<?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-3254800621452382671</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:38:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New with the Cox's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-7716320829163984123</id><published>2010-03-05T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:23:38.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because he's so cute</title><content type='html'>Enoch LOVES to sing. When we are in the car, we always have music on. After he's had enough, he will kindly ask me to turn it off, and as soon as it is quiet again, he starts singing his own songs. He also will blend songs. Nathan heard him sing "Book of Mormon stories that my teachers tell to me, are about the Lamelites from far across the sea D E F G H I J..... He also LOVES to lead the music. Almost every Sunday, the chorister is chuckling at him. When the organ starts playing, he stops everything and stands up and starts leading the music. One Sunday, we were there early (gasp) and got to listen to the prelude music. Enoch was very concerned that there was no chorister and asked where she was. I reasured him that when we sing, she will be there. Okay, so the video of him singing won't upload. You'll just have to take my word for it when I tell you it's dang cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-7716320829163984123?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7716320829163984123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=7716320829163984123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/7716320829163984123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/7716320829163984123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-hes-so-cute.html' title='Because he&apos;s so cute'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-8619241184898495868</id><published>2010-03-05T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:54:17.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-O-G</title><content type='html'>Enoch has been asking what things say lately. He's really into words and letters. I told him we were going to Lucky, and he said "Does it say D-T-I-K-E-H-Q-U-H?" I told him how to spell Lucky, and we practiced it for a few minutes. Fastforward to a couple nights later. We were all in the car together, and Nathan decided to teach Enoch how to spell dog. &lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Dog, D-O-G, Dog. &lt;br /&gt;Enoch: B-O-G, dog.&lt;br /&gt;They continue back and forth, until Enoch says "Dog, E-N-O-C-H, Dog"&lt;br /&gt;He now will rattle of various letters and then say the word in which he thinks he just spelt. &lt;br /&gt;One of his favorite songs is "E-N-O-C-H, and Enoch is my name!" I don't think he even knows that the song is really about Bingo, or a dog. Since he was little, I've always sung somehting like this: I have a son who is (insert anything that applies; funny, smart, handsome, getting big, ect.) &lt;br /&gt;and Enoch is is name-o...E-N-O-C-H.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-8619241184898495868?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8619241184898495868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=8619241184898495868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/8619241184898495868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/8619241184898495868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/d-o-g.html' title='D-O-G'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-8281544538424600719</id><published>2009-11-24T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:09:25.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx1CNM380I/AAAAAAAAAKg/O0UOBTd-PLw/s1600/Picture+1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx1CNM380I/AAAAAAAAAKg/O0UOBTd-PLw/s200/Picture+1269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407825933328970562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx0dHrkm7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/kuh2KQ_rEGw/s1600/Picture+677.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/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx0dHrkm7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/kuh2KQ_rEGw/s200/Picture+677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407825296191953842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx0c1XowyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a9wYrjUXT1I/s1600/Picture+697.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/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx0c1XowyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/a9wYrjUXT1I/s200/Picture+697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407825291276501794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx0cfUMAsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mkjUv55wPyE/s1600/Picture+793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx0cfUMAsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mkjUv55wPyE/s200/Picture+793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407825285356454594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we moved in, life got busy. Nothing major happened, just life. Enoch is doing great. This past week I looked into preschool for him. We spent a good 45 minutes in the classroom, and he absolutely LOVED it. The preschool requires that the parent stay with their child for the class (at least for the two-year classroom). I will start him up in January, and he'll be attending every Friday and every other Tuesday for 2 1/2 hours. He's excited about 'his school'. Oakley has grwon tremendously. He's 5 months now and is quickly catching up to Enoch. He's already wearing 9-12 months clothes. We've started him on solids recently and today, we found out he loves applesauce. He's rolling over like crazy. For Christmas, we got him a toy that encourages him to crawl. He's shown the first steps of crawling, and we anticapate baby-proofing once again soon enough. Nathan and I are constantly tired and looking for opportunities to nap. Enough said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-8281544538424600719?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8281544538424600719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=8281544538424600719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/8281544538424600719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/8281544538424600719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Swx1CNM380I/AAAAAAAAAKg/O0UOBTd-PLw/s72-c/Picture+1269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-4206235562490774920</id><published>2009-08-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:31:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECB6i1xII/AAAAAAAAAKA/TtU-c52WiUA/s1600-h/Picture+678.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/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECB6i1xII/AAAAAAAAAKA/TtU-c52WiUA/s200/Picture+678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368574462720853122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECBfPgxJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oC83n6zgZkU/s1600-h/Picture+030.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/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECBfPgxJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oC83n6zgZkU/s200/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368574455392027794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECBFjl7iI/AAAAAAAAAJw/y9J7SM-YVNc/s1600-h/Picture+027.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/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECBFjl7iI/AAAAAAAAAJw/y9J7SM-YVNc/s200/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368574448496930338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECAmUIE_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/FFtqW3AwoSU/s1600-h/Picture+015.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/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECAmUIE_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/FFtqW3AwoSU/s200/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368574440110560242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've been in our new place for a week now, and absolutely loving it. Enoch is having a little bit of a hard time though. The other day he was crying over seemingly nothing; you know how two year olds are. We were kinda ignoring his cries, until he shouted out "I want to go home" It totally pulled my heart strings, and it was then that I realized that he really wasn't enjoying the move. All his toys were packed away, and when he'd ask for various things, I would respond with "It's still packed away, when I find it, I'll let you know" Poor guy, he's been in limbo land. It seems now that we have most of the boxes cleared, he is doing much better. He now tells me when we are out running errands that he wants to go to the 'new house' He is loving the big yard that we have and playing in his room; AKA the playroom. We hope to be here a long time and start good memories here for Enoch and Oakley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-4206235562490774920?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4206235562490774920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=4206235562490774920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/4206235562490774920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/4206235562490774920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-home.html' title='A New Home'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SoECB6i1xII/AAAAAAAAAKA/TtU-c52WiUA/s72-c/Picture+678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-1828611394788963860</id><published>2009-07-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:48:49.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Smkjn89-L-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/JPmibXtubjo/s1600-h/Picture+217.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/_3qqAez46QMo/Smkjn89-L-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/JPmibXtubjo/s200/Picture+217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361856000649211874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SmkjnQ7gheI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IpuaZ1NyBB0/s1600-h/Picture+151.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/_3qqAez46QMo/SmkjnQ7gheI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IpuaZ1NyBB0/s200/Picture+151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361855988827719138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Smkjm4DaNkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QZvXJcSuJv4/s1600-h/Picture+007.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/_3qqAez46QMo/Smkjm4DaNkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QZvXJcSuJv4/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361855982149973570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Smkjma51twI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pGJST8aTS9k/s1600-h/Picture+002.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/_3qqAez46QMo/Smkjma51twI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pGJST8aTS9k/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361855974325204738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing my two boys together. Enoch has been a great big brother. He's quick to offer Oakley his paci when he's crying. He's always asking if Oakley can sleep in his bed at night. And he's always right there laying on the floor next to Oakley, saying " Hi Oakwee, whatcha doin', Oakwee?", or reading him a book. It's crazy to think that Nathan and I were once scared of how Enoch would react to his new baby brother. Enoch has shown nothing but love to Oaks. I can't wait to see them together when they are older. So, here are some pictures of my two boys together, enjoying some brotherly love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-1828611394788963860?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1828611394788963860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=1828611394788963860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/1828611394788963860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/1828611394788963860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/brothers-for-life.html' title='Brothers For Life'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Smkjn89-L-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/JPmibXtubjo/s72-c/Picture+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-9177540189332615727</id><published>2009-07-08T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:03:32.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell who is who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SlUJSRXbc5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/C1BiTgqcEkU/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SlUJSRXbc5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/C1BiTgqcEkU/s200/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356197541331039122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SlUJSKz32sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Oyj2TYQjOWc/s1600-h/Enoch12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SlUJSKz32sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Oyj2TYQjOWc/s200/Enoch12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356197539571292866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here are the comparison pictures I have been wanting to get up. Sorry it took so long, our internet has been a little crazy. Can you tell which one is Enoch, and which one is Oakley? I 'tested' Nathan the other day, and he said the only way he could tell was because of the blankets they were in. And even after he responded correctly, I told him he was wrong, how sad is that? LOL Leave a comment with your guesses, and I'll post later the correct answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-9177540189332615727?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9177540189332615727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=9177540189332615727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/9177540189332615727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/9177540189332615727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-tell-who-is-who.html' title='Can you tell who is who?'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SlUJSRXbc5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/C1BiTgqcEkU/s72-c/Picture+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-2545842035225730077</id><published>2009-07-08T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:53:02.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Numbered</title><content type='html'>So Monday I was officially outnumbered 2 to 1 for the whole day. Yes, Nathan is back at work full-time now. So far, nothing major has happened. Even when Enoch thought it was a good idea to put the whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet and flush, it still wasn't that bad. At least I caught the water before it got to the carpet, and we had cleaned the toilets that morning, so it wasn't *really* dirty water. Tuesday I took the boys to the pool by myself. (Ok, not really by myself, as it was playgroup and there were plenty of other moms around to help me out, but still, they had their little ones to look out for too!) Enoch thought he was invincable and decided I was too slow getting Oakley settled down. Yes, he decided at that moment that he could swim by himself, and so off the steps he went, and straight down under the water. Luckily my friend Coral was rightthere to pull him out. He probably actually liked it, it didn't scare him one bit. He is now quickly on his way to swimming by himself, and I am quickly looking into swimming lessons for that little dare devil. Today we went to storytime at the library. I can proudly say that nothing out of the norm happened, we all made is safely home, with no excitement! Hooray! Tomorrow is skating, and I'm starting to wonder what Enoch will try to do this time! Needless to say, I'm quickly learning that when everything is quiet, and I find myself thinking "all is good", that I will soon be very, very busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-2545842035225730077?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2545842035225730077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=2545842035225730077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/2545842035225730077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/2545842035225730077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-numbered.html' title='Out Numbered'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-3296294060847256659</id><published>2009-06-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:14:23.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oakley's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-nOhnHuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XZRro_CQriI/s200/Picture+012.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348515613602422498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-nUcheyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sg4p_18h4m8/s200/Picture+013.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348515615191694114" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-oaihCEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3nO6LWjlN4s/s1600-h/Picture+089.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/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-oaihCEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3nO6LWjlN4s/s200/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348515634007312450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-oMxQvQI/AAAAAAAAAII/SkVXzZh0Eus/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-oMxQvQI/AAAAAAAAAII/SkVXzZh0Eus/s200/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348515630311062786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-nlPGjXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KbCxj5zdZkY/s1600-h/Picture+028.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/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-nlPGjXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KbCxj5zdZkY/s200/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348515619698806130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story of Oakley's birthday, for those that haven't heard yet. My water broke around 4:30 Saturday morning. We packed up Enoch and took him to a friend's house and then made our way to the hospital. I was having some painful contractions once we got there, but they never really got close enough to really be considered 'labor contractions'. After much thought over wether we should try inducing stronger contractions (it was now around 11 am), we decided the best thing would be to go for a repeat c-section. It was a hard decision for me to make. I was so set on trying a VBAC, but I couldn't put my baby in danger because of my selfishness. Oakley Boone Cox was born Saturday June 13th at 1:07 pm. He weighed in at 8 lbs 7 oz and 20 1/2 inches long. A full pound heavier, and a full inch longer than Enoch; no wonder my belly was so big. We were discharged on Weds. June 17, one day after my due date! Oakley is in perfect health, and I am healing quickly. The stairs I was so scared of aren't really that big of a deal, I just am really slow going up them. Oakley is becoming a pro at eating, and sleeping! I think he sleeps more than Enoch did! Anyways, here's the pictures you've been waiting for. I can't believe how much he looks like Enoch. I will have to post some comparison shots in a few days. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-3296294060847256659?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3296294060847256659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=3296294060847256659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/3296294060847256659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/3296294060847256659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/06/oakleys-birthday.html' title='Oakley&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/Sjm-nOhnHuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XZRro_CQriI/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-3711307671531635248</id><published>2009-05-30T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:46:58.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Son Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGoqwooBUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ycauh4wWVqE/s1600-h/Picture+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736085601387842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGoqwooBUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ycauh4wWVqE/s200/Picture+338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGoqI2qCyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ghPIhDGfkGc/s1600-h/Picture+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736074922822434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGoqI2qCyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ghPIhDGfkGc/s200/Picture+335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGorSXVXMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AxX1PeOlVv4/s1600-h/Picture+359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736094655667394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGorSXVXMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AxX1PeOlVv4/s200/Picture+359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGorPH-uNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6ul9Ojm8a6w/s1600-h/Picture+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341736093785962706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGorPH-uNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6ul9Ojm8a6w/s200/Picture+350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our stake had their annual Father Son Campout last night, and boy did Nathan and Enoch have fun! Enoch got a new backpack to carry his blanket, books, snacks, and of course, Tigger. He was such a big boy when I sent my two boys off together, he copied EVERYTHING his dad did, even squatted for the picture, just like dad. Nathan said he didn't want to come home this morning. Last night, after they made their beds, Enoch tried jumping on his sleeping bags and was confused as to why it wasn't 'jumpy' like his bed at home. If only I could have seen his expression. Apparently, he also made some new friends from the Petaluma ward, he's such a little social butterfly. I had the house to myself last night, and kept fighting the urge to go peek on Enoch before I went to bed.I think Enoch is the only one out of us three who got any sleep. Nathan said he slept through the night, but is a bed hog, just like his mom. WOW! I can't believe my son is old enough to go camping with dad, let the tradition begin!&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/3254800621452382671-3711307671531635248?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3711307671531635248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=3711307671531635248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/3711307671531635248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/3711307671531635248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/father-son-campout.html' title='Father Son Campout'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/SiGoqwooBUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ycauh4wWVqE/s72-c/Picture+338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-8756686284184319849</id><published>2009-05-20T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:54:04.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQLbKk_LdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8qDkiZavvuw/s1600-h/Picture+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337904019664743890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQLbKk_LdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8qDkiZavvuw/s200/Picture+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQLa2-XRxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/msT6tBLZaPc/s1600-h/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337904014402471698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQLa2-XRxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/msT6tBLZaPc/s200/Picture+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQK2y7bMAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KGSYgKkGgOU/s1600-h/Picture+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903394841112578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQK2y7bMAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KGSYgKkGgOU/s200/Picture+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQK2IYnbCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mgMUk_gJl8Y/s1600-h/Picture+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903383420824610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQK2IYnbCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mgMUk_gJl8Y/s200/Picture+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had such a good birthday this year. Nathan got up yesterday with Enoch and they came and woke me up with a big "Happy Birthday". Then Nathan gave me my present; a new digital camera. I couldn't stop taking pictures yesterday! Enoch and I went to the Farmer's Market here in town and I couldn't help but snap some pictures. I think I'm going to start a type of photo journal. You take one photo a day, of anything that reminds you of your life at that time. It's not always of your children, it could be of their shoes, or of a favorite summertime past time. We'll see when I actually start this though, if I'm gonna do it, I have to commit to it. One picture a day, for 365 days!&lt;/span&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/3254800621452382671-8756686284184319849?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8756686284184319849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=8756686284184319849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/8756686284184319849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/8756686284184319849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-birthday-present.html' title='My Birthday Present'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShQLbKk_LdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8qDkiZavvuw/s72-c/Picture+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-597933994235109729</id><published>2009-05-18T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:43:59.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enoch at Cal Skate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShGsUs8Y95I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uRmSrK1nMDc/s1600-h/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337236505072564114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShGsUs8Y95I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uRmSrK1nMDc/s320/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShGqCpOjZoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fUFSIXNKbCs/s1600-h/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337233995814102658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShGqCpOjZoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fUFSIXNKbCs/s320/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Enoch to CalSkate a couple of weeks ago, and he absolutely loved it! They have a 'Tot Time' where parents can wear shoes onto the the rink, so they can help their little ones learn to skate. The first time we went, Enoch let go of my hand within the first minute he had them on. I guess I need him more than he needs me. Sniff Sniff. Anyways, he's doing great. The instructor, Erica, comes around and one-on-one teaches the kids how to fall down and then get back up. She's excellent. Enoch's not quite sure he wants to learn that now though. He did great last week (second time) and only fell down once. I'm thinking maybe I should be taking some classes, just so he doesn't show me up. I'm thinking this is going to be a regular weekly activity!&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/3254800621452382671-597933994235109729?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/597933994235109729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=597933994235109729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/597933994235109729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/597933994235109729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/enoch-at-cal-skate.html' title='Enoch at Cal Skate'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqAez46QMo/ShGsUs8Y95I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uRmSrK1nMDc/s72-c/Picture+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-785112161417510288</id><published>2008-12-08T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:22:34.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>We got our Christmas Tree up early this year, right after Thanksgiving! Enoch had fun helping us, although it took him awhile to warm up to it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, he was sick. He still goes around the tree batting at the ornaments and counting them, as far as I can tell. The first day there were presents under the tree, he would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt; me each one, shake it, and then hand it to me. I think this will be a fun Christmas this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800621452382671-785112161417510288?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/785112161417510288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=785112161417510288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/785112161417510288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/785112161417510288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree.html' title='The Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800621452382671.post-6648123872066635692</id><published>2008-12-08T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:06:16.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my mom was in town&lt;/span&gt; in late October, and we did the whole touristy thing and went to Alcatraz and ate at Pier 39. I have to say it was really a lot of fun, rain and all! Enoch LOVED exploring every inch of Alcatraz, and made it hard for us to listen to the audio tour. But we all had fun, and then went to eat at a yummy Italian restaurant and watched the sea lions on the pier outside. The next day, we went to Stinson Beach. My mom has missed the beach so much since leaving Texas, we just had to go. It was foggy when we got there, and down right cold, but that didn't stop Enoch from running to catch the waves. By the end of the day, he was down to his diaper and covered in a towel we found in the car. We weren't really planning on getting wet, but he had a different idea. All in all, we had fun while my mom was here, and we even got sneak in a date and didn't even have to pay for a babysitter!&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/3254800621452382671-6648123872066635692?l=findusatblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6648123872066635692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800621452382671&amp;postID=6648123872066635692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/6648123872066635692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800621452382671/posts/default/6648123872066635692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findusatblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-moms-visit.html' title='My Mom&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Cicily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05018640606356362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
