<?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-1905363494110870306</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:44:26.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whetten Familia</title><subtitle type='html'>Once Upon a Time in Mexico</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dena</name><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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3264762184020013662</id><published>2009-04-12T22:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:07:24.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our family is growing!</title><content type='html'>So, I know those of you with those FANCY blogging things (gadgets? Ok, just kidding- I tried to sound smart, I really don't know what they're called!)  that tell you when someone has a new post and what the title is....JUMPED to read this one.  haha...made you look.  But I didn't lie!  This week Tori gets a hubby and we get a brother-in-law/uncle.  He's actually been in our fam for awhile, but this makes it official.  We think he's great.  Reuben is the ringbearer and has been modeling all week..."mommy, I hold the pillow like THIS" hands cupped oh so carefully..."and I no drop it!"  Let's hope not!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeLFvnICdjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z3wpZQPucIo/s1600-h/toriandnelson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324035131252569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeLFvnICdjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z3wpZQPucIo/s320/toriandnelson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a pic of the cute couple!  Nelson and Tori.  We're so excited!  Congratulations you two!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-3264762184020013662?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3264762184020013662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3264762184020013662' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3264762184020013662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3264762184020013662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-family-is-growing.html' title='our family is growing!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeLFvnICdjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z3wpZQPucIo/s72-c/toriandnelson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3791004554722338881</id><published>2009-04-12T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:53:34.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter with Cousins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752349780905&amp;amp;site=widget-a9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752349780905&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p1/576460752349780905/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752349780905&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p2/576460752349780905/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=576460752349780905&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p4/576460752349780905/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1905363494110870306-3791004554722338881?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3791004554722338881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3791004554722338881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3791004554722338881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3791004554722338881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Easter with Cousins!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-311388880230259128</id><published>2009-04-12T21:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:43:57.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Aunt Becky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Aunt Becky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are great! We love the aprons you made us and wear them often...even though our mommy is a slacker and has taken forever to post this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeK0adSQdFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-fYu4vHQd3c/s1600-h/DSCN1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324016076136150098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeK0adSQdFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-fYu4vHQd3c/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even wears her apron to fix the yummy Rachel Ray food....and we like our ROASTED (not burnt) trees with the delicious garlic gravy and french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeK1UG7jJ1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ibg9erHIDfw/s1600-h/DSCN1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324017066567739218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeK1UG7jJ1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ibg9erHIDfw/s320/DSCN1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But we weren't allowed in the kitchen for FOUR hours while she made these meringues....because the oven door had to be open. Yes, they were good but too sweet and our mommy says she hopes we liked them because she'll never make them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeK2gSoUnpI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FuhWWh89WJY/s1600-h/DSCN1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324018375378378386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeK2gSoUnpI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FuhWWh89WJY/s320/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really wish she'd stop trying to be all fancy and cook things like you...we are fine with chicken nuggets.  Honestly, we think she just likes to wear her apron.  But we don't blame her.  We wear ours to make cookies AND to play with legos.  Thanks again!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, Reuben &amp;amp; Jace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS.  Come visit.  Bring James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-311388880230259128?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/311388880230259128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=311388880230259128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/311388880230259128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/311388880230259128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-aunt-becky.html' title='For Aunt Becky'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SeK0adSQdFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-fYu4vHQd3c/s72-c/DSCN1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-4693268008819897386</id><published>2009-02-02T18:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:42:45.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love THIS man:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYefYx2fwAI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ii-Zsp9RktU/s1600-h/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298378734672265218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYefYx2fwAI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ii-Zsp9RktU/s320/039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone knows I married Jorge for his good looks. Yes, I'm that shallow. Everything else has just been a HUGE bonus! Not only is he the best husband and father, but he's also a hard worker and did not complain one bit that I have spent literally ALL day blogging (in my pajamas). Seriously. I have a new layout (that because of my computer illiteracy, took me HOURS), 5 million new posts, and he has ran in all day to keep my fire going (the REAL one, keep your mind out of the gutter). I love him. He really is my best friend. Valentine's Day is coming up...you think I could pass up being mushy?!  no way.&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/1905363494110870306-4693268008819897386?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4693268008819897386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=4693268008819897386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4693268008819897386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4693268008819897386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-love-this-man.html' title='why i love THIS man:'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYefYx2fwAI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ii-Zsp9RktU/s72-c/039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-5564060454179199513</id><published>2009-02-02T17:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:15:08.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brotherly love...of sugar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYeV2Oclf3I/AAAAAAAAAco/1rXk_XuAqi0/s1600-h/DSCN0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298368245448146802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYeV2Oclf3I/AAAAAAAAAco/1rXk_XuAqi0/s400/DSCN0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is on my desktop at work.  It's one of my favorites, mainly because it captures &lt;em&gt;them, &lt;/em&gt;not posing or acting silly, just doing something they love....eating....sugar.  Where'd they get &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; from?! &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/1905363494110870306-5564060454179199513?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5564060454179199513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=5564060454179199513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/5564060454179199513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/5564060454179199513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/brotherly-loveof-sugar.html' title='brotherly love...of sugar.'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYeV2Oclf3I/AAAAAAAAAco/1rXk_XuAqi0/s72-c/DSCN0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-6759445749998716889</id><published>2009-02-02T16:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:12:01.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad day...</title><content type='html'>This weekend marked the end of the Christmas season for us.  We had so much fun with everyone.  It was all so bittersweet, happy that we were able to spend time together for the holidays, and sad the time had to end.  Saturday morning I took our tree down and stored all the decorations.  We were gone most of the time on vacation, and were blessed to get an extended vacation with more days with my mom, seeing family again for my dad's wedding, and starting school later.  So we've kept the tree up as long as possible.  I've absolutely loved it.  The boys still wanted to make Christmas cookies or Christmas cinnamon rolls (a new invention, just the cinnamon rolls with red and green sprinkles!) and it was still working for me to say that Santa Clause wouldn't bring presents if they were naughty.  But it is now February, and I realize I was probably that last person on the planet to take my tree down but I have to admit that I absolutely loved it.  I loved the coziness every night when it was cold and we were cuddled up to watch a movie (or American Idol!).  Most of all, I loved what Christmas felt like for me.  It was a giant hope for peace.  And while that may not happen, we can still hope and pray.  I love my family more than anything, and never imagined I'd one day be fasting for protection from the unmentionable.  President Utchdorf gave a wonderful talk on hope in October.  In it he mentions, "The Lord has given us a reassuring message of hope: “Fear not, little flock.” God will wait with “open arms to receive”those who give away their sins and continue in faith, hope, and charity.&lt;br /&gt;And to all who suffer—to all who feel discouraged, worried, or lonely—I say with love and deep concern for you, never give in.  Never surrender.  Never allow despair to overcome your spirit." So I'm praying the feeling of Christmas hope will continue...even though the tree is down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-6759445749998716889?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6759445749998716889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=6759445749998716889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6759445749998716889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6759445749998716889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-day.html' title='a sad day...'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-20385573674670055</id><published>2009-02-02T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:52:27.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdqizuyFbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vtR5CLfPjMQ/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdqizuyFbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vtR5CLfPjMQ/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-20385573674670055?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/20385573674670055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=20385573674670055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/20385573674670055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/20385573674670055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_3790.html' title='Christmas Collage'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdqizuyFbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vtR5CLfPjMQ/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-2038142582015809705</id><published>2009-02-02T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:09:39.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsFAR81I/AAAAAAAAAa4/M1IpCAe3ECA/s1600-h/DSCN0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsFAR81I/AAAAAAAAAa4/M1IpCAe3ECA/s400/DSCN0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We got together with some friends to have the kids make gingerbread houses, and they loved it.  Jace is showing his favorite part- eating the candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsAwoc_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/7P-1RuGUrfE/s1600-h/DSCN0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsAwoc_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/7P-1RuGUrfE/s400/DSCN0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nice work, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsUf8GcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4Y0QINiNILc/s1600-h/DSCN0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsUf8GcI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4Y0QINiNILc/s400/DSCN0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Jace...where's the candy now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsU-QHvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DfH39al1F_c/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SYdfsU-QHvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DfH39al1F_c/s400/DSCN0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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He is so different from Reuben.  Not only did I get my brown-eyed baby, but he's also a mama's boy (still)  and not as talkative (yes, still).  He gets so shy around strangers, hides his face, and runs away.  I remember one day when Reuben was a baby, we were at a restaurant here in town and the waitress wanted to take Reuben to show his blue eyes to the chef.  We let her, and he gladly went.  Now-a-days I would not only NEVER let this happen, but neither would Jace.  He would cling for dear life, and I love it.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyQYy8jdaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RoNGrkaM1u0/s1600-h/DSCN0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251619038393762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyQYy8jdaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RoNGrkaM1u0/s320/DSCN0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a picture of Reuben in this outfit and Jorge's hat when he was the same age.  It's the one on the left side of the blog.  What do you think?  Complete opposites? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyQYW0SekI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aBOLBX9tAu4/s1600-h/DSCN0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251611487533634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyQYW0SekI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aBOLBX9tAu4/s320/DSCN0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace has been curiously exploring how underwear works.  He's decided to make a fashion statement, in his support of Reuben's potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyQX9snf9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tPSb4_UCzGM/s1600-h/DSCN0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251604744470482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyQX9snf9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/tPSb4_UCzGM/s320/DSCN0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was undressing Jace to get him in the bathtub, when he escaped.  This is where I found him.  He wants to be everything Reuben is and do everything he does.  That can be good and bad!  He sometimes does not realize he's 2 years younger and I'm sure he'll be giving me a heart attack soon.  Brave boy.  His devilishly handsome smile says it all.  I told Allison tonight that I've been blog-neglecting Jace.  I've had a lot to say about Reuben with his potty training and you know, talking!  But I love Jace too and wouldn't change him for the world.  Just thought you should know! have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-7444364393110360308?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7444364393110360308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=7444364393110360308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7444364393110360308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7444364393110360308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-not-baby-anymore-baby.html' title='my not-a-baby-anymore baby'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyQYy8jdaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RoNGrkaM1u0/s72-c/DSCN0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-1161875491552840360</id><published>2008-12-07T19:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:56:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving. 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752341272619&amp;amp;site=widget-2b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752341272619&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p1/576460752341272619/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752341272619&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p2/576460752341272619/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=576460752341272619&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2b.slide.com/p4/576460752341272619/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1905363494110870306-1161875491552840360?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1161875491552840360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=1161875491552840360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1161875491552840360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1161875491552840360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/embed-src-httpwidget-2b.html' title='Thanksgiving. 08'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-1418455984329135902</id><published>2008-12-07T19:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:48:52.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyDbcEKjnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/poeBAhJuxts/s1600-h/DSCN0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277237370784747122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyDbcEKjnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/poeBAhJuxts/s320/DSCN0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Christmas! I love shopping for everyone, making hot chocolate (almost daily), Christmas music, cookies, decor, etc...and I especially loved Christmas tonight. I had made pumpkin bread after church and of course hot chocolate (secret mexicany ingredient: cinnamon)! to go with it while we watched the 1st Presidency's Christmas message. Reuben has learned that Christmas is "Jesus's birthday party" and he paid so much attention to the program. Here are his comments. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said OATMEAL!" (in reference to Pres. Uchtdorf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, HE said Jesus Christ." (Pres. Eyring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bishop, mommy, bishop!" (again, Pres. Eyring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't comment during President Monson's talk, but listened so carefully and pronounced his little sincere "Amen" at the end. How my little 3 year old's attention span lasted so long was beyond me, but I'm glad it did. It was so heart warming to sit with my little family and listen to loving reminders about the Christmas season and celebration of our Savior's birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-1418455984329135902?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1418455984329135902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=1418455984329135902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1418455984329135902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1418455984329135902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/STyDbcEKjnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/poeBAhJuxts/s72-c/DSCN0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-9113310002187770027</id><published>2008-11-20T10:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:34:25.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first.</title><content type='html'>Reuben is my firstborn.  The first to make me a mother.  Well, this weekend I had another first.  The first time I've experienced potty-training.  It was great.  Reuben is great.  I have learned so much from having him, and he is amazing. It brings tears to my eyes every time I think about how we almost lost him. Most 27 weekers don't make it, or do, but with a lot of challenges. He is so smart, good looking, and creative (all 3 of which I'm sure he got from his Daddy!) We had a 3 day weekend, thanks to some unknown-to-me Mexican holiday, so I decided to POTTY TRAIN REUBEN! I know, I know...if you're doing the math, I'll help you out. He's almost 3 1/2. But I didn't want this to be frustrating for either of us, especially since my time with him now is limited. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting on his first sticker! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWiyVPmX3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/77DydWHmRMQ/s1600-h/DSCN0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797924486766450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWiyVPmX3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/77DydWHmRMQ/s320/DSCN0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so proud of his big boy underwear, but a little embarrassed to have me take a picture! He kept telling me that he wears underwear and Jace uses diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWg9Lt9ygI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XAUzfaQQQs4/s1600-h/DSCN0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795911885081090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWg9Lt9ygI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XAUzfaQQQs4/s320/DSCN0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started bright and early Saturday morning (5:30 to be exact).  He tried for a while, while watching cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWg93t31GI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dKtzxpJz3W4/s1600-h/DSCN0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795923695850594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWg93t31GI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dKtzxpJz3W4/s320/DSCN0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...even had to have a snack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797921890174130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWiyLkhhLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SWFP2JeNdvg/s320/DSCN0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We read his "Potty Train" book...a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWg9g7onFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5Zub57mgoJg/s1600-h/DSCN0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795917579557970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWg9g7onFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5Zub57mgoJg/s320/DSCN0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at the end of the 3 days,  HE'S POTTY TRAINED!  He's so proud, and so are we!  Yes, the first day had it's share of accidents.   Jorge told him that after he's potty-trained, he'd take him to the ranch to ride horses all day.  After that, the stickers kept piling on!  (Jorge, when we potty train Jace, please make that promise on the first day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWiyic94AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6r2B7m5f878/s1600-h/DSCN0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797928032493570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWiyic94AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6r2B7m5f878/s320/DSCN0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For every successful "go" (how do you say that?!) he would get a sticker and an M&amp;amp;M.  Jace stood watch, and when he saw the results, he'd run and ask for an "em!" also.   Look at all those stickers!  Man, he can pee!  On a funny note, he would get so distracted and say, "mommy, it's LONG!"  Yes Reuben, please go.  Silly boy.  Successful weekend!  YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1905363494110870306-9113310002187770027?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/9113310002187770027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=9113310002187770027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/9113310002187770027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/9113310002187770027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first.html' title='my first.'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SSWiyVPmX3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/77DydWHmRMQ/s72-c/DSCN0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3216867768822808570</id><published>2008-11-04T15:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:54:26.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of the sick day</title><content type='html'>This was the afternoon of our "sick day".... usually I don't cook lunch so we weren't stocked for today (atleast with anything that sounded yummy), so we ordered PIZZA! Reuben was pretty amazed that our pizza came on a "moto".&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRDQR-vroYI/AAAAAAAAARc/KroTdKuefUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264936971715453314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRDQR-vroYI/AAAAAAAAARc/KroTdKuefUQ/s320/DSCN0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jorge was cleaning out his closet and found this. We do not put bumper stickers on our vehicles. I think it's somewhat rednecky, if that's a word. But Reuben was happy with his. I'm going to ignore what implications that may have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRDQRhhDj4I/AAAAAAAAARU/wwQK-hrWkUk/s1600-h/DSCN0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264936963869478786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRDQRhhDj4I/AAAAAAAAARU/wwQK-hrWkUk/s320/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put Reuben down for a nap and FOUND THIS. My fault. I left a pile of folded laundry in the basket in their room. So after he tried getting up a zillion times, I took him back to the disaster area and calmly explained that if he didn't take a nap he'd need a time out. He just looked up at me and said, "I'm poopy mommy." Augh.....so THAT'S why....*beware: diaper changing lingo....I changed his diaper and said, "Reuben, you did have a little turd." To which he replied, "It's a TURTLE!" hahahaha...... Have a happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRDQRSverPI/AAAAAAAAARM/D_TPR2-dqAs/s1600-h/DSCN0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264936959903444210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRDQRSverPI/AAAAAAAAARM/D_TPR2-dqAs/s320/DSCN0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1905363494110870306-3216867768822808570?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3216867768822808570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3216867768822808570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3216867768822808570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3216867768822808570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-was-afternoon-of-our-sick-day.html' title='the rest of the sick day'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRDQR-vroYI/AAAAAAAAARc/KroTdKuefUQ/s72-c/DSCN0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-2584592290659200777</id><published>2008-11-04T09:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:57:29.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jace's Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Jace threw up  every 20 minutes for 4 hours.  It was aweful, but more-so because he is my son who can EAT.  The poor kid was starving.  I thought he could try a piece of toast....no.  Big mistake (on him, me and the floor).  So after I arranged to not go to work, etc...he ran and stole Reuben's pb&amp;amp;j sandwich and scarfed it down faster than you can imagine.  &lt;em&gt;And &lt;/em&gt;surprisingly, he held it down.  So after that and teaspoon by teaspoon of Pedialyte, he's fine.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCJ0OG8fYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Lunfh5HswAs/s1600-h/DSCN0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264859494629539202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCJ0OG8fYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Lunfh5HswAs/s400/DSCN0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys had baths and fell asleep watching a rodeo.  They were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCHwL7N3pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AByyOEFXqfc/s1600-h/DSCN0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264857226300743314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCHwL7N3pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AByyOEFXqfc/s400/DSCN0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jace's new smile in response to "say cheese"...isn't it the cutest thing EVER?!  Does he even look sick?!  NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCE64bwpzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZDjKejYwDQs/s1600-h/DSCN0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264854111512209202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCE64bwpzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZDjKejYwDQs/s400/DSCN0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reuben wasn't very happy when he started roping him, so he resorted to roping himself...yes, my sick boy....I think he was totally faking it...just wanting another day with mommy.  The weekend was too short!  Although I asked Reuben what he wanted to do today..."go to Grandma's!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCC8-4amCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jv93fL5iWYE/s1600-h/DSCN0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264851948579493922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCC8-4amCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jv93fL5iWYE/s400/DSCN0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace is growing up so fast.  He's still my baby, but he's so independent.  So although I was imagining worse case scenarios yesterday (I seriously thought he ate plastic off of a Halloween candy and it blocked his plumbing...etc.) He's absolutely wonderful and feeling fine.  He even ate one of Grandma's cinnamon rolls with chocolate chips.  My sick baby.  I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-2584592290659200777?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2584592290659200777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=2584592290659200777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2584592290659200777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2584592290659200777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/jaces-sick-day.html' title='Jace&apos;s Sick Day'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SRCJ0OG8fYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Lunfh5HswAs/s72-c/DSCN0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3919280799272080997</id><published>2008-11-01T12:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:06:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-57.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752339838295&amp;amp;site=widget-57.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Cambria is amazing.  Anyone who knows her, knows it.  She totally went all out for Halloween, and thankfully asked us to join in the fun!  We ate dinner in a pumpkin,  carved pumpkins, ate DELICIOUS pumpkin pie, and even went to our ward Halloween party.  Reuben was a lion, but refused to let me draw a lion nose and whiskers.  He said make-up is for girls.....I even told him I bought a special pencil that's for boys...nope.  He didn't buy it.   Reuben won a plate of cupcakes on the cake walk, and loved that his had a plastic spider on it.  For some reason, that was the funniest thing ever!  Hope you all had a fun, safe weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752339838295&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p1/576460752339838295/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752339838295&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p2/576460752339838295/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752339838295&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-57.slide.com/p4/576460752339838295/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-3919280799272080997?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3919280799272080997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3919280799272080997' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3919280799272080997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3919280799272080997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-8565922461061141838</id><published>2008-10-26T19:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:53:56.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OuR WeEkeNd!~</title><content type='html'>Today we went to church, came home, and ate lunch.  While I was cleaning up, Jorge was in the playroom building a house of legos with Reuben.  Jace decided he wanted to drive....and he was going and going and going....until all of a sudden it was silent.  I couldn't hear the wheels anymore, so I went looking....this is what I found: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SQUqfcnrxhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aLVCkGOz0bY/s1600-h/DSCN0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658459399243282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SQUqfcnrxhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aLVCkGOz0bY/s400/DSCN0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sound asleep.  He didn't even wake up as I twisted his body out of the car.   Jorge had been gone for a few days, and we hadn't been home- so we thought we'd skip any chores or errands that needed done and just spend time with each other.  AND of course, that means movies and popcorn!  Luckily I got a shot of the boys before the popcorn turned over.  I loved how they were just hanging out together, not annoyed that the other might be in the other's personal comfort space....just watchin' a movie and eating popcorn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SQUqe4gBq2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2NkEyphlzc0/s1600-h/DSCN0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658449703447394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SQUqe4gBq2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2NkEyphlzc0/s400/DSCN0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we had a fun, somewhat lazy weekend.  I asked Reuben what kind of cookies he wanted to make this weekend.  (thinking he'd probably want cowboy cookies)  His answer was: CHOCOLATE and KETCHUP!  So I told him I would make him chocolate and ketchup cookies...I made brownies and &lt;em&gt;accidently&lt;/em&gt; forgot to put the ketchup in!  Hope you all had a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-8565922461061141838?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8565922461061141838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=8565922461061141838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8565922461061141838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8565922461061141838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-weekend.html' title='OuR WeEkeNd!~'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SQUqfcnrxhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aLVCkGOz0bY/s72-c/DSCN0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-7805161194041234636</id><published>2008-10-25T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:58:13.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy "Hawolleen" party!  thanks mercedes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752339444238&amp;amp;site=widget-0e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752339444238&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p1/576460752339444238/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752339444238&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p2/576460752339444238/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=576460752339444238&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0e.slide.com/p4/576460752339444238/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1905363494110870306-7805161194041234636?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7805161194041234636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=7805161194041234636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7805161194041234636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7805161194041234636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Happy &quot;Hawolleen&quot; party!  thanks mercedes!!!'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-4061605982474208104</id><published>2008-10-18T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:20:13.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SPp7IKt2VsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3pOlqS69ato/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258650895154304706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SPp7IKt2VsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3pOlqS69ato/s400/turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after I gave the boys a bath, Jorge asked for us to come outside for a minute.  I was so confused as to why (especially since it meant a 99.9% chance of getting dirty again and needing to bathe in the morning before church)....until I saw it.  the turtle.  This was no ordinary turtle.  It was not shy, did not hide from us, and walked very fast (ok- it ran).   So what did my boys do???  THEY ROPED IT.  poor turtle.  I'd run too!  But they had a blast!  maybe jorge should start a new sport.  I'd worry less if my boys were roping turtles instead of big steers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-4061605982474208104?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4061605982474208104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=4061605982474208104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4061605982474208104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4061605982474208104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-night-fun.html' title='saturday night fun'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SPp7IKt2VsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3pOlqS69ato/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-4483655155737938956</id><published>2008-09-28T16:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:34:56.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...by marci.</title><content type='html'>Sorry....I guess I was tagged a long time ago, and I remembered seeing it but didn't have time. So here it is!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmendoza.blogspot.com/2008/08/joys-fears-and-obssessions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joys, Fears, and Obssessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rules: list 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 surprising facts and then tag 5 other people. Leave a comment for the people you tag so they know they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Joys.&lt;br /&gt;1. Holding my sleeping babies.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dancing with Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;3. Listening to rain on a tin roof.&lt;br /&gt;Fears.&lt;br /&gt;1. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being with the wrong person at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Having anything happen to any one of my 3 boys.&lt;br /&gt;Current obsessions/collections&lt;br /&gt;1. Actually, I'm currently obsessed with de-junking. so...anti-collecting?!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm trying to convince Santa Claus to bring the boys a dog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Organic chicken eggs and goatmilk. NO, I'm not necessarily obsessed and it's not a "collection" but I believe it's healthier- and hey- I Do have to balance out the weekend cookies!&lt;br /&gt;Surprising facts&lt;br /&gt;1. I have one square lamp in my house and I'm trying to have it be diagonal on the entertainment center and it&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a strict shower routine, but a few weeks ago I was pretty tired and put SHAMPOO on my face. kinda disappointed in myself. I've had the same routine since high school....&lt;br /&gt;3. To some this may not be surprising...but TODAY I wore brown and black to church. Yes, I did. &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; I looked good. (maybe that's the surprising part! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag....Becky, Vanessa, Amy, Lauren, and ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-4483655155737938956?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4483655155737938956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=4483655155737938956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4483655155737938956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4483655155737938956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-taggedby-marci.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...by marci.'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-4096126912412329907</id><published>2008-09-28T15:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:36:13.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>toenails and blogging</title><content type='html'>There are two things I haven't been able to do since August 4th. 1. is polishing my toenails and the second is blogging. For those of you who aren't in the know...just kidding...I started working again. Here: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN_743TthXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l8-Wmkij0YQ/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192644875158898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN_743TthXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l8-Wmkij0YQ/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, this is a picture of the school. This &lt;em&gt;fabulously&lt;/em&gt; designed blog (&lt;a href="http://jsateam7.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jsateam7.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) was done by my oh so talented sister, Becky. (Thank you!) So, when I have spare time, it is all devoted to my family. I've learned that I used to take our time together for granted. Now, we literally cherish every single moment. At this very moment, I am blowing bubbles for them to chase while I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN_75HY3UKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/syKmAac_AuM/s1600-h/DSCN0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192649191739554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN_75HY3UKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/syKmAac_AuM/s400/DSCN0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've also started a ritual that the boys, Jorge included, do not complain about. Weekend ritual cookies. We make cookies every weekend. And, sadly, usually eat them all before Monday rolls around. My mother-in-law keeps the boys, which is extremely convenient because I then get to see the boys at lunch and eat her oh-so yummy cooking. She's great with the boys and they usually don't want to come home! I was sick &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; last week (thought the stomach flu was only suppose to last 24 hrs?!) and attempted to go to work one day....but ended up turning around after 2 minutes of driving. Reuben cried. "I want to go to Grandma's house! not my white house!" So sad. Sorry Reuben. Mommy couldn't make it. But I was able to be with my little family ALL WEEK, and even though I felt like death, couldn't cook for them, couldn't change their diapers, and had to leave the room when they ate- inside (in every part of me other than my stomach!) I was happy. They are my life. And I'm so grateful to have them and to have Jorge, who by-the-way did a great job at taking care of me and the boys. EVEN when the only thing that sounded good after 4 days of not eating was SUPER YUMMY SUPER greasy! tacos. He went and got them. I ate....I was sick. Again. Still. Not even one "I told you so" He was great! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-4096126912412329907?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4096126912412329907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=4096126912412329907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4096126912412329907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4096126912412329907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/09/toenails-and-blogging.html' title='toenails and blogging'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN_743TthXI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l8-Wmkij0YQ/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-7468214636443150454</id><published>2008-09-28T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:33:19.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Cookies!  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First of all, I can't believe I have a soon-to-be Sunbeam! and Secondly, I was amazed at how reverent he was! I snuck in the back of the room to snap this shot! I love how his feet don't even touch the floor! (He was very happy to get to sit by his friend, Alan, who is a year older.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN2MaYtKf0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4eo5uNdR-a0/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250507125520236354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN2MaYtKf0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4eo5uNdR-a0/s400/DSCN0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jace and Reuben are "Colony Boys"- they love getting dirty, chasing chickens, and not using their carseats. KEEP READING. We require carseats, except on the way home from church. We live on the same road. They think this is the best ever! Reuben usually "drives" and this particular Sunday, Jace fell asleep in my arms in the 1 minute it took to get home. He's not a baby anymore, but I love these tender moments.&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/1905363494110870306-5478076631749568503?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5478076631749568503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=5478076631749568503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/5478076631749568503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/5478076631749568503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-fun.html' title='SUNDAY fun.'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SN2MaHH2UCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/h91gJDMU-yU/s72-c/DSCN0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-7992077441820838271</id><published>2008-09-07T15:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:19:36.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother Reuben!</title><content type='html'>Reuben had never really showed an interest in coloring until spending all summer with Alexia, his super cute older cousin.  This is one of his many masterpieces.  And although he TRIED to stay in the lines....or on the paper.....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRQ6BQmKgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7D5A3ZWc-II/s1600-h/DSCN0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243404823866780162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRQ6BQmKgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7D5A3ZWc-II/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it really didn't happen that way.  HOWEVER, he was very happy to clean up his mess.  I think that might have been the most fun!  I asked him if I could help clean it and he said, "No mommy- I do it!"  OK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRPLDkePrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IeOnRHtiSfU/s1600-h/DSCN0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243402917521538738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRPLDkePrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IeOnRHtiSfU/s320/DSCN0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reuben also loves reading.  He makes sure that Jace has a book also.  This was in Phoenix, but every night when Jorge and I are reading scriptures- the boys get their "scriptures" and "read" while we do.  When they get a little older we'll start with BOM reader, but until then....this is cute, and fun.  Reuben also does chores.  He asked for them.  He puts our scriptures in their little cubby and he gathers their socks when I wash whites and puts them away.  He gets so excited and runs around the house while we all give him 5.  Love it!  and him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRPLlpiB3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/7G48Hqqy5TQ/s1600-h/DSCN0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243402926669563762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRPLlpiB3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/7G48Hqqy5TQ/s320/DSCN0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1905363494110870306-7992077441820838271?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7992077441820838271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=7992077441820838271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7992077441820838271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7992077441820838271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-brother-reuben.html' title='Big Brother Reuben!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRQ6BQmKgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7D5A3ZWc-II/s72-c/DSCN0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-1797730804641953395</id><published>2008-09-07T15:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:49:38.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer of Firsts for Jace</title><content type='html'>Jace's 1st haircut.  I do feel bad that we did it....only because we took Reuben to a huge salon and had it all fancy for him- BUT this is why....Jace has no hair.  Ok, I lied- he has 2 of them!  Yes, I'm only kidding.  His hair has grown but only around his ears and on the bottom like an old man, so we gave him his 1st haircut and HE LOVED it.  He looks older and is still devilishly handsome.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRLAC6cJII/AAAAAAAAAOo/5Eiq_SOdqxo/s1600-h/DSCN0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243398330320168066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRLAC6cJII/AAAAAAAAAOo/5Eiq_SOdqxo/s320/DSCN0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also drank his 1st virgin margarita.  Midnight margarita.  Name that movie.  I know it looks like he didn't like it but he kept wanting more!  He'd even stick his lizard tongue out and lick off all my salt.  Funny kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRLASp-HXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YFdJwnhHTDg/s1600-h/DSCN0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243398334546058610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRLASp-HXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YFdJwnhHTDg/s320/DSCN0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1905363494110870306-1797730804641953395?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1797730804641953395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=1797730804641953395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1797730804641953395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1797730804641953395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-of-firsts-for-jace.html' title='A Summer of Firsts for Jace'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRLAC6cJII/AAAAAAAAAOo/5Eiq_SOdqxo/s72-c/DSCN0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3168540974350268114</id><published>2008-09-07T14:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:18:06.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHETTEN WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMREVIyDyZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NG5PL2sA2zk/s1600-h/DSCN0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243390996091488658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMREVIyDyZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NG5PL2sA2zk/s320/DSCN0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRDGzADDII/AAAAAAAAAOY/Bb9BCP20um8/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243389650214784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMRDGzADDII/AAAAAAAAAOY/Bb9BCP20um8/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the best husband. Really, I do- there's no argument. This weekend, I wanted to redo a built in bookshelf in this little corner of our house. It included ripping off old wallpaper, using thinner to take the excess glue off, taping, painting...and more painting. I told Jorge it would be my little weekend project. I really wanted to get books out of boxes and feel productive. So, Jorge helped me take the wallpaper off, thin the glue, tape the wall, and he painted. AND "my little project" was done. And even though I mostly just watched...I DID feel productive! Here's my project and smile to prove it! And me, thanking Jorge for actually doing it all....and him...pretending not to enjoy it! Thank you handsome hubby! &lt;/div&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/1905363494110870306-3168540974350268114?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3168540974350268114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3168540974350268114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3168540974350268114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3168540974350268114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/09/whetten-weekend.html' title='WHETTEN WEEKEND'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SMREVIyDyZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NG5PL2sA2zk/s72-c/DSCN0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3897137928239897428</id><published>2008-08-30T06:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T06:50:18.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning smiles...</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are back! We came back to Mexico after spending all summer in Phoenix and the internet wasn't working. FINALLY some telmex person came and fixed the line (it took all of 5 minutes) so we are again...modern. It is now Saturday morning, 6:00 to be exact. I...am....so...tired. I am working again, but it's all going very well. We've had a lot of crime (shootings and kidnappings) in our area so I've been emotionally drained all week and looking forward to Saturday morning. Reuben fell asleep yesterday afternoon around 4:30 and DID NOT WAKE UP until NOW!!! I knew he'd be up early, but he usually entertains himself wtih Handy Manny, Mickey Mouse Playhouse, etc....but he was coughing so I got up to give him a treatment and he was lonely. So there I sat...when he came up to me and said, "Mommy, I break my owwie!" can you guess what happened???? He pulled a scab off of a healing mosquito bite wound. Yes, I break my owwie. His next statement was, "PUT IT BACK ON!"  Isn't that just the cutest thing EVER? I love my family so much and at this moment am going to make our weekend ritual cookies...this week...thumbprint cookies with fig jam from our own fig tree! (Jorge's been teasing me all week for being country- I even bottled peaches. yay for me! haha) Have a GREAT Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-3897137928239897428?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3897137928239897428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3897137928239897428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3897137928239897428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3897137928239897428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-morning-smiles.html' title='Saturday morning smiles...'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-4331304565072915312</id><published>2008-07-25T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:00:47.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My binge on humble pie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Case #1:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SIoCyJjmQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/S8kiCGCydSg/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226993378098823778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SIoCyJjmQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/S8kiCGCydSg/s400/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;We asked Reuben what he wanted for his birthday, and this is what he asked for. I didn't buy him any boots this summer because I thought he could just wear his sandals and we'd get some in the fall. Nope. It's all about boots this summer! So...when we were in the store, they had one pair in his size but they weren't a match. One was a darker brown. I thought, "some idiots bought the wrong ones!" We ended up buying a bigger size so he could put them on and take them off himself.  THEN I went shopping- found some *FABULOUS* shoes, love them- but the boys were getting tired of shopping so I hurried to check out (have to make myself some excuse!) I bought 2 different sizes!  7 1/2 and 8.  Like I said...humble pie.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Case #2: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SIoCyXScaJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zFFalpjsxeQ/s1600-h/tablets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226993381784971410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SIoCyXScaJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zFFalpjsxeQ/s400/tablets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I recently read the blog about the woman whose baby drowned in their hot tub.  This was really hard for me.  I was grateful they forgave themselves, but when they said they didn't feel like they were to blame- I very much dissagreed. I told Jorge I must need to read my scriptures more, but I felt like I had a hard heart and was somewhat angry at this random woman.  While I still feel like they were to blame, even though I know it was "meant to be" meaning Heavenly Father knows what mistakes we will make before we make them- my rude awakening was this: Reuben ate ALL of Jace's teething tablets.  Ok, not all- I had given Jace 3, so he actually ate all 122! (I was putting Jace down for his morning nap, and he tried waking up so I stayed with him for a few more minutes.)   I about died.  I called and come to find out, a baby can actually eat 6 whole bottles! before feeling a negative side effect, which is: dry mouth.  Holy cow huh?  I screamed, "Reuben, this is medicine- not candy!" and when I found out he was fine, I cried.  Sobbed.  Uncontrollably.  I asked him, "do you know how much I love you?"  He said, "yeah." and brought a blankie and wiped my tears.  If anything had happened to him, it would have been 100% my fault.  So it didn't really change my mind about things, but it did open my eyes.  Also, it made me question the overall effectiveness of the teething tablets.  The belladonna didn't sedate him and the caffeine didn't seem to do much either and trust me- he didn't leave my side for over 24 hours.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson learned: I'm still pretty opinionated, but I might need to work harder at keeping those opinions to myself because before too long, I will be making the same mistakes...myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-4331304565072915312?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4331304565072915312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=4331304565072915312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4331304565072915312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4331304565072915312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-binge-on-humble-pie.html' title='My binge on humble pie!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SIoCyJjmQmI/AAAAAAAAANw/S8kiCGCydSg/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-1068049604437007952</id><published>2008-07-25T09:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:45:20.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInyjqo11mI/AAAAAAAAANA/VSkIkzgL3Zk/s1600-h/DSCN0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975537095104098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInyjqo11mI/AAAAAAAAANA/VSkIkzgL3Zk/s400/DSCN0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Reuben LOVED riding horses.  We went to visit Jorge's cousin, Adrian, on Sunday and they were roping.  Here is a pic of Adrian talking to his son, Ruben.  And of course, my hot hubby and his son....Reuben.  It was atleast 10 at night, so Reuben was getting tired but not about to let Jorge ride off without him.  Sorry about the spots- with the lights and dust in the air- couldn't help it.  I say that as if I'm so smart...but really I asked Jorge what was wrong- if I needed to return my *NEW* camera because it wasn't taking good pictures.  Good thing he's not an airhead- we would have felt funny going in the store and returning it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInyjzSPQxI/AAAAAAAAANI/w2iarrBdM3U/s1600-h/DSCN0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975539416220434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInyjzSPQxI/AAAAAAAAANI/w2iarrBdM3U/s400/DSCN0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a nightly ritual in our house.  BULLRIDING.  But this bull had had enough so Reuben was entertaining himself.  The drool marks on Jorge's shirt are from Jace laughing so hard when he was getting bucked off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57d4af6a1d4eac94" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57d4af6a1d4eac94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DDCD70CB9464CA5E30BBC1BA07189D4A2C5F71.40F0B4636795AF864128A8FD27E3037BA44A332C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57d4af6a1d4eac94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxZa1dlL1Feq-E3ci_UuV00yWySE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57d4af6a1d4eac94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330361934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DDCD70CB9464CA5E30BBC1BA07189D4A2C5F71.40F0B4636795AF864128A8FD27E3037BA44A332C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57d4af6a1d4eac94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxZa1dlL1Feq-E3ci_UuV00yWySE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reuben loves to be a cowboy and sing. He made this song up all by himself, and said it was okay if I filmed him. If you'd like to sing along..."The cow says moo, moo, moo!" We hate nicknames, but can't help but think -kenny chesney- when he's wearing his boots with shorts...and singing. His Grandpa Maurice plays the guitar and Reuben is the only grandchild who asks for the performance, will sit and listen the entire time, and give a standing ovation. He is growing up so fast. In reference to my post about his birthday...the other day I asked him to massage my "peet" and he said, "no mommy. it's fffffffeet!" so true, but so sad.   He is such a cutie, and helps me a lot with Jace.  I was folding laundry yesterday and heard Reuben in the hall, "Jace....no coloring on the wall." So calm.  And sure enough- Jace! Don't worry- I only allow washables and love clorox wipes.  No harm done.  Doesn't it seem like just yesterday he was born! I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-1068049604437007952?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57d4af6a1d4eac94&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1068049604437007952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=1068049604437007952' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1068049604437007952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1068049604437007952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-3-year-old.html' title='My 3 year old!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInyjqo11mI/AAAAAAAAANA/VSkIkzgL3Zk/s72-c/DSCN0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3140277638093027040</id><published>2008-07-25T09:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:25:46.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1 year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInuSuYOFtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KyId8WhTz9M/s1600-h/DSCN0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226970847994844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInuSuYOFtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KyId8WhTz9M/s400/DSCN0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jace is my clingy baby, and I love it- most days- he loves me! This day he had to be in the bathroom while I did my hair and make-up.  I know it wasn't very sanitary but he was happy and it was cute!  Bytheway- he looks EXACTLY how Jorge did as a kid- he's definitely a handsome guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInuSwgseQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vKkhuSbMlnA/s1600-h/DSCN0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226970848567261442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInuSwgseQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vKkhuSbMlnA/s400/DSCN0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;He has to follow me....and this day I was going between the laundry room, bathroom, and bedroom and he gave up!  He does this often, people (Becky) think my kids are weird because they just get tired and find a place to crash.   I love how he just stuck his little tushie up in the air.  And yes, I realize I did an aweful job at making the bed that day.  I love my little guy soooo much!  He's started to feed himself (or insist on trying) and he shakes his head to say no and bounces his entire body up and down to say yes.  He is for sure a quiet one, but I'll tell him to do something or get something and he understands everything.  I'm positive he's thinking, "why talk- Reuben does enough for the both of us?!" &lt;/em&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/1905363494110870306-3140277638093027040?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3140277638093027040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3140277638093027040' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3140277638093027040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3140277638093027040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-1-year-old.html' title='My 1 year old!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SInuSuYOFtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KyId8WhTz9M/s72-c/DSCN0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-8362871650184925420</id><published>2008-07-11T09:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:43:08.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't believe it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SHd9nEnSQPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wdUM3EHM714/s1600-h/sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221780403166265586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SHd9nEnSQPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wdUM3EHM714/s400/sw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SHd7lvGCoQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_OnTy-Tc2zA/s1600-h/esme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221778181186560258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SHd7lvGCoQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_OnTy-Tc2zA/s400/esme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Are Esmerelda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious and passionate. You are a survivor. Even though life has swung you some difficult situations you have a strong intuition that gets you through. Also, you have the capacity to sympathize and relate to a variety of different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, so that's what it said- but I didn't even LIKE her! or the movie that much. But I did answer honestly, even though I had to admit to glaring at a pitiful wench. I aspire to be the one to take the person aside and have an intelligent little chat- but actually, that was a high school question and I answered as if I was still in high school. Sad, I know- but I am a different person now...maybe I'll take the quiz again.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Are Snow White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure and trusting. You are a gentle soul who can get along with just about anyone. Everyone you meet instantly falls in love with you. How can they resist? You have a pure, lovable nature that's irresistable. Just don't trust everyone who comes across your path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my...now I'm Cinderella!  While I think it's better than Esme...still!  I looked at all the possible results and I would say I'm most like Ariel....Yes, I don't know what it really says- but here is my rendition:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are Ariel! Beautiful (&amp;amp; humble) and willing to do anything for love (trade voice for legs), while still holding on to your strong family ties.  You're willing to step into an unknown world (for her: humans; for me: Mexico)  to be with your one true love (Jorge, DUH!).  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually I think it said I was Esmerelda because I picked turquoise and dancing.  Then I was Snow White because I picked WHITE and dancing.  Sorry, couldn't give dancing up even though I still enjoy the ritzy food.  Take the quiz!  it's fun?  or more like, it's interesting! &lt;/em&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/1905363494110870306-8362871650184925420?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8362871650184925420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=8362871650184925420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8362871650184925420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8362871650184925420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-believe-it.html' title='Don&apos;t believe it!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SHd9nEnSQPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wdUM3EHM714/s72-c/sw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-48092824439766967</id><published>2008-07-06T19:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:07:48.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Stuff- thanks Nancy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/3/34/66087f2e81b3548b818796bd0caa81.png" border="0" alt="Pyzam Family Sticker Toy" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNTM5MjgyOTM3NSZwdD*xMjE1MzkyODY*MTU2JnA9MzkwMSZkPXB5emFtJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-48092824439766967?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/48092824439766967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=48092824439766967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/48092824439766967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/48092824439766967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-stuff-thanks-nancy.html' title='Fun Stuff- thanks Nancy!'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-519076438310391076</id><published>2008-07-02T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:28:02.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFs</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in awhile because my camera died and blogging without pictures is hard for me...BUT since Amy's been on my case to blog...here's one ABOUT HER but without pics, sorry.  Look at her blog for that.  On Monday we got together after MANY years.  We hadn't seen each other since I was still single and she only had 1 kiddo.  Now, fyi- she has 3 SUPER CUTE kiddos. They are so beautiful and fun to be around.  Time flew by, and we just talked and let the kids play.  She is a wonderful mom, has a beautiful home, and is such a great friend.  It was so fun to chat. AND TALK ABOUT ALL THE REST OF YOU!  jk. Amy got married in 99, right after Allison, Amanda, and I graduated high school- yes, we thought she was crazy but she was also crazy in love.  She was my example and still is.  LOVE YA AMY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-519076438310391076?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/519076438310391076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=519076438310391076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/519076438310391076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/519076438310391076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/bffs.html' title='BFFs'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3550931781422210955</id><published>2008-07-02T12:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:20:50.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, I go see basketball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SGvUqChBjiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AcCPFLfPpt0/s1600-h/az2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218498411933830690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SGvUqChBjiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AcCPFLfPpt0/s400/az2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We've been in Phoenix for a couple of weeks, relaxing and staying out of the line of fire. We're visiting Jorge's sister, Glenda, her husband and 2 girls. They are super cute and I'm glad the boys are having time to get to know their cousins. We went to a Diamondbacks' game last night and had a lot of fun. Alexia (almost 4) didn't know what to shout when the crowd was cheering so she relied on what she knew...."SWIPER NO SWIPING!" Soooo adorable! All day Reuben had told me, "mommy, I go see basketball" and I would tell him it's actually a baseball game, so after the game he kept repeating "beisbol" in his cute little spanish accent. I gave him a piggy back ride from the stadium to the parking lot and half way there I asked him if he wanted to walk....to which he replied "No mommy. I'm riding!" Smart kid. Tomorrow's his birthday and I can't believe he's turning 3! Here are a few things you may not know about him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.he wants his "peet" massaged while he's watching bullriding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.he sings his abc song like this: "abcdefg-hij-cake- cow...horsey....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.he loves the guitar his tia tori got for him and makes you play an imaginary one to accompany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.he doesn't know I often see him run and give Jace a hug or rub his little bald head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.he insists on being a cowboy, and wears his cowboy hat daily even with shorts and sandals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.ok, this one isn't necessarily about him..more about us, but we are SO grateful that he can drive us crazy, smile, laugh, run, scream and bring so much joy into our lives! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1905363494110870306-3550931781422210955?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3550931781422210955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3550931781422210955' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3550931781422210955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3550931781422210955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommy-i-go-see-basketball.html' title='Mommy, I go see basketball!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SGvUqChBjiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AcCPFLfPpt0/s72-c/az2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-4014623626255709908</id><published>2008-05-11T00:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:27:22.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Finish a book, finish a sentence!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCaPRPMx6WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NDHLijNGaeA/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199000346146498914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCaPRPMx6WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NDHLijNGaeA/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCaOwvMx6VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tc4J8P8WA_c/s1600-h/bergdorfblondes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Name that commercial.  I've never realized how obvious it is when Jorge's out of town- thus my recent attempts at blogging, phone calls, reading, and watching tv.  I have a few days of insomnia and actually enjoy my little catch up when the boys are sleeping (although I'd much rather Jorge be here).  I just read this book and would probably give it a 4.  I totally judge a book by its cover and stocked up the other day when I ran into Barnes &amp;amp; Noble in Tucson.  While I wouldn't recommend the book, unless you're all for a somewhat waste of time on some pathetic NYC girl, don't you agree it's a cute cover???&lt;/span&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/1905363494110870306-4014623626255709908?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4014623626255709908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=4014623626255709908' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4014623626255709908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4014623626255709908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/05/finish-book-finish-sentence.html' title='&quot;Finish a book, finish a sentence!&quot;'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCaPRPMx6WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NDHLijNGaeA/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-4303379647147802917</id><published>2008-05-10T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:45:07.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my cutie-patooties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZ2VNn_VqI/AAAAAAAAALY/ngzH1_xmLkU/s1600-h/1st+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198972926652536482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZ2VNn_VqI/AAAAAAAAALY/ngzH1_xmLkU/s400/1st+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;My parents laugh because I use to hate when they put us 3 girls in matching outfits- but I'm having fun dressing my boys the same.  HOWEVER, I do remind them that it's ok now but never would I force them to match when they're in high school (yep, did happen).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZ2VNn_VrI/AAAAAAAAALg/xCE3aap78AU/s1600-h/1st+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198972926652536498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZ2VNn_VrI/AAAAAAAAALg/xCE3aap78AU/s400/1st+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Michael did Reuben's hair for church- so when I go for the spray bottle, he says, "mommy, no agua.  Gel!" I think it's adorable, especially since I use to gel Michael's hair when he started kindergarten and taught him to tell people, "Don't touch the hair."  I was a senior then- and had to help my little brother out.  Now he's teaching my boys.  Sorry for the view of Reuben's gum-  he was laughing and is currently addicted to gum.  It's like he's in high school already!  And there's our little Jace- so cute and innocent (or so he'd like you to believe!) I love them so much!  We're missing Jorge but enjoying each other.&lt;/span&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/1905363494110870306-4303379647147802917?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/4303379647147802917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=4303379647147802917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4303379647147802917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/4303379647147802917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-cutie-patooties.html' title='my cutie-patooties!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZ2VNn_VqI/AAAAAAAAALY/ngzH1_xmLkU/s72-c/1st+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-6691491034734633939</id><published>2008-05-10T22:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:00:44.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles do happen....like me, posting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZzc9n_VpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/27yZ5iwLiXc/s1600-h/goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198969761261639314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZzc9n_VpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/27yZ5iwLiXc/s400/goofy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;HELLO!!!! I am so excited that despite my computer illiteracy, I managed to change the background of my blog. Yay for me. Things are great here- Reuben and Jace are growing like weeds- but super cute, funny weeds if you ask me (see picture above!) Jace just turned one! Can you believe it?! (pictures of his birthday to come, soon) We're spending the month in NM while Jorge runs the hunts, which have been a total success. Michael had this picture on his phone....Gotta love Reuben. Those of you who ever went to a basketball tournament in Cloudcroft can remember the weird hats. For some reason, Reuben thinks it's a cow hat (lots of horns?) and then- he's sporting the infamous Harry Potter glasses. &lt;/span&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/1905363494110870306-6691491034734633939?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6691491034734633939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=6691491034734633939' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6691491034734633939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6691491034734633939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/05/miracles-do-happenlike-me-posting.html' title='Miracles do happen....like me, posting!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/SCZzc9n_VpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/27yZ5iwLiXc/s72-c/goofy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-2469934653213492597</id><published>2008-03-20T10:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:50:58.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R-KePgUwcqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_cOKJjsL3h4/s1600-h/election.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179876510641713826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R-KePgUwcqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_cOKJjsL3h4/s400/election.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After suffering withdrawals from daily blogstaulking, I was off of the wagon this morning and wandered upon this picture- which made me smile. Who is everyone voting for??? I asked myself, and then pondered on the fact that I have never voted (sinner, I know). I ALWAYS have some political opinion, and have always had the "don't vote, can't complain" attitude but felt justified in myself since the person I would have voted for has always won- even if it has been close calls!  So- let me know your political position this year.  Just curious....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-2469934653213492597?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2469934653213492597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=2469934653213492597' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2469934653213492597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2469934653213492597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-funny.html' title='Funny, funny'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R-KePgUwcqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_cOKJjsL3h4/s72-c/election.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-3717274469556734074</id><published>2008-03-17T07:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:49:15.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Because Two People Fell in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R96EbsOC-4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IHIPrck6pFI/s1600-h/st+pat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178722232784059266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R96EbsOC-4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IHIPrck6pFI/s400/st+pat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Four years ago I met the man of my dreams on this day- you could definitely say I got lucky!  So we're wishing you a Happy St. Patrick's Day- hoping your lives have been or will be as "lucky" and happy as ours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-3717274469556734074?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3717274469556734074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3717274469556734074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3717274469556734074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3717274469556734074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-because-two-people-fell-in-love.html' title='All Because Two People Fell in Love'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R96EbsOC-4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/IHIPrck6pFI/s72-c/st+pat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-8493164137965097263</id><published>2008-03-14T11:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:50:36.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED- 6 things you may not know about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was tagged, by Vanessa- and my goodness this was hard to do!  So in advance, sorry for any pathetic answers, I'm not that much of a mystery- or a sharer!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. I clean my ears with q-tips everytime I shower, despite health hazards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Hablo espanol, y entiendo mas que tu piensas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. I love to pluck my eyebrows in the car- obviously at a stoplight if I'm driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. While most people love chocolate chip cookie dough, I'm a fan of sugar cookie dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was having problems finishing and asked Jorge to help..... the next 2 are from him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5.  I check myself out in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. I don't know I'm beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tag: Becky, Cambria, and Lauren if you haven't done this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-8493164137965097263?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8493164137965097263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=8493164137965097263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8493164137965097263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8493164137965097263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-6-things-you-may-not-know-about.html' title='TAGGED- 6 things you may not know about me'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-6073865327191820107</id><published>2008-03-14T10:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:58:27.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the" hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9q6aMOC-2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/PvXp9eqQTUk/s1600-h/100_1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177655680735312738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9q6aMOC-2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/PvXp9eqQTUk/s320/100_1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9q6asOC-3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/242UZxwauMA/s1600-h/100_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177655689325247346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9q6asOC-3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/242UZxwauMA/s320/100_1786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; So I decided to get a little crafty, or attempt to...this winter.  This was my practice beanie, but I thought if it looked good I'd let Jace wear it.  BUT it was like an inch too short so I didn't even put the pom pom type thing on top.  Reuben has to do what Jace does (a little jealousy) so he's IN the exersaucer and trying on the hat.  We'll see if this project ever solidifies later- haven't had the time to try again.  Ok, I lied- I tried once and Reuben found it and unraveled it.  So sad- he might have even gotten a time out for that one.  Don't worry- his time outs are like 2 minutes sitting on his bed and then he has to say sorry, or as he would say it, "solly".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/1905363494110870306-6073865327191820107?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6073865327191820107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=6073865327191820107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6073865327191820107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6073865327191820107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/03/hat.html' title='&quot;the&quot; hat'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9q6aMOC-2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/PvXp9eqQTUk/s72-c/100_1783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-1411970804745361907</id><published>2008-03-14T10:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:24:24.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qzqsOC-0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iqCILEGxv5w/s1600-h/100_1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177648267621759810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qzqsOC-0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iqCILEGxv5w/s320/100_1825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jace is now 10 months old, has 7 teeth, is almost walking and so much fun!  He works hard to keep up with his older brother, and is becoming a little tough guy because he's putting up with his older brother.  I shamefully remember being pregnant and wondering how in the world I could love another child as much as I love Reuben, but I SOOOO DO!  This first picture is him showing off his big dinosaur teeth, and the second is one of when he managed to army crawl himself into this stable-tent thing that came with horses, cows, and sheep.  He was rather proud of himself, and so was I- thus the picture!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qzq8OC-1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/AlyG46KydTU/s1600-h/100_1787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177648271916727122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="256" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qzq8OC-1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/AlyG46KydTU/s320/100_1787.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-1411970804745361907?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1411970804745361907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=1411970804745361907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1411970804745361907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1411970804745361907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/03/jace.html' title='JACE'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qzqsOC-0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iqCILEGxv5w/s72-c/100_1825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-366030914952942012</id><published>2008-03-14T09:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:52:39.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REUBEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qtAcOC-wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5LTiy2dc2OU/s1600-h/100_1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177640944702520066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qtAcOC-wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5LTiy2dc2OU/s320/100_1696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qsUMOC-vI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gWdrb6otOaA/s1600-h/100_1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177640184493308658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qsUMOC-vI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gWdrb6otOaA/s320/100_1697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This blog is really a tribute to our wonderful kids, so I will update you on them individually- Reuben, ...what can I say? Reuben is all boy! He loves dirt (much to the dismay of his mother, but I'm adjusting!) he's not afraid of anything (again, I'm adjusting) and he is obsessed with cows and horses. He goes to the ranch with Jorge on a regular basis, and is truly enjoying life. I know we're biased, but he's also a smartiepants. The other day, Jace wanted his sippy and he told him, "No Jace- drink Mommy!" I was surprised and a little disgusted- he really does understand what's going on under the blanket. I always told Jorge that we weren't going to tell our children that Daddy was a bullrider, so they wouldn't follow in his footsteps but I guess it's in their genes. Reuben wants us to play the bull, and then he bucks himself off. Followed by a throw of the hat, of course. He falls asleep watching bullriding on ESPN classics almost daily (that's a bedtime routine, right?!) and he's dissappointed when there are only cartoons on in the morning, no bullriding. These pictures were taken before we moved from the old house, the day these horses were taken back to the ranch. There's a before picture and after- on the horse, and off. Enjoy!&lt;/em&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/1905363494110870306-366030914952942012?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/366030914952942012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=366030914952942012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/366030914952942012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/366030914952942012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/03/reuben.html' title='REUBEN'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qtAcOC-wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5LTiy2dc2OU/s72-c/100_1696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-5023666647874513554</id><published>2008-03-14T09:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:35:28.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qo38OC-sI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wpekCceW4jc/s1600-h/100_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177636400627120834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qo38OC-sI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wpekCceW4jc/s320/100_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qo4cOC-tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xZ5gXO5suO8/s1600-h/100_1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177636409217055442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qo4cOC-tI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xZ5gXO5suO8/s320/100_1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, those of you who have talked to me in the past 4 months know that my computer went on strike before we moved- so here's an attempt to catch up. Christmas went well...by well I mean we lived through it- I do not recommend moving at Christmas time- chaos! We didn't get to do all the Christmasy things that I just LOVE- and it seemed that the few things we did get do were on a list of things to do along with the work on the house, etc. But we did take a break from remodeling to enjoy our family visits, time for the boys to play with their cousins, and celebrating our Savior's birth. Here are a few pics. Ignore the paint color on the background wall- we didn't like it once we put it on and it's now a darker brown, so we used that color as "primer"- I know- we're dorks. Hope you had a Merry Christmas! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-5023666647874513554?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/5023666647874513554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=5023666647874513554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/5023666647874513554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/5023666647874513554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R9qo38OC-sI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wpekCceW4jc/s72-c/100_1739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-7343489047951908507</id><published>2007-11-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:46:59.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yu-u-u-u-mmy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R0L_9z9nONI/AAAAAAAAAFs/82L7tc93tnQ/s1600-h/gingerbread-spice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134947962541521106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R0L_9z9nONI/AAAAAAAAAFs/82L7tc93tnQ/s320/gingerbread-spice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This tea is soooo good!  I absolutely love it!  I've been in the Christmasy mood for quite some time now- way before Halloween, and our tree would be up if it weren't for our impending move.  I just love this time of year!  We're wanting to get snowed in at the ranch to be able to play in the snow (that has yet to come).  But before we rush into Christmas, we have THANKSGIVING!  Not as fun to decorate...but still fun.  We're especially excited because we're going to visit Jorge's brother and his family in Dallas.  So, we're wishing everyone a wonderful Thanksgiving!  Eat lots of turkey!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-7343489047951908507?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7343489047951908507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=7343489047951908507' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7343489047951908507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7343489047951908507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yu-u-u-u-mmy.html' title='Yu-u-u-u-mmy!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/R0L_9z9nONI/AAAAAAAAAFs/82L7tc93tnQ/s72-c/gingerbread-spice2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-2224054207071952673</id><published>2007-11-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:39:41.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RzoDX3LQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TVDjJjJawkc/s1600-h/reuben&amp;amp;jacehalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132418433825171490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RzoDX3LQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TVDjJjJawkc/s320/reuben%26jacehalloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RzoDIXLQ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d7eQwp1nmvo/s1600-h/Elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132418167537199122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RzoDIXLQ6BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d7eQwp1nmvo/s320/Elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a quick note to let everyone know we're alive!  I know it's the middle of November, and I'm a slacker for not posting Halloween pictures earlier- sorry.  This was a few days before Halloween, Reuben was attached to his costume.  My computer is still hating, so I can't put pictures up....more to come later.  Jace was a bear, and they both were super cute (in my biased opinion).  We took the boys to the Halloween NICU reunion at Providence Hospital- and caught up with some friends, nurses, etc.  It was fun.  Then our ward had the kids go on a hay ride trick-or-treating, ending up at an outdoor little party with chili, desserts, and hot chocolate.  I've never been a huge fan of Halloween, but it was fun to dress the kids up and we do benefit from them not being able to eat all the candy- although, trust me- Reuben is STILL trying.  We're in the middle of flipping a house, and I must admit- it's more relaxing to sit and watch it on tv from start to finish in 30 minutes.  Jorge and I love this, but we have so many good ideas (good and humble) that it takes us a long time to reach our final decision.  We had the round up this last weekend....testing cows and bulls- I've known how it's done but have never been there for it....interesting.  That's all I have to say.  Poor Reuben was held hostage because I didn't want him in the corrals with Jorge- call me paranoid but he's still alive so I'm ok with being paranoid.  Lots of pregnant cows, so it was a good weekend.  Jace is rolling around like crazy, and will soon have his 1st tooth (I know I've been saying that for 3 months, this time I think it's for real!  we'll see!)  Reuben was roping his tricycle, and Jace was asleep and now they're both awake and hungry so I need to go.  Jorge's out selling cattle to bring home the bacon, or beef- as the case may be.  This Thanksgiving season I'm soooo thankful for my little family- I have the best 3 boys ever!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1905363494110870306-2224054207071952673?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2224054207071952673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=2224054207071952673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2224054207071952673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2224054207071952673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-alive.html' title='We&apos;re Alive'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RzoDX3LQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TVDjJjJawkc/s72-c/reuben%26jacehalloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-849343978506685502</id><published>2007-10-10T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:01:48.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jorge always does this with Reuben- the diaper on the head thing (father-son bonding?).  I guess since Jorge's gone, Reuben decided to step it up a notch and teach Jace.  Notice he brought 2 diapers- one for himself and one for Jace.  I was in the other room and snuck in to take pictures.  Reuben was telling Jace, "oma!" Translation: "Toma!" Translation: "Take it!" What an awesome big brother!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-849343978506685502?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/849343978506685502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=849343978506685502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/849343978506685502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/849343978506685502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/ode-to-jorge.html' title='Ode to Jorge'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-6232479702097078936</id><published>2007-10-10T13:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:43:25.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564246041031&amp;amp;site=widget-c7.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564246041031&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/p1/432345564246041031/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564246041031&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/p2/432345564246041031/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1905363494110870306-6232479702097078936?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6232479702097078936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=6232479702097078936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6232479702097078936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6232479702097078936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-daddy.html' title='Missing Daddy'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-1767830098973268245</id><published>2007-10-10T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:47:20.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, Jorge laughed when I typed "Whetten Familia"- because it SHOULD be "Familia Whetten".  However, the majority of people reading it will speak English.  Ok, let's be honest- Becky (my only devoted reader) speaks English (and French- she's talented).  Just so you all know- I do know it should be the other way around.  Spanglish people.  It is one thing for me to know I'm dumb, it is quite another for others to think I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;am.  We have language problems in our home anyway.  This is Reuben, "Agua!" so I fill his sippy with water...."NO!!!  AGUA!" Agua is currently anything liquid, and apparently my translation of agua to water was incorrect.  He wanted milk- so I tell him "Reuben, this is milk.....leche."  He looks, sippy of milk in hand, big smile..."AGUA!" and runs off to play.  Ok, my morning confession: We all sleep in the same room.  Yes, we live in a house with 7 bedrooms and the 4 of us sleep in the same room.  And I must admit, I kind of like it.  I feel safe.  We now have Reuben in a toddler bed, and Jace in a crib- and somewhere in the middle of the night we all end up in our bed.  I then proceed to take Reuben and Jace to their rightful places, because I cannot sleep with them there- but I am jealous that Jorge can (that is- until Reuben kicks him in the face- has happened!) We're moving in the next month, and we  PLAN (key word: plan) to move the boys into their own room then.  This way it's moving them together so Reuben doesn't feel kicked out because of Jace.  They'll transition together.  Wish us luck.  We'll need it.  My next aspiration: potty training.  Let's see- another confession- I want to paint my kitchen red.  I know that psychologically speaking red is not the color of calmness, but let's be honest- since when is my kitchen calm?!  It's not a circusy red, but a sienna- darker bricktype red.  I'm actually quite excited.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-1767830098973268245?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/1767830098973268245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=1767830098973268245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1767830098973268245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/1767830098973268245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-7467162944826772222</id><published>2007-10-09T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:28:44.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate naptime</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So far so good.  Reuben is doing ok with Jorge gone, even though I had to give him a rice krispy treat and let him watch cartoons (I'm not against bribery!).  However, when he naps- life gets hectic.  He wakes up grouchy, searching for Jorge, and ultimately forgetting that he was once ok with the fact that his daddy is gone.  Would I be a bad mom if I let him skip naps all week??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-7467162944826772222?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/7467162944826772222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=7467162944826772222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7467162944826772222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/7467162944826772222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-naptime.html' title='I hate naptime'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-6917491370606621845</id><published>2007-10-09T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:30:38.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker Shorts- YUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few minutes ago I was about to be sad- Jace didn't want me to hold him!  He wanted to play on the floor with Reuben.  He turned 5 months old yesterday and I had a quick thought that he won't want to cuddle and be my baby for very long.  With Reuben being born 3 months early, we had a baby for a little longer- but Jace is growing so fast!  I started thinking about how we'll have to wait 3 years before the next (and last if it's a SHE) and I got a little sad because I wanted them so close. On a lighter note- it got me thinking about things I LOVE and other things I despise.  I LOVE my husband.  I love how he sings loud and dances silly to make me laugh (and how it makes me sick that he's in perfect step with the music even though he's acting crazy).  I LOVE how Reuben quietly sneaks in bed with us and steals my pillow.  I LOVE when Jace giggles when I lift my shirt (typical boy! haha) even though I'm not a big fan of breastfeeding.  I love my life!  Now, the not-so-in-love with things: BIKER SHORTS &amp;amp; SPEEDOS!  enough said.  People who have a wedgy and don't pick it- how do they not feel it?!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-6917491370606621845?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6917491370606621845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=6917491370606621845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6917491370606621845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6917491370606621845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/biker-shorts-yuck.html' title='Biker Shorts- YUCK'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-2469101322572133163</id><published>2007-10-08T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:24:58.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO sad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jorge left this morning, and will be gone all week.  It really is sad, because I love him so much and miss him like crazy.  He truly is my best friend, but not just mine- Reuben's too!  As sad as it is to see him go, it's even sadder to watch Reuben chasing him around the house with his boots (he knows he can't go with him without shoes).  AND he's still in his pajamas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-2469101322572133163?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/2469101322572133163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=2469101322572133163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2469101322572133163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/2469101322572133163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-sad.html' title='SO sad!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-3168246757826937990</id><published>2007-10-06T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:43:13.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Type A problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, I may be too much of a perfectionist to have a blog.  Well, that and I'm somewhat computer stupid!  I have no idea how to add a message AND a slideshow in the same post (while I am pretty proud to have figured out the slideshow).  Also, I don't know how to fix the pictures I put on the left- I suppose it's the template making them look offcentered.  Any advice would be greatly appreciated.  UNTIL THEN...the slideshow is basically some more recent pictures of the boys.  In order of appearance:&lt;br /&gt;1. Reuben's opera face (he really was singing)&lt;br /&gt;2. Potty training (yeah right!)&lt;br /&gt;3. My brown-eyed baby, Jace! (atleast I think they're brown)&lt;br /&gt;4. Jace hanging out in the excersaucer, as happy as ever...probably while I do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Matchy matchy!  green squared!  -name that movie.&lt;br /&gt;6. "We're #1!"&lt;br /&gt;7. Cousins and friends chowing on tortillas (who needs cookies, we're in Mexico!)&lt;br /&gt;8. I always give Reuben the oats out of my Lucky Charms, so while I was away he was sneaking all the marshmallows!&lt;br /&gt;9. And obviously wasn't very good hiding the evidence!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-3168246757826937990?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/3168246757826937990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=3168246757826937990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3168246757826937990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/3168246757826937990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/type-problems.html' title='Type A problems'/><author><name>Dena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1905363494110870306.post-6624661977536898295</id><published>2007-10-06T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:53:59.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background:#000;max-width:511px;margin:0 auto;text-align:center;line-height:0"&gt;&lt;div style="width:100%;height:341px;padding:0;margin:0"&gt;&lt;iframe style="width:100%;height:100%" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/denajoybmw/Slide/photo?authkey=1FbqSzqJsqU#s5118387497199540674" frameBorder=0 scrolling=no&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogger-templates.blogspot.com/2007/04/picasa-slideshow.html"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;padding:0;margin:0;float:left" src="http://btemplates.googlepages.com/add.gif" title="Add to my blog" alt="Picasa Slideshow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;padding:0;margin:0;float:right" src="http://btemplates.googlepages.com/picasa.png" title="Go to Picasa Web Albums" alt="Picasa Web Albums" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/denajoybmw/Slide/photo?authkey=1FbqSzqJsqU#s5118387497199540674" onclick="window.open(this.href,'Slideshow','type=fullWindow,fullscreen,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resizable=yes,scrollbars=no,status=no');return false"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;padding:0;margin:0" src="http://btemplates.googlepages.com/fullscreen.gif" title="See in fullscreen [Press F11]" alt="Fullscreen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-6624661977536898295?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/6624661977536898295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=6624661977536898295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6624661977536898295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/6624661977536898295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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-1905363494110870306.post-8710659623282470856</id><published>2007-10-06T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:41:40.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A BLOGGER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RwerH3FhGTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-UYNotlHxyk/s1600-h/peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118247653064382770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RwerH3FhGTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-UYNotlHxyk/s320/peekaboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So...my sister got me addicted to blogs. I am a blog reader, and seriously get a taunted joy out of reading other's blogs. It's like secretly reading someone's journal- which I've always wanted to do (never have). But then my conscience kicks in and I feel it's unfair to not have my own. Besides, what mom wouldn't want another avenue to show off her kids! So, yes- I am a blogger. Not a booger. I have to be careful with my words- here was how my morning began:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Reuben, you're poopy. Come here poopy and let me change you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reuben: No puppy (pronounced "poopy" with a sad face). Vaca!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ok vaca. Come here and let me change you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was so happy to be vaca that he ran over and practically changed himself! Have a good day and enjoy my attempt at blogging!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1905363494110870306-8710659623282470856?l=whettenfamilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/feeds/8710659623282470856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1905363494110870306&amp;postID=8710659623282470856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8710659623282470856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1905363494110870306/posts/default/8710659623282470856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whettenfamilia.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-blogger.html' title='I&apos;M A BLOGGER!'/><author><name>Dena</name><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/_PCmZ77cBaxg/RwerH3FhGTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-UYNotlHxyk/s72-c/peekaboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
