<?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-1633112684881574525</id><updated>2011-10-31T17:23:26.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARD</title><subtitle type='html'>Wesley Roy, Chelsea Jane, &amp;amp; Suzi Ruth</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-5734199711083679456</id><published>2011-09-29T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:21:10.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 4 Reveal</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, for all of my friends out there who don't know what project #4 is, sorry to leave you hanging like that while the rest of us giggled away. Once upon a time my sis-in-law Jeigh left us hanging like that for months while she wrote a novel (which I've read btw. It's fantastic.). I thought I was going to die with anticipation! So all of you who are just dying (did I spell that right?) to know what my project is, I know how you feel. (enter sarcastic cough here...I'm sure there are few people who read my blog who didn't already know). Let's pretend for a minute here that you have no idea what I am puting all my energy into making. Here are some clues....&lt;br /&gt;1. It is really small, like the size of a pea. But, as I slowly add layers and make the details more intricate it will be like the size of a oh, I don't know, a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've only ever made one of these before, and it turned out better than I could have ever imagined, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's going to take like 8 more months to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? Okay I'm just going to come right out there and tell you. It's an AFGHAN! All crocheted by me. It takes me a long time to get anything done....okay I lied. It's really a baby!!! Yay! We are so stinking happy and excited and feeling enormously blessed that we have the opportunity to be parents again. WAHOOOO! Wes did cartwheels in the living room and knocked on the neighbors door because he just had to tell someone! We figure I'm due mid-May, just before it gets hot. Thank heavens!&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that is all for now. It's nap time again. And I need to get a shower sqeezed in that time slot. So off I go. I will be accepting congratulations in the form of diapers. Just kidding! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-5734199711083679456?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/5734199711083679456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-4-reveal.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/5734199711083679456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/5734199711083679456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-4-reveal.html' title='Project 4 Reveal'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-1234614367688631440</id><published>2011-09-27T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:37:22.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project # 4</title><content type='html'>Wow. I seriously just sneezed for 5 minutes straight. If this madness wakes up the baby I am not going to be a happy camper!!! That has nothing to do with project # 4, I just had to vent. ANYWHO, project #4 is seriously going to be the best of all. I am so excited!! I have been working on it day and night, but I don't have any pictures yet because I'm not really showing much progress. But like I said, I have been working on it constantly. It is so stinking phyically tiring that I have had to take a nap. Everyday. Speaking of, my naptime is dwindling as I type. I'll post more later, and maybe someday I'll have a picture! Have a happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-1234614367688631440?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/1234614367688631440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/1234614367688631440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/1234614367688631440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-4.html' title='Project # 4'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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-1633112684881574525.post-255323664469265395</id><published>2011-09-09T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:49:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project #s 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been wanting to do project #2 for a long time. I was constantly worrying about the fact that the cleaners were somewhere Suzi could get into...pretty easily if I left the bathroom door open and wasn't paying close attention. So we bought a new container and put the cleaning supplies way up high. Then I reorganized all of this mess. The before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650545830051808786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeFtMJvOn4I/TmrFfptNhhI/AAAAAAAAALo/PitADjg-2Xs/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;And after!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650545840046241746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9u9LhE4gxo/TmrFgO8Ed9I/AAAAAAAAALw/BMNGtGq7WqQ/s320/041.JPG" /&gt; I put the cleaning supplies in the closet where that basket of hair supplies (curling iron, straightener...) used to be. DUH. I don't know why I didn't think of that earlier. Remeber that organizing blog I talked about in my last &lt;a href="http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiration-1.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;? It talks a lot about functionality. Inspiration! I know it doesn't seem like anything big but, for reals, functionality and organization make me SO HAPPY! (speaking of functionality, them there tampons and toilet paper are in I'm-sitting-on-the-toilet-in-dire-need reach. YAY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put all make-up in this one...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650545851569973474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlMu9ubKTMI/TmrFg53iqOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dk0iMb9zrZE/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yU-6hEZx0cE/TmrFgkWGfdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TrFISN-FOfw/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650545845792570834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yU-6hEZx0cE/TmrFgkWGfdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TrFISN-FOfw/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contact stuff in this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSu7AtHuG2U/TmrFgeQrKII/AAAAAAAAAL4/-Aef2ZwwsUE/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650545844159195266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSu7AtHuG2U/TmrFgeQrKII/AAAAAAAAAL4/-Aef2ZwwsUE/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, tooth stuff in this one. Ahhh, isn't that beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Project number three was cleaning my messy room. I'll post pictures after I do some decorating magic. Happy house of ordering!!! &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/1633112684881574525-255323664469265395?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/255323664469265395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-s-2-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/255323664469265395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/255323664469265395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-s-2-3.html' title='Project #s 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/-PeFtMJvOn4I/TmrFfptNhhI/AAAAAAAAALo/PitADjg-2Xs/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-9069823273530690343</id><published>2011-09-08T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:15:04.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration #1</title><content type='html'>I've been inspired. It's true. The other day I read my sister-in-law Jenny's &lt;a href="http://gjmeredith.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; where she was discussing some of her favorite things. One of them was this fancy &lt;a href="http://iheartorganizing.blogspot.com/"&gt;iheartorganizing&lt;/a&gt; blog. Oh my goodness...SERIOUSLY! I heart this blog!!! Careful, you can easily spend lots of time here. But there is a reason this beautiful blog hit home. I have been feeling a bit stressed and very annoyed that there are multiple places of yucky unorganized chaos in our appartment. THEN, another of my cute sister-in-lawsies posted all about her goals to make her home a &lt;a href="http://amber-meredith.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-is-for-order.html"&gt;"house of order." &lt;/a&gt;Immediately Amber and Jenny's blogs connected in my mind and BAM I was inspired. So I've started the very large project of organizing our little happy home so it can tooo be a house of order (someday). It is going to consist of tons of small projects and a couple large. Since our pantry was pretty bare already, I used our gigantic shopping trip as an opportunity to start there. Here's the before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650217897166522850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajx-BQao3wQ/TmmbPcgqSeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oX6VN7S7E24/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650217898569460322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YotUfz9sOrw/TmmbPhvJamI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZsqHaUNOWi8/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650217902852495362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYLQmQO437U/TmmbPxsTWAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0N8AMbViRiE/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Nasty and messy, right? It's been driving me absolutely crazy. I haven't even been able to sweep the floor for months. So I cleared everything out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2VFQSCaNfY/TmmhEqM-QGI/AAAAAAAAALI/5L17cGHGzDo/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650224308933247074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2VFQSCaNfY/TmmhEqM-QGI/AAAAAAAAALI/5L17cGHGzDo/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the grocery bags on the floor... yeah there were a ton of new things to put in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_la3Bk9YV8/TmmhEcP2-DI/AAAAAAAAALA/0TvVdfPb_UQ/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650224305187256370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_la3Bk9YV8/TmmhEcP2-DI/AAAAAAAAALA/0TvVdfPb_UQ/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650224300430291938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0VSwr8SnDM/TmmhEKhtc-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/avlDwHNjHGM/s320/035.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little cutie patoootie loved the new clean floor! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd TADAAAHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7vLZ7cyBj8/Tmmh6FnnhkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/19a6kM4bbkY/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650225226825827906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7vLZ7cyBj8/Tmmh6FnnhkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/19a6kM4bbkY/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UffbJNxDm_M/TmmjqD1ZQYI/AAAAAAAAALg/L5NVopuObAw/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650227150492090754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UffbJNxDm_M/TmmjqD1ZQYI/AAAAAAAAALg/L5NVopuObAw/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures don't really do it justice. It is positively splendid! There was a stinky issue with the garbage too. So we decided to try out the old laundry sheet technique. We put one in the bottom of the garbage and sat the box right next to it. I take a large happy breath each time I enter that beautifully organized pantry. I have more little projects in mind, including an inventory grocery list for frequently used foods and a pretty little meal planner. But for now, project house of order #1 was so refreshing and wonderful!! So thanks Jenny and Amber for the inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-9069823273530690343?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/9069823273530690343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiration-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/9069823273530690343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/9069823273530690343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiration-1.html' title='Inspiration #1'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/-ajx-BQao3wQ/TmmbPcgqSeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oX6VN7S7E24/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-4701969347588172448</id><published>2011-08-10T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:37:28.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My very most wonderfullest sister and brother took family pictures for us! Yay! Geoff says he'll do some photoshop magic if I can tell him four or five favorites. So hard! Here are some highlights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639477241308589730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4w9YBw6CdtM/TkNyq_cZLqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0KCE9zYnqos/s320/DSC_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MUw9IQbX3Y/TkN0h4_oIiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f38jKDVLknA/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639479283981754914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MUw9IQbX3Y/TkN0h4_oIiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f38jKDVLknA/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639479286880953266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eelFA988Hmo/TkN0iDy2Y7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/s9TXtNyzK1U/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWIlUQS0MtI/TkN0hiJGsVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SzXdxiw69Ro/s1600/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639479277847490898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWIlUQS0MtI/TkN0hiJGsVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SzXdxiw69Ro/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639479274411693618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i7f5LZuEE-k/TkN0hVV8ljI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ka_QS41X0xE/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639479270112695122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrfQbYDFOdo/TkN0hFU_E1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/RfOXFCkSnpU/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7MNhXhlO94/TkNyr5TKW1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/nIymOgItz7s/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639477256839125842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7MNhXhlO94/TkNyr5TKW1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/nIymOgItz7s/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6UuH12zg-g/TkNyrrjIgNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lftzxiFV7e8/s1600/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639477253148016850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U6UuH12zg-g/TkNyrrjIgNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lftzxiFV7e8/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38kVmKUQfys/TkNyrexoRBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aL66-7Iy5II/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639477249719157778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38kVmKUQfys/TkNyrexoRBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/aL66-7Iy5II/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p0fLapwJsq4/TkNyrPWny2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RVjn4rX_ANA/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639477245579348834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p0fLapwJsq4/TkNyrPWny2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RVjn4rX_ANA/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639481059662388546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BR8ly3GvaIU/TkN2JP64XUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4I8iK4eJAOw/s320/DSC_0280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure no one loves them quite as much as I do, but aren't they seriously so cute!!! Wes also had the most splendid idea to take some pictures in Main Street Music-this perfect little music shop where he has worked for many years, and where we have spent countless hours of joy. This picture captures the setting I was hoping for. Too bad I look not-so-great-eh? Annnd none of the other pictures turned out either because it was hot in there and Suzi was DONE! Did I mention it was hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639481061995743346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVrihhWe8-I/TkN2JYnMiHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R6Ma3IPUGAc/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9Twco25qsI/TkN2Jk5XFpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oCxurGd3Wqk/s1600/DSC_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639481065293158034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9Twco25qsI/TkN2Jk5XFpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oCxurGd3Wqk/s320/DSC_0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-4701969347588172448?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/4701969347588172448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/08/pictures.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/4701969347588172448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/4701969347588172448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/-4w9YBw6CdtM/TkNyq_cZLqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0KCE9zYnqos/s72-c/DSC_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-7109785457447353131</id><published>2011-07-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:05:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months and Gorgeous as Ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe this little sweety is already 10 months old(okay so she's 10 and a half months...getting anything done with a baby takes forever!)? Suzi gets more and more fun every day and seriously brings us so much joy! Some things about our little lady...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TayKRiRmO0A/Th5_-Mq-q5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tYdse4J6pSA/s1600/199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629077290789809042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TayKRiRmO0A/Th5_-Mq-q5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tYdse4J6pSA/s320/199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She kinda loves to swing. Alot. She smiles and squeals and laughs. This girl is seriously so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uoz5izALH60/Th5_9sjjkeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bpTcNTSQlBw/s1600/196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629077282168738274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uoz5izALH60/Th5_9sjjkeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bpTcNTSQlBw/s320/196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjGisFXLJV0/Th5_9fSD4-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/H6Xy9HHLuGg/s1600/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629077278605698018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjGisFXLJV0/Th5_9fSD4-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/H6Xy9HHLuGg/s320/177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz decided it was much more fun to climb in the chair and bounce standing up. She has quite the mind of her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIsIMP-BZA/Th5_9PdokbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IVVw64VvqdI/s1600/174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629077274359271858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIsIMP-BZA/Th5_9PdokbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IVVw64VvqdI/s320/174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She walks all over the place and definetly keeps mom and dad on their toes! She loves to open drawers and pull all the dvds off the shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GG0OhLSjABU/Th5-CM56whI/AAAAAAAAAII/BY7LFUZhOO0/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629075160548688402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GG0OhLSjABU/Th5-CM56whI/AAAAAAAAAII/BY7LFUZhOO0/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see from that gigantic smile. She still has no teeth. I'm just hoping she gets her dad's teeth. (All thirty-two of them...or I guess she could be missing those wisdom teeth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNZjz3fuwt0/Th5-Bz3FdeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RJRuljn9csk/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629075153825920482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNZjz3fuwt0/Th5-Bz3FdeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RJRuljn9csk/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh how much I love her!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90-HNLER4vY/Th5-BcaV0LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pbTnFIDiNVk/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629075147531342002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-90-HNLER4vY/Th5-BcaV0LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pbTnFIDiNVk/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And oh how much she loves the guitar! And her "Dadadadaaaaad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km3wDyrRXMQ/Th5-BOZ0ctI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lcAYxhHR9cU/s1600/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629075143771058898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-km3wDyrRXMQ/Th5-BOZ0ctI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lcAYxhHR9cU/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, and she kind of likes this girl too. And, that sippy cup full of ice cold water. She is a really great little eater, as long as it's not the same little snack as the last little snack. Oh, and it can't come out of a baby jar either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9mW0sKB8s/Th5-Ax4eOtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2FN9wEIkVI4/s1600/IMG_0160.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629075136114997970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9mW0sKB8s/Th5-Ax4eOtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2FN9wEIkVI4/s320/IMG_0160.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I already say she has quite the mind of her own? bahahhaha just like her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmYGm1-lkA8/Th572WQSDrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Er9woeTyMxQ/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629072757876723378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FmYGm1-lkA8/Th572WQSDrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Er9woeTyMxQ/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inquisitive much? Her favorite pastime is exploring. And when she discovers anything that is super wonderful (like mommy's phone) she giggles to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Oy9vJQbng/Th5715B4wVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UPs3KAjY-aA/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629072750031716690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Oy9vJQbng/Th5715B4wVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UPs3KAjY-aA/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this is a smile that melts hearts and really gives the orders in this house. LOVE this lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-7109785457447353131?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/7109785457447353131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-months-and-gorgeous-as-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/7109785457447353131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/7109785457447353131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-months-and-gorgeous-as-ever.html' title='10 Months and Gorgeous as Ever!!!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/-TayKRiRmO0A/Th5_-Mq-q5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tYdse4J6pSA/s72-c/199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-7512878020827409280</id><published>2011-05-18T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:34:00.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I start, look at what my wonderful husband and baby got me for Mother's Day! YAYAYAYAY!!! I can't tell you how much time this little gem is going to save me. Thanks Wes and Suzi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608144642890237122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8GVFJqD7Eo/TdQh1uh7hMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/81jZo-1QXxU/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;And now, once upon a time we drove to Pleasant Grove for a day in the sky. Our sweet Suzi slumbered the whole way. But, alas she awoke the second we arrived and stayed that way until 1:30 am... Three hours later the tired parents left the peacful princess with her happy grandparents and set out for the perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608144647372202802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZqPOmMa1f8/TdQh1_Og4zI/AAAAAAAAAFM/d6L55Vij9gU/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lots of fabric, happy faces, and a gnarly consent that I didn't even read. Can you guess our first adventure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608144648962017314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBg3h6ysjtI/TdQh2FJjiCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5WkELzFWdio/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot Air Ballooning, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608150715328591826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIML9dj7M6c/TdQnXMIDd9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sqbyME80hEo/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;We learned much about air currents and counted at least 15 seconds as Wes's spit fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608144656177759138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2R88sjPvivo/TdQh2gB7A6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/OcW7GcOcw98/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;Look how tiny those houses are! It was a strange,but liberating feeling floating in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608144662137844946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_ViYqzmxnM/TdQh22O6tNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FNa6EHRPnp0/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;Interesting side note: Did you know that when hot air balloons were first invented in France (I think...), when they landed on personal property, many people had never seen or heard of these strange, round flying saucers. The poor people were scared to death, thinking they were being invaded by aliens or some other man-eating beast. So, it became tradition for the balloon riders to take wine and bread with them to share as a peace offering once on the ground. This saved many from being stabbed with pitchforks. Our live-saving treat was donuts and juice. mmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to the real fun! Our Aunt Trudy is dating an old friend who just so happens to be a U2 and stunt plane pilot. This Guy (that's his name) is legit. He trained the Blue Angels. There's his pretty plane equipped with fancy smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608146650173125618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUg6pyQP9mo/TdQjqkPds_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/aGhDGwaz_Co/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;And though watching is fun, we didn't just watch...we rode in the sky! Here's Wes, ready for take-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608146653678849922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ac7gbpPVT_k/TdQjqxTSz4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/9kKzx-06RUo/s320/084.JPG" /&gt;And now it's my turn. So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608146661156863522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B32bpV0j-7I/TdQjrNKMPiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8ejLFpQ_0r0/s320/087.JPG" /&gt;We did all sorts of special stunts; flips and rolls, cloverleaves, humpty bumps, and straight-up flying upside down, just to name a few. We experienced 4-5 Gs, and -1 G within seconds of each other. I got to fly for a bit over to mt. timp, and Wes got to try out some stunts all on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608146670188740786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-saFxsy95lKs/TdQjruzjwLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pxKPX1m6n74/s320/089.JPG" /&gt;Thanks Trudy and Guy for a perfect day. Thanks Dallen and Roberta for getting us there and watching our sweetheart for much of it. And Thanks Heavenly Father for answering our prayers with beautiful weather. What a fantastic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608168097317823826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egbFC7tvKro/TdQ3K9FOpVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3ofupe8pLUA/s320/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-7512878020827409280?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/7512878020827409280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/7512878020827409280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/7512878020827409280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-in-sky.html' title='A Day in the Sky'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/-X8GVFJqD7Eo/TdQh1uh7hMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/81jZo-1QXxU/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-3345207353569191787</id><published>2010-12-14T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:06:13.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;It's a fact. I am SO not good at blogging. But here we are, after three super short months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;INTRODUCING:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Suzi Ruuuuuuuuth Ward!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550767070830359602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhJPd_HdDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wTXoXkRfisk/s320/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Starring in her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fantastic Firsts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550758193279134450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhBKuh96vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HxWldS_6fl4/s320/056.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;First opportunity to bond with dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550759027285199986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhB7RcgjHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D_XDdZP2TYM/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550760941244801746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhDqrgCYtI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rE9BuYDm770/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First tanning bed  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cursed jaundice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550763903910917778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhGXISrtpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GXv7D4gFpFw/s320/IMG_4781%2Bedit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;First Glamour Shoot and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550762801017509170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhFW7sZ1TI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y8jEFUhQTDA/s320/IMG_0672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;First Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;We are having so much fun with our sweet little lady and all of her firsts! We love her more than we could imagine possible and feel so blessed every day to have her here with us. She is such a happy, smiley baby. Here's one for the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550763902816636930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhGXENyUAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6jgc9fgw9zo/s320/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/1633112684881574525-3345207353569191787?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/3345207353569191787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-fact.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/3345207353569191787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/3345207353569191787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/_qmTHidVscM4/TQhJPd_HdDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wTXoXkRfisk/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-8966491684426205908</id><published>2010-06-02T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:10:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy and Pictures :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, it's been forever and I finally decided I should update the blogage. How bout some prego pictures, eh? This first one was take shortly after we found out I'm pregnant, like 5 minutes after.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478348939687183986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TAcBVcmxRnI/AAAAAAAAACs/UFqrfE-iU8Q/s320/196.JPG" /&gt;This was while we were shopping for maternity pants. Isn't he so cute with the belly?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478355547825345314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TAcHWF1rkyI/AAAAAAAAADU/4AHrvNNk-Wg/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;Easter time...uh like 17ish weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478348957788323730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TAcBWgCav5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/zPsBqlJP6v4/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;And here we are on Mother's Day. Wes and Suzi (the baby) got me a new dress that actually fits and is comfy!! I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478348963447279538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TAcBW1Hnj7I/AAAAAAAAADE/CUgk5q-OgX8/s320/mothers+day+belly.jpg" /&gt;And here we are 2 days ago. I am now 26 weeks and I've popped! I swear I get bigger every day. Pregnancy is very interesting. Picking things up off the floor is getting quite difficult. Also I love ice cream. ALL THE TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TAcBXDneW5I/AAAAAAAAADM/R3rNqZnFOOc/s1600/june1belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478348967338990482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/TAcBXDneW5I/AAAAAAAAADM/R3rNqZnFOOc/s320/june1belly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;More adventurous pictures to follow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-8966491684426205908?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/8966491684426205908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2010/06/pregnancy-and-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/8966491684426205908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/8966491684426205908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2010/06/pregnancy-and-pictures.html' title='Pregnancy and Pictures :)'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/_qmTHidVscM4/TAcBVcmxRnI/AAAAAAAAACs/UFqrfE-iU8Q/s72-c/196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-3626522421431189686</id><published>2010-01-08T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:48:29.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof to Support My Smallest-mouth Sister Jeigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJjzpPFwI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8ueV3vFfbI/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424596261930997506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJjzpPFwI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8ueV3vFfbI/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJjkxM0jI/AAAAAAAAACc/i8aQ91Y8QCc/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424596257937871410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJjkxM0jI/AAAAAAAAACc/i8aQ91Y8QCc/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJjGoe5tI/AAAAAAAAACU/m6KqWryRrMw/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424596249848243922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJjGoe5tI/AAAAAAAAACU/m6KqWryRrMw/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJiohA39I/AAAAAAAAACM/VYlYFK7Cxgg/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424596241763852242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJiohA39I/AAAAAAAAACM/VYlYFK7Cxgg/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJiQZlGzI/AAAAAAAAACE/GQK6dPJJi_U/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424596235290221362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJiQZlGzI/AAAAAAAAACE/GQK6dPJJi_U/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup we have big mouths and we've learned to laugh with them.  It's too bad we have big bums too.  Someday we'll learn to laugh with them too...my brothers already have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS  nobody threw up though it may appear as such.  Jeigh got close.  I gagged once.  Mostly we were laughing&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/1633112684881574525-3626522421431189686?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/3626522421431189686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2010/01/proof-to-support-my-smallest-mouth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/3626522421431189686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/3626522421431189686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2010/01/proof-to-support-my-smallest-mouth.html' title='Proof to Support My Smallest-mouth Sister Jeigh'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/_qmTHidVscM4/S0gJjzpPFwI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8ueV3vFfbI/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-223317934576474933</id><published>2009-12-16T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:15:45.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!  With Angels...</title><content type='html'>Hi all you beautiful people who happen upon the blog. I'm back!! I got married :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416001574610219682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmTHidVscM4/SymAvKWZMqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DYl_FQdaofs/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" /&gt;and didn't die, though we were both sick for weeks. I've just been ridiculously busy. But, since my husband isn't home to study yet, I thought I'd drop a little note...something that will perhaps bring a smile to your face, in spite of the finals' dundrums. For a long time I've been wanting to write a book or something entitled "My Angels." No, it is not a sappy love-story thing, though it may sound that way. The idea came to me during a women's conference when Uchdorf was speaking. If I can find the quote I'll add it at the end...but he talked about creating. It was inspiring! So, here and there I notice little everyday things that people do or say that uplift and testify to me. They become my angels, helping me get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel #1- The Little Girl Who Came into the Dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great one to start with because it's a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; story! I love Christmas!!! So, when all the little chillin's come into the dentist I ask them what they want Santa to bring them. Last year, the general concensus was a game boy, and a variety of other random toys and games. But one little girl said the most interesting thing. When I asked her what she wanted for Christmas she said "whatever I get." Really? It was so refreshing! After weeks of hearing children talk about the hundreds of toys they wanted and didn't need, this nine year old professed that she didn't care what she got, she would be happy with whatever. I was so surprised by her remark, it made me think (I love when that happens!) It made me appreciate all the things I have and all the fantastic things I've been given...most importantly the gifts we receive from the Savior. Isn't that what Christmas is really about anyway? Thank you little niner. By being selfless, you taught me what Christmas is all about.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my extraordinary family and all your love and support!! And, thanks to my great friends who stick by me even though we haven't seen much of anyone lately. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-223317934576474933?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/223317934576474933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-with-angels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/223317934576474933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/223317934576474933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-with-angels.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!  With Angels...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</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/_qmTHidVscM4/SymAvKWZMqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DYl_FQdaofs/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633112684881574525.post-2809652868889955069</id><published>2009-08-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:48:43.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story You're All Dying to Hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Preface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes arrived home from Brazil on July 23rd. That night we went to a movie and he stole the ring I was wearing. The pattern didn't change. Every time I wore a ring he stole it. Once I asked if I could have them back. He told me I'd have to find the stash. Oh, and Wes gave me a hammock he brought back from Brazil. It hangs between the apricot and plum trees in my backyard. It's beautiful and we love it! ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story Time :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to the hammock to get the books we had been reading earlier. Wes lovingly pulled me in. I lied. Wes tackled me into the hammock. Then the confusing and dreaded words escaped his lips, "This might be the last time we cuddle." What in the world is that supposed to mean?! Is he breaking up with me? "Eh?" I wondered aloud. He told me about how he was thinking about going into the army. Oh course that wasn't true. But he said "I guess I better give these back." He handed me all of the rings he had stolen except one. It was a coconut ring he sent me while he was on his mission. "Do you want this back?" Sure do! He enclosed the ring in his hand and told me to squeeze it. Okay... squeeeeeeeze squeeze squeze open. No ring. It disappeared. Or, as Wes said, it was absorbed into his bloodstream.  He slid out of the hammock into kneeling position.  Wow, wow, wow!  Wait a minute, is he proposing!  No, he's just fooling around.  Just a second ago he was breaking up with me.  No, I think he's proposing!!  While my mind raced through a million questions I was sqeezing his hand again.  As I opened it I caught a glimps of something shimmering in the moonlight.  Could it be?  Wes started to speak.  "I love you.  I want to spend forever with you.  You know, the usual mormon speil....I'm so nervous!!!"  Yes....?!  "Will you marry me?" he finally choked out.  "OF COURSE!" was my reply.  I squeezed his hand one more time to make the coconut ring reappear.  Wearing all 50 rings (Okay, maybe it was more like six) we shared one of those ultra special I-just-got-engaged hugs and maybe just a little kiss. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAQs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were you surprised? &lt;/em&gt;Utterly!!  We had talked about getting married before.  But Wes kept hinting toward next July.  I didn't want to wait that long, but was willing to wait it out until he was ready.  I thought maybe he was still getting over the mission jitters.  He told me there were some things he needed to work out before he would propose.  Turns out he just wanted his big I-just-got-home family get together to be done first.  I didn't expect it for at least a couple months.  I was completely surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you set a date yet?  &lt;/em&gt;You know it!  We are getting married on Saturday October 24th in the Rexburg temple at 10:00am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you gotten a ring yet?  &lt;/em&gt;I forgot to specify in the story.  Wes bought me a fantastic ring that was a Walmart special.  He spent $8.88 and I love it.  But we got a gorgeous for reals ring at Samuels (we love those guys.  They're fun) and we are just waiting for it to be sized...I'll have it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you going to keep the Walmart ring? &lt;/em&gt;Yesterday I would have told you yes...forever!  But something bad happened.  The ring was starting to turn my finger green.  So instead of washing it raw at work I decided to put it in my purse.  When I got home and attempted to put it back on, lo and behold it was gone.  I'm still mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do ya love me?  Do ya love me?  Are you playin your love games...with me?  &lt;/em&gt;That was a little something for Phil and Tod and Tyson and any other lovers of the mighty boosh who may read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did he ask your dad before he proposed? &lt;/em&gt;He did.  Isn't he such a gentleman!  He took my dad to lunch the friday before he proposed.  My whole family knew it was coming and I was off on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long after he got home did he ask you?&lt;/em&gt;  2 and a half weeks.  He asked me Monday August 10th at approximately 11:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did everything go as he had planned? &lt;/em&gt;Does it ever?  When Anthony proposed he dripped gas a block and barely had enough to get his car running.  Nope Wes was going to ask me early in the evening.  There were a load of precious neices and nephews here, however, who just love to be around Wes and wouldn't leave us alone.  Therefore, he proposed like 3 hours after planned.  We're just lucky Roberta didn't call him to come home.  She almost did.  Wes said he would have given up and done it a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you so excited?  &lt;/em&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633112684881574525-2809652868889955069?l=chels-wesward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/feeds/2809652868889955069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/2809652868889955069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633112684881574525/posts/default/2809652868889955069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chels-wesward.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-you.html' title='The Story You&apos;re All Dying to Hear'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760839944310519995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
