706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjpITfe5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/sAAz952pKrU/s1600-h/first+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyjpITfe5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/sAAz952pKrU/s200/first+halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380779191696274" 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/3720242696154200877-5419730673485197782?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5419730673485197782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=5419730673485197782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/5419730673485197782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/5419730673485197782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-my-cuz.html' title='Me and My Cuz'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxyiOMk9wFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y2ASKK3xsEY/s72-c/i+luv+smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-6642129789871893283</id><published>2009-11-29T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:59:17.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could LIFE be any more WONDERFUL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxMj3SLjnAI/AAAAAAAAArs/bdSbx41BuyY/s1600/IMG_6978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxMj3SLjnAI/AAAAAAAAArs/bdSbx41BuyY/s400/IMG_6978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Dresden laughs at how silly his Daddy is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;While I excitedly update my blog, I pause and take a moment to realize what a sweet little family I have been given. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;husband is resting on our tiny little love seat with my beautiful son who's peacefully sleeping on his chest. Oh, and I can't forget my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Izzy who's got her head resting on the laptop probably wondering why I'm inside and not out watching her chase birds. To answer the question above...LIFE could not be ANY more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Since Thanksgiving was just this past week I'd like to mention a few reasons why I am so thankful for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: courier new;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been blessed with a hard working, handsome husband who I love with all my heart and who I know will always do his best to take care of our little family and make sure that I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been given my a beautiful, healthy little boy who I fell in love with instantly and continue to fall in love with each and everyday I get to serve him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have an amazing family who love me and who have taught me a lot about what it means to love unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I married into another phenomenal family who instantly took me in as one of their own and loved me with all their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a goofy dog that has escaped death four times and will continue to keep me at least busy if not young .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I live in a country where I have freedom and rights to spread my wings and fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm healthy and have the capability to do almost anything my heart desires (ie.  gazing at gorgeous sunsets, going for long runs, smelling fragrent flowers, and tasteing delicious food!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lastly, but most importantly, I have a father in heaven who knows me, watches out for me and  loves me unconditionally (so much so that he has given me all of the above and more).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;These are just a few of the many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful &lt;/span&gt;blessings I have been given in my life. I love Thanksgiving because it gives an opportunity to ponder on all the wonderful things we have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed &lt;/span&gt;with- at least that is what I like to think about even if it is more about when the Pilgrims came to America. Well we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoyed &lt;/span&gt;not one, but two Thanksgivings with our wonderful families this year. Wednesday was Grandma Taylor's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday &lt;/span&gt;so we had a combined Thangsgiving/Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celebration &lt;/span&gt;with the Taylors on that day and we went to my Aunt's house the day of and celebrated with the Hlawatschek side. We had some pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;delicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;food. My favorites were the homemade stuffing from my Oma Hlawatschek (and usually don't like stuffing) and the Blackbottom Banana Cream Pie I experimented with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yum&lt;/span&gt; . Dresden was very popular those days, his daddy and I didn't hold him much he was busy hanging out in families arms instead. Scott was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrilled &lt;/span&gt;to enjoy his traditional Halo night with his siblings and Dunk ball the next day. Overall, I'd have to say that this may have been one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;Thanksgivings yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxM90m4vpRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Hb7MZnpNG_A/s1600/IMG_6972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxM90m4vpRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Hb7MZnpNG_A/s400/IMG_6972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409735551403140370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Dresden loves his Uli/Great Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As for other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;highlights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;this week, I went running Saturday for the first time in about 8 months (which I am sore from today thank you very much! I guess it's to be expected). I went with Beautiful Beth and her wonderful sister Megan. I love going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running &lt;/span&gt;with Beth she always is so talkative that it passes the time away quickly and makes the run so much more enjoyable. That same night we had Bryce, Beth and Smith along with Klint and Mary over for dinner. We were so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt;that Klint and Mary could meet our little boy. Dresden loved Mary! Beth and I also went to Ikea on Black Friday and bought some fabric to make throw pillows next week! I'm so excited. If all goes well I'll be posting what I've accomplished next blog. Till then! I love all my wonderful friends and family and hope you had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fabulous &lt;/span&gt;week! I have a delicious meal awaiting me that my amazing husband made me- got to run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxM91BigkRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BVsW67XIbyE/s1600/IMG_6974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SxM91BigkRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/BVsW67XIbyE/s400/IMG_6974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409735558557634834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I had to snap this picture quick because&lt;br /&gt;this is the part of bath time that Dresden doesn't like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Svjpy1JVtrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Cup72p2W2wM/s400/IMG_6961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324812499891890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjpyHhfD-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6wl-c7FlwAc/s1600-h/IMG_6953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjpyHhfD-I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6wl-c7FlwAc/s400/IMG_6953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324800253136866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjpxhhvQ3I/AAAAAAAAAoE/aHCD7hHqSpA/s1600-h/IMG_6966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjpxhhvQ3I/AAAAAAAAAoE/aHCD7hHqSpA/s400/IMG_6966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324790053651314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjpxIbFl-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/P5stEoFW3ak/s1600-h/IMG_6954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjpxIbFl-I/AAAAAAAAAn8/P5stEoFW3ak/s400/IMG_6954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324783314868194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, it's been over a week and I am just eating this whole mom thing up. Probably because I had the pleasure and blessing of having my beautiful mother there with me for the first week. She really was a life saver. Especially with making sure my home stayed clean, laundry was done, that I had all I needed and that I could get caught up on sleep a little. In addition to my mother I have had some of the best meals for the past two weeks. My adorable, sweet, thoughtful and kind sister (yes, sister not just sister-in-law!) Beth has came over basically every night and made us these delicious gourmet meals. (I know that any new mom would just die to have this blessing. How am I so fortunate?). So, I would like to thank Beth(and Bryce, and Smith) and my mom for making motherhood such a smooth and pleasant transition. Besides the whole nursing thing I don't have much to complain about (it's a lot harder than I thought). Instead I have just loved being able to wake up to my little man and watching his adorable facial expressions while sleeping. Since my last post we've been to the doctor and Dresden is back up to his birth weight and everything seems to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjvNDbHNOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/vYc6g65NmFA/s1600-h/IMG_6968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvjvNDbHNOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/vYc6g65NmFA/s400/IMG_6968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402330760567272674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to the few emotional spouts I've had we had a big scare the sunday after Dresden was born when my puppy got ran over. Yes, I have to tell about my dog (some may think I'm silly for doing so, but I consider her another one of my babies). Scott called me sunday and told me that there was an accident with Izzy. My initial thought was "that little stinker ran out into the street again" but it wasn't that. Because of the quietness of my in-laws hybrid car the goofy dog didn't hear it and got ran over. As if I wasn't emotional enough this caused me to be hysterical. I don't think I have cried so hard in my life (well, maybe not). I was so lucky that she was in good hands with Jon and the doctor because Monday morning I woke up to Scott saying "Izzy, go get mommy!" She somehow managed to not have a single bone broken, only some bruising on her lungs and heart. She now is back to her old self and I am so greatful for prayers. She is definitely a miracle dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-6828351770592678612?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6828351770592678612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=6828351770592678612' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6828351770592678612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6828351770592678612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-week.html' title='The First Week'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Svjpy1JVtrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Cup72p2W2wM/s72-c/IMG_6961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-1219387193519330860</id><published>2009-10-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:50:15.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Dresden Andreas Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never before in my life did I think that I could experience something so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as delivering my son into this world (besides of course marrying his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daddy). It was so wonderful it's hard to put it into words, but I will do my best to help &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;express&lt;/span&gt; the love that I felt going through the amazing and rather long labor. It all started at 3:10 am on Tuesday, October 27. I woke up to what I thought were contractions, but I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;with the fact that nothing else had happened other that I was feeling these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cramps. (I thought for sure my water would break or some other sign would come telling me that I was for sure in labor). All Scott remembers that night was the random hand &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;squeezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would give him during contractions. Morning came and it wasn't progressing enough for me to want to go to BellaNatal (the birthing center), so me, my sweetheart and Izzy set out on a long &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; hoping to help move things along. My wonderful mother-in-law advised me to walk through the contractions and I loved doing that mostly  just because I could squeeze my sweetheart tight and I could feel the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of his arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvN58zdcmgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8dC5RR_rSok/s400/IMG_1716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400794463660186114" /&gt;I would say that after that walk I knew that this was going to be an experience that was going to draw me and my sweetheart &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was worried that I was going to be the mean pregnant wife that pushes and screams at my husband, but I never wanted to be closer to him than during this time. Back to the story, things kind of picked up a little, but by 11 pm I still wasn't far enough along to leave so that is when my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Laura) came over and we tried some different &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to try and help things really get moving along. After doing squats down the stairs and abdominal lifts, by 3 am we were ready to leave. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvN58P9TKJI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jdpXG2J2XOs/s400/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400794454130108562" /&gt;They were all ready for us and I was so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the birth center I chose. I felt so comfortable laboring there and they took such good care of us. As for our stay at Bella I'll make a long story short and leave out some unnecessary details. After our 7 hours being there my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little boy &lt;/span&gt;was not ready to come yet and my body was starting to really get worn out. My midwife advised us to transfer to the hospital because the last time she checked me I was dialated to a 7 when I was an 8 before. I remember being a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but having Scott by my side really reasurred me that everything would end up okay. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvN1n3HYqfI/AAAAAAAAAmk/S6e2LEbCa3w/s400/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400789705817631218" /&gt;Once we got to the hospital I said what I didn't think I would ever want to say, " Please give me the epidural", but it really was a life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saver&lt;/span&gt;. Once that came along with the pitocin it wasn't too long after that I was ready to push. Hayley, our nurse was so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at trying her best to accomodate me and my desire for the more natural way doing things. It was a mystery to all of us why he hadn't come after this long, but less than 28 minutes of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my little miracle entered this world. Dr. Glenn, who we later found out would be our bishop, did a great job, especially since the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was about half as long as it should have been. Although we don't know if this was the sole cause of labor taking so long, I have a strong feeling that my body knew that it just couldn't deliver him without some help and his cord just needed time to stretch long enough. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvN1nt_48LI/AAAAAAAAAmc/UWBEVCgT9Cg/s400/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400789703370272946" /&gt;The moment I saw him it was love at first &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't matter that my body was exhausted or that I ended up in the hospital, I would do it all over again just to be able to see him for the first time and know that he was a miracle that we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; together. Dresden weighed 7' 12" and was 19 inches long and was born October 28, 2009 at 5:20 pm. For being a week early I was very happy to see him so healthy and so perfect. I now look forward to all the many experiences that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;motherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brings. Tune in more to hear about how I handled the first week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvN1mnyaCjI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tJ8Aq5BBJbo/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400789684523239986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-1219387193519330860?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1219387193519330860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=1219387193519330860' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1219387193519330860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1219387193519330860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/introducing-dresden-andreas-taylor.html' title='Introducing Dresden Andreas Taylor'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvN58zdcmgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8dC5RR_rSok/s72-c/IMG_1716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-2201144868760014198</id><published>2009-07-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:05:12.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Trip to the Oregon Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODZ71mumI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Y8q2sV96K4Q/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODZ71mumI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Y8q2sV96K4Q/s400/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804859729853026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODZQJIoGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4DVo970XUew/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODZQJIoGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4DVo970XUew/s400/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804848000606306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODY6-T-bI/AAAAAAAAAnM/LKQZqnoS6fw/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODY6-T-bI/AAAAAAAAAnM/LKQZqnoS6fw/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804842318068146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODYYl_ULI/AAAAAAAAAnE/rHb_vtjfPvw/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODYYl_ULI/AAAAAAAAAnE/rHb_vtjfPvw/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804833089245362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm_Gq1qFkjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5IO-B9ZIF78/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm_Gq1qFkjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/5IO-B9ZIF78/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363724120481960498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew the Saturday before our anniversary was that Mr. Taylor was taking me on an adventure and it was going to be a very long drive (14 hrs long). Little did I know that he would be taking me to such a beautiful place. Although foggy a lot of the time the Oregon Coast was a sight I had never seen and I was so happy he chose this as our destination. We had a perfect campsite-it was right next to the ocean. My favorite part was when we sat and watched the sun go down and eat our Kentucky Fried Chicken. Izzy loved the beach she ran and ran and ran chasing after the seagulls. I love the picture of our three footprints. I can't wait until our little boys footprints will be included in the picture! Oh, and I have tell about our amazing drive through the redwoods and our pit stop at a campground at Lake Tahoe. We spent the day on the Granite beaches with my adorable cousins Kerensa, Remi, Ben and my Aunt and Uncle before we drove all the way home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-2201144868760014198?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2201144868760014198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=2201144868760014198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2201144868760014198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2201144868760014198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/anniversary-trip-to-oregon-coast.html' title='Anniversary Trip to the Oregon Coast'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SvODZ71mumI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Y8q2sV96K4Q/s72-c/IMG_1445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-1946512789979340850</id><published>2009-06-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:43:43.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6P8tIfHMI/AAAAAAAAAko/6ll1KdIe5RE/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6P8tIfHMI/AAAAAAAAAko/6ll1KdIe5RE/s400/IMG_1274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382479314951362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6P8KdATOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Dv_iir2IcfE/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6P8KdATOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Dv_iir2IcfE/s400/IMG_1273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382470005771490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6P7uGek-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/-qI66Yh_8X8/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6P7uGek-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/-qI66Yh_8X8/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382462395093986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrible and didn't take many pictures on this trip, but I have to tell about our wonderful Lake Powell Trip with Ben Rodell and his wonderful family! Despite the fact that Scott and I got fried the first day- even with sunscreen- we couldn't have asked for better weather! I was pretty proud of myself for wake surfing 5 months pregnant! Hopefully our son was too! He he! I'm sure he'd be proud of my goofy faces I'm pulling! I know our son would be proud of his daddy! Scott did a great job out there on the wake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-1946512789979340850?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1946512789979340850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=1946512789979340850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1946512789979340850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1946512789979340850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/lake-powell-trip.html' title='Lake Powell Trip'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6P8tIfHMI/AAAAAAAAAko/6ll1KdIe5RE/s72-c/IMG_1274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-7950402761610851369</id><published>2009-06-23T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:32:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink and Blue Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6KcknpLVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wcq9QKMlAy8/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6KcknpLVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wcq9QKMlAy8/s400/IMG_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363376429715762514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6KcK3xtCI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ibMEJEo6ihQ/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6KcK3xtCI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ibMEJEo6ihQ/s400/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363376422804108322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6Kb0feQ2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xhfdPOVLCgE/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6Kb0feQ2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/xhfdPOVLCgE/s400/IMG_1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363376416796590946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6Kbq374OI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ldnW6mNpXXw/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6Kbq374OI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ldnW6mNpXXw/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363376414214840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the wonderful idea of Agnes Francom, we had a pink and blue party where all the gals wore what color they thought the baby was. Scott found out a day ahead and was able to keep it a secret from me. He bought a cute little outfit and put that along with the picture of what the baby was in a box and wrapped it up. Towards the beginning of the party he brought it and I opened it up. And what to my wondering eyes did appear... It's a Boy sign I pulled out of the box along with a darling Puma outfit our son's daddy picked out just for him. All along I was convinced it was a girl but after the reactions I got from the tech, Scott, and the Birth Center Lady I was sure it was a boy.The party was a lot of fun. Beth made a pink and blue cake and we just ate a delicious salad bar. Oh, and my son's grandma bought him some clothes also. The moment I held up those clothes, it became more and more of a reality. Our son will be wearing these outfits. Crazy! Scott and I couldn't be more excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-7950402761610851369?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7950402761610851369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=7950402761610851369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/7950402761610851369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/7950402761610851369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-and-blue-party.html' title='Pink and Blue Party'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sm6KcknpLVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wcq9QKMlAy8/s72-c/IMG_1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-2521304471386661126</id><published>2009-05-31T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:10:51.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMP7upYOqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wNOoySXksE4/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMP7upYOqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wNOoySXksE4/s400/IMG_1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342131101799824034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our annual trip to Bruce's cabin and it was wonderful as usual! This trip always comes at a well needed time and after our busy May month with Mother's Day, Proms and Memorial Day we were so excited for this little getaway. Klint &amp;amp; Mary, Bryce, Beth &amp;amp; Smith, Sebastian and his friend Paul all were up there and although we missed Nicole and the girls we laughed, watched movies and played outside. Izzy had a blast as well because her friends Carl and Mya were there. I got to watch the second half of Jane Erye with Beth and Mary and I absolutely loved it. It will definitely be one I will purchase in the future. Thanks Bruce and Rosalee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-2521304471386661126?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2521304471386661126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=2521304471386661126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2521304471386661126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2521304471386661126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-took-our-annual-trip-to-bruces-cabin.html' title='Memorial Day 2009'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMP7upYOqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wNOoySXksE4/s72-c/IMG_1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-2846954985764699127</id><published>2009-05-08T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:11:53.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Taylor, the MBA Grad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMHYjKEqRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zFcAbGRXA1c/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMHYjKEqRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zFcAbGRXA1c/s400/IMG_1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342121701327284498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Taylor is officially now an MBA Grad! I'm so proud of all of the hard work he did to be able to reach his goal. I had so much fun being there and hearing his name be called out. He inspired me to reach my goal in graduating from college as well. What an awesome accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMHY2i_C6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I2VSJRZwEjU/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMHY2i_C6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I2VSJRZwEjU/s400/IMG_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342121706532047778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to have my mom, his parents and Kaylee come join us in the celebration. I brought him a Lei from our shop, I figured it was appropriate since we own a flower shop. Unfortunately my mom didn't make it but afterwords we went to the  Himalayan Kitchen (an Indian Restaurant that was fabulous) afterword. It was absolutely delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-2846954985764699127?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2846954985764699127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=2846954985764699127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2846954985764699127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2846954985764699127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr.html' title='Mr. Taylor, the MBA Grad'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMHYjKEqRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zFcAbGRXA1c/s72-c/IMG_1239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-6487229827239502895</id><published>2009-04-29T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:18:25.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Taylors +1 = 3 Taylors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SfjCexSc8LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5AmxtpnhMWY/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SfjCexSc8LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5AmxtpnhMWY/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although it came as a bit of a surprise (we were planning on end of December or January), we were ecstatic when we found out we were going to be adding a new little one to our family. Mr. Taylor couldn't believe the first test I took so he went and bought two more and sure enough they were positive just like the first. November 4 is when we are expecting their arrival. We can't wait! &lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-6487229827239502895?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6487229827239502895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=6487229827239502895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6487229827239502895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/6487229827239502895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-addition-to-family_29.html' title='2 Taylors +1 = 3 Taylors'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SfjCexSc8LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5AmxtpnhMWY/s72-c/IMG_1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-4615659444059196460</id><published>2009-04-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:16:26.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading the News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMb2S_RaKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-vlZwtlKjbo/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMb2S_RaKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-vlZwtlKjbo/s400/IMG_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144202615646370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMb2I7SW9I/AAAAAAAAASs/fG-DvPUoRgA/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMb2I7SW9I/AAAAAAAAASs/fG-DvPUoRgA/s400/IMG_1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144199914576850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMb1u2huxI/AAAAAAAAASk/M3g_luXThGU/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMb1u2huxI/AAAAAAAAASk/M3g_luXThGU/s400/IMG_1213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144192915290898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMZQQOwL0I/AAAAAAAAASU/3dOBvevLpWI/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMZQQOwL0I/AAAAAAAAASU/3dOBvevLpWI/s400/IMG_1219.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMZQg1bYRI/AAAAAAAAASc/9Pdehj0PfEE/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMZQg1bYRI/AAAAAAAAASc/9Pdehj0PfEE/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Camping over Easter to Topaz mountain with my family and there is where I wanted to tell them. I had searched high and low for cute ideas to tell family we're pregnant and I think I found a cute one. My parents had to find eggs and unscramble the word puzzle sharing the news. It goes "Our excitement cannot be matched for in November a new little Taylor will hatch". I was nervous to see what they'd say, but they were very excited for us. My Omi started crying because she was so excited. She said "Oh, this means I'm going to be a greatgrandma!" We also did this with the Taylors and the whole family found it together. I loved that we got to tell them over easter. I love the timing of our first baby even if it weren't planned. Baby, you are going to be a very loved little one. We're all excited to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-4615659444059196460?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4615659444059196460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=4615659444059196460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/4615659444059196460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/4615659444059196460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-went-camping-over-easter-to-topaz.html' title='Spreading the News!'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMb2S_RaKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-vlZwtlKjbo/s72-c/IMG_1222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-3833925350178343781</id><published>2009-04-04T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:18:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasia's Birthday Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg96iB3_BI/AAAAAAAAAM4/x3Z7Mjf7qPM/s1600-h/DSC05460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071035514616850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg96iB3_BI/AAAAAAAAAM4/x3Z7Mjf7qPM/s400/DSC05460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet sister-in-law Beth planned this Adorable Birthday Tea Party for me and her Darling Sister Megan's Birthday. I walked in and saw how much time she put into the decorating and I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for the food. She is such an amazing cook! We started with Tea and Crumpets (or deluctible desserts) and then moved on to the main course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071034088049234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg96ctwSlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HdNeVWPVXZQ/s400/DSC05471crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wow! Doesn't that look delicious! Phenomenal Pork Tenderloin, Gourmet Macaroni and Cheese with Awesome Asparagus was what we all got to enjoy this evening. My mom (thanks for coming mom!) along with a bunch of other wonderful friends came! We got to enjoy a role play by Tamera T. and Mary about the gossip going on around town (you'd have to be there :-) while savoring this fantastic dish!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg96Z04yjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/y1JCwxxxlsI/s1600-h/DSC05468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071033312660018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg96Z04yjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/y1JCwxxxlsI/s400/DSC05468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See what I mean! I was in great company! And we even had a real English Woman for our Tea Party (lovely to meet you Naomi). There were plenty of laughs and I think we all had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg95ziAoBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7Ggwb8YyZ1k/s1600-h/DSC05475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071023032934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg95ziAoBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7Ggwb8YyZ1k/s400/DSC05475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To top things off Sweet Sarah made Lemon Poppyseed muffins (Scott loved that) to which they put candles in them and they all sang Happy Birthday to the two of us! I'm so lucky to have the same birthday as such a beautiful girl as Megan Smailes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg95tSYCZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EP1ZlCJMtVs/s1600-h/DSC05483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071021356747154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg95tSYCZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EP1ZlCJMtVs/s400/DSC05483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we all are looking top notch for our perfect evening! I used an old dress that I never used for High School Dances, while the Francom Sisters dazzled us with their dos, and Beth with her Yellow-beaded Necklace, Tamera went above and beyond and wore her excellant earings, Mary and Megan wore their flowers in their hair and Agnes and my wonderful Mother were looking smashing as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071137712960418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg-Aev286I/AAAAAAAAANA/esMrZ1DXS8c/s400/DSC05485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Watch out next years Priesthood night! Next time it's at Agnes and let's just say there'll be even more sparkles. Oh, and we'll be flyining in Martha and Kristin because it just wasn't the same without you two (I miss you lovely ladies).Thanks Beth for the wonderful yearly tradition! You did a fabulous job! I couldn't have asked for a better Birthday Tea Party! Love you Bethy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-3833925350178343781?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3833925350178343781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=3833925350178343781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/3833925350178343781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/3833925350178343781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/tasias-birthday-tea-party.html' title='Tasia&apos;s Birthday Tea Party'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/Sdg96iB3_BI/AAAAAAAAAM4/x3Z7Mjf7qPM/s72-c/DSC05460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-8604904694501703494</id><published>2009-02-16T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:19:15.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Family Izzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMduM7sFvI/AAAAAAAAATE/FPCr-QCerbA/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMduM7sFvI/AAAAAAAAATE/FPCr-QCerbA/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342146262574307058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMdt6tlGsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/W2gx8InI6yM/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMdt6tlGsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/W2gx8InI6yM/s400/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342146257683290818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SfjBQo8dtpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/K2332TBkngs/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; clear: both;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SfjBQo8dtpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/K2332TBkngs/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we knew we were pregnant Mr. Taylor had said that I was acting really strange and "nesting". Well, about this time was when we got a new addition to our family. After I'd been wishfully searching for a puppy for quite some time I came across her and Scott told me that when I called on her, if she was left we could get her. Sure enough she was ours. I'm so glad we go her she is such a cutie!&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-8604904694501703494?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8604904694501703494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=8604904694501703494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8604904694501703494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/8604904694501703494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-addition-to-family.html' title='Welcome to the Family Izzy!'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SiMduM7sFvI/AAAAAAAAATE/FPCr-QCerbA/s72-c/IMG_1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-2093344148925734200</id><published>2009-02-15T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:10:08.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr. Taylor almost killed himself doing this back flip.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SZkDP1iorlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vkkDk2fhFAY/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SZkDP1iorlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vkkDk2fhFAY/s400/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-2093344148925734200?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2093344148925734200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=2093344148925734200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2093344148925734200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/2093344148925734200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SZkDP1iorlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vkkDk2fhFAY/s72-c/IMG_1178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-8888359435011217379</id><published>2008-05-21T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:35:55.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTqBZmRcOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m8drSN1kkKg/s1600-h/Tasia%27s+hand-guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTnspmRcNI/AAAAAAAAABs/nbcjYcSd_jA/s320/yes,+yes,+yes%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203038223786406098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is candid camera action, thanks Mike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-1337785184704797735?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1337785184704797735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=1337785184704797735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1337785184704797735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/1337785184704797735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-candid-camera-action-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTnspmRcNI/AAAAAAAAABs/nbcjYcSd_jA/s72-c/yes,+yes,+yes%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720242696154200877.post-4129143778939430929</id><published>2008-02-09T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:34:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/R65-u69wqnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/M-epbm2Q6Og/s1600-h/TaylorWedding556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/R65-u69wqnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/M-epbm2Q6Og/s320/TaylorWedding556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165205167207918194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Married! Now she's not pregnant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3720242696154200877-4129143778939430929?l=herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4129143778939430929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3720242696154200877&amp;postID=4129143778939430929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/4129143778939430929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720242696154200877/posts/default/4129143778939430929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herrundfrautaylor.blogspot.com/2008/02/ehe.html' title='EHE'/><author><name>Taylor Fam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08158163718765350229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/SDTmS5mRcMI/AAAAAAAAABk/zQ0-gQFi4Qg/S220/smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqR6wNvY7rM/R65-u69wqnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/M-epbm2Q6Og/s72-c/TaylorWedding556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
