<?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-1925209582809896062</id><updated>2011-11-05T18:45:20.771-07:00</updated><category term='saturday'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Missouri'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-2883154834830860636</id><published>2011-11-05T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:45:20.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missouri'/><title type='text'>How time flies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Oh my gosh! I let a lot of time go between posts! So you are probably asking yourself what we have been up to...or not, but I am still going to play catch up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Firstly we are in Missouri! And have been here for a little over a month. We left Pueblo on&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;September 24th and Arrived in St. Louis on the 26th. The drive was hard. 1) there isn't a lot to see east of Colorado. 2) I was in a car with a 3 year old, so the conversation was pretty much about Mario 3) When said 3 year old was asleep I had a lot of time to myself to think and reminisce and wish I didn't have to leave 4) at the time of this drive I was just in my 3rd trimester, which made for a lot of stops (poor Matt) and lastly 5) Matt was driving a big slow truck that was a little intimidating when going around semi's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were lucky enough to have a stay over spot in Topeka with Steph, Kyle and Jasen. They let us stay from Saturday to Monday when we had to get back on the road! The best "hotel" this side of CO!Of course as I previously mentioned we were in for several stops with a truck that was horrible on gas mileage and me who was needing a pit stop every 2-3 hours, which means it took us about 12 hours to get to Topeka! A normally 8-9 hour drive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we finally got on the road Monday morning we were nervous and ready to be done with driving! Needless to say it took a little longer than anticipated with stops and traffic and construction!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All in all we made it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First thing we did was move in and luckily had some help from the Elders Quorum here in our new ward! We tried to get as much settled in as possible. Nice thing was that Matt didn't have to go to work until the following Monday! We were able to take our time and see a few sites including the Gateway Arch and the Temple! Driving here is rough and we never used to see so much traffic unless we were on the N side of Springs at rush hour or going or coming from Denver! Made me nervous to drive. Which I had to do until we dropped off the moving truck (the day after arriving). That was an experience in itself! We knew where the drop spot was but we needed to leave the truck full of gas, and of course finding a gas station was tricky and the GPS was taking us in circles! It took us a bit longer than anticipated again!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway we have since settled in and have been doing well. The first few weeks were rough. I called my mom every day and we struggled not being able to have the internet to keep&amp;nbsp; up with everything happening as well as to look up places to go like a decent walmart! I cried a lot and was bored a lot once Matt went back to work! I get homesick and bored still, but we try to stay busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speaking of which&amp;nbsp; Matt keeps reminding me to enjoy the boredom b/c soon baby Anthony will be here! We are set to deliver on the 16th of November. In 11 short days to be exact. I think mentally we are ready to welcome the baby home, but physically we are a bit under-prepared! We need to set up the crib and get the baby bag ready and there are several things that we need to get! I have plenty of Kenyon's things that will be handed down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to Anthony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of course but I still want him to have a few things of his very own. Like a blanket and welcome home outfit and a few other things. All in time I suppose. (I should actually be sewing a few of his things right now in fact.) I think the move and settling in pretty much took all of the "nesting" desires out of me. We will just have to do it this week!! (get excited Matt!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we are here. Getting accustomed to everything. Cardinals, traffic, noisy neighbors, Town home living, Matt not being 3 minutes away from home, 1 car, Skype, being far from family than we ever have been and more than anything really relying on each other!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is going to be fun and different and hard at times but we are up for the challenge!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some pics taken shortly after our move: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxHu5XOWu5w/TrXjyXCIRDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yGrshybS7Tc/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxHu5XOWu5w/TrXjyXCIRDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yGrshybS7Tc/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sunset as we left CO! I literally took this and then glanced to see the "leaving colorful colorado sign"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q38Bf8EEi50/TrXj3rWbrPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/F4hvvLvQc9A/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q38Bf8EEi50/TrXj3rWbrPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/F4hvvLvQc9A/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said not a lot of scenery! We did have walkie talkies though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6avIdy4d_es/TrXj8BbaVcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0j2kGpTHaVo/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6avIdy4d_es/TrXj8BbaVcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0j2kGpTHaVo/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crazy traffic in the middle of the day heading to the temple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwUTvfBIpXw/TrXkAjnUOrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nEWqIIKDrVo/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwUTvfBIpXw/TrXkAjnUOrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nEWqIIKDrVo/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Louis, MO Temple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(sorry for the sideways pics-- I uploaded them right side up and can't figure out how to turn them in blogger?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZCW-CTRsL4/TrXkFwSFUxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8DVl2nfe478/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZCW-CTRsL4/TrXkFwSFUxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8DVl2nfe478/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIk3u--NxUE/TrXkK1K-UII/AAAAAAAAAGA/LWzdj5K4ZTU/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIk3u--NxUE/TrXkK1K-UII/AAAAAAAAAGA/LWzdj5K4ZTU/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-fl-sWa26g/TrXkPrvxoVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bmnaAiJ4aDg/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-fl-sWa26g/TrXkPrvxoVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bmnaAiJ4aDg/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Missouri River-- Matt crosses this thing every day to get to work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__O5879aEp0/TrXkT666iTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/X6f3x6jEufo/s1600/IMG_0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__O5879aEp0/TrXkT666iTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/X6f3x6jEufo/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gateway to the West Arch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TS8-7lCCUY/TrXkZccDTaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5dhX59JkBl8/s1600/IMG_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TS8-7lCCUY/TrXkZccDTaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5dhX59JkBl8/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the Museum before going up into the Arch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zPW9PpGMTA/TrXkeXuh31I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7IUYvO5bRCE/s1600/IMG_0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zPW9PpGMTA/TrXkeXuh31I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7IUYvO5bRCE/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAWVulCwVQM/TrXkjOeuDDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VlmKhJLBksM/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAWVulCwVQM/TrXkjOeuDDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VlmKhJLBksM/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ9rjnf9XAk/TrXkpTZbJVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wzgSEBjnzGI/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ9rjnf9XAk/TrXkpTZbJVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wzgSEBjnzGI/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matts work! &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/1925209582809896062-2883154834830860636?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2883154834830860636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=2883154834830860636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2883154834830860636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2883154834830860636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies!'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxHu5XOWu5w/TrXjyXCIRDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yGrshybS7Tc/s72-c/IMG_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-7267591930829602751</id><published>2011-09-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:36:18.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are moving to Missouri! We have been very busy getting ready for this! I know I have mixed emotions but ultimately we know that Heavenly Father's hand is in all things and that this is what needs to happen now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be sad to leave the comfort and love of our family but will be back as often as we can to visit and see everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A87zHBUwjTs/TnoulJnxaWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uPN14-g2IW0/s1600/DSCF2946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A87zHBUwjTs/TnoulJnxaWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uPN14-g2IW0/s320/DSCF2946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-7267591930829602751?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7267591930829602751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=7267591930829602751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/7267591930829602751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/7267591930829602751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/09/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A87zHBUwjTs/TnoulJnxaWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uPN14-g2IW0/s72-c/DSCF2946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-3765815071217007865</id><published>2011-09-21T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:28:29.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Matt's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Well I couldn't let this time pass with out writing a little bit about how we celebrated Matt's birthday!He is 27 and I think he isn't quite sure about how that makes him feel yet. Aging is really just&amp;nbsp; a number though and he says he still feels like he is in his teens! With energy to tease and run after Kenyon and mow the lawn and go for a game of basketball sometimes too! (Well maybe not all on the same day!) Anyway let me tell you how the celebrations began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Matt took work off, what's a birthday without a 3 day weekend after all. We were determined to get busy on looking for a car for him since his red car went out a while back. Anyway after a liesurely morning we all got ready to head to Springs in order to look at a particular dealership, that had an ok priced truck that we had our eye on. Matt and I were going to test drive it while Kenyon played at Grandma's house. After dropping him off we headed up to the small dealership and asked to test drive a couple of the trucks. Matt and I talked it over and inspected the outside of the trucks as well as the inside, we thought everything looked pretty legit. So we went in to negotiate, but were told that the price was non negotiable. Which was very surprising, we understood their side and after seeing the vehicle reports and upkeep records we felt pretty confident. We decided to go for it. Signed on all the lines needed and asked some last minute questions. We were then handed the keys to our new truck. Everything was great until Matt got into the neighborhoods around his parents home. We parked and he told me to get into the truck and listen. As we applied the breaks at the various stop signs we could hear a sort of grinding. And it didn't go away. We called the dealership and explained the issue and were told later to take it to the tire place across the street from their lot at 8am. We were really nervous. I could see the business of Matt's thoughts in his eyes. We were really confused as to what could have caused this noise and why we didn't hear it during the test drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to stay calm and had made plans earlier in the day to go to a sky sox baseball game. The tickets were bought and thank heaven because we needed to get our minds off of the truck. We had dinner and talked and then I realized that we had nothing for the next day! And that the traditional birthday breakfast in bed would not be possible if we had to be at the car place so early in the morning. :) I was not happy about these things. We couldn't do much at this point though, so we all went on with our plan and headed to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Kenyon's first baseball game and he was super excited! He came ready with his baseball shirt on and his glove! However, I don't think we explained what a baseball game was all that well because as the game was about to start Matt told him to "get ready and put your glove on" because the game was starting! Kenyon did just that and then as the players were called to the field he started to march down the stairs!! Matt caught him and asked where he was going and Kenyon said so very innocently, "I'm going to go play?!" He was a little confused (and so cute). Anyway we tried explaining what was going to happen but then of course as he is looking out on the field there are little kids in uniform out with the players tossing the first pitches or standing for the national anthem. Kenyon only looked and asked, "Why do they get to play?" or , "That's not fair." Again we tried to explain but I am not sure it ever really made sense to him. One day it will! In the end he did have a really great time and we cheered on the home team, although they lost miserably! We danced and yelled for them to put in another pitcher, sang with the songs and using our expertise about baseball critiqued the technique of every player. The Sky Sox could have really used us on their team! We saw the team mascot and Kenyon liked him, as long as he stayed far away. Of course you can't go to a game without some snacks (according to Matt) and Kenyon picked popcorn and hot chocolate! He loved it saying, "I love this popcorn and salt!" He actually danced and was really getting comfortable standing on the seat until some older men behind us asked him where he learned to dance so great! Kenyon just stared at them and slowly made his way into my lap. When those older men left he noticed some little girls dancing and playing and he turned around in his seat to watch them. Later he told me that the two girls were his girlfriends. I told him he couldn't have a girlfriend until he was married! We laughed and had a great time. The game of course was horrible but the fireworks made it worth waiting around for! Kenyon loved the green fireworks! It was very late when we got home but were very lucky to be able to stay at Matt's parent's house. We went to sleep after chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately as we lied down the truck was not far from our minds, especially Matt's. The stress was coming back. We prayed that everything would go okay the next morning and that we would feel reassured with our decision, hoping for good news from the mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we made sure to listen for the grinding noise on our way to the mechanic, and sure enough it was real. We explained everything and waited for around 45 minutes and didn't do much else until we saw the dealer show up. We walked over to hear what was up. We were told that they didn't hear a noise, that the light that was flashing at us was just a broken sensor and that we would have to take care of it and that they had found a broken/loose drive rod, which they would pay to have fixed. We wanted to be sure that they could hear the noise though and so Matt took the dealer for a ride to show him that we weren't crazy. He returned a believer and told the mechanic what he thought it was, the mechanic then asked for a ride with Matt. Just a few minutes later they came back with some other options for what it was. The guy said they would take another look under the hood and continue to work on the other issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we were with no real idea of what was going on and feeling very unsure of ourselves. The previous night we prayed everything would go smoothly today and that we would feel reassured, and so far none of that had happened. We couldn't deny the fact that we wanted the truck, but we just didn't want it in that condition. So what is a person to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We marched right over to the dealership and gave the car back---of course it wasn't as easy as it sounds the guy turned into something we hadn't seen before. He was angry and said he was trying to do what he could---and that he was doing so in "good faith." Anyway we struggled with the guy about what we owed. He started to say that the lady that takes things down to the county to be done had already picked up our papers and the work had been done. And we glanced over to where we had signed papers and said to him that we saw our folder on the table and that there was no way someone had picked up and filed the paperwork after we had left the previous day at 4:40 on a Friday.&amp;nbsp; The guy was stumped and tried to pull another fast one and charge us for 2 days of having the car-- again we were stunned b/c we again had the truck from 4:40pm, drove it to Matt's parents house and then were back up to the shop at 8am. That isn't even 24 hours. The guy then said that we had over 100 miles on the car and was going to charge .99 per mile... we stopped him then and explained that we stayed in Springs that night and that Matt had reset the odometer. We went over and wrote down the miles and got our things out of the truck. We settled with the guy and then started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Mc. Donald's down the street and waited for Matt's dad to pick us up. I felt so bad for Matt. On his Birthday this is what happened. Crazy and Frustrating! I just had to make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Nayeli and Lori to see about the party we had been planning originally. Asked for their help in calling everyone and explained that Matt was so not feeling like a birthday boy. After a while we headed home from Springs. At home we all got showered and Matt got a nap. While he was napping I worked on a story about what the plan was that night and about our going to my mom's house for cake and ice cream. I was trying to clean and get things ready for everyone to arrive and not wake Matt up and make him suspicious at the same time...well I ran out of time, Matt woke up and I still hadn't gone to the store for the cake and ice cream and whatnot's. The time was coming and I was trying to figure out how to get him out of the house so that he wouldn't be here when people arrived. Of course he was hungry and wanted something to eat, and then got on the computer and checked his favorite sites. Time was running out and we had to go but I didn't want to give away the fact that I had planned something still and then Grandma Carrie and Grandpa Glenn came. I answered the door and quietly told them to come back in 15 minutes, and then Matt came to the door and they got to talking about the truck issue we had. At this point I was at a loss. I still hadn't gone to the store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he came in I told him he had to get Kenyon and go for a walk because I had planned something and he better play along! He just smiled. I told him to go through the alley and I would come in the car to get them. As he left I called those that were waiting around the corner and told them the door was open and that I had to go-- I tried explaining why we were so late but it didn't matter at this point. And as I was on the phone with Lori and Kevin, guess who they happened to pass, Matt and Kenyon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got in the car, picked them up, answered all of Matt's questions, and went for the items at wal mart. We came back and thanks to all the help from everyone had a great "Almost Surprise Birthday Party" for Matt. I think he had a blast and this was the first year that I had gotten this close to actually surprising him! I will keep trying of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this was long-- sorry, a lot happened though!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-3765815071217007865?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3765815071217007865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=3765815071217007865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/3765815071217007865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/3765815071217007865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/09/matts-birthday.html' title='Matt&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-4332669437824872109</id><published>2011-08-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:26:09.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my best friend and lover boy! I hope your day was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;Heather, Kenyon and Anthony!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-4332669437824872109?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4332669437824872109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=4332669437824872109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/4332669437824872109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/4332669437824872109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/08/matthew.html' title='Matthew'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-2709802338422898639</id><published>2011-07-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:09:17.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I slacked on writing for a few days due to girls camp preparations. My sis and I were asked to put together a craft where the girls could make fabric flowers for their hair. I was really excited when asked initially. I got to looking at ideas on line and playing around. We went to the fabric store and got some sample fabrics (which were free, and caused the ladies there to give us some sass). Anyway I got to it right away the next day creating what I hoped would be a cute hair accessory for older teenage girls.Here it is: (Excuse my hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcBZJhWdo6o/TjGecDBToiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IrdFwcSj0zU/s1600/DSCF3138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcBZJhWdo6o/TjGecDBToiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IrdFwcSj0zU/s320/DSCF3138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx8TLPJJcTU/TjGedjLIOLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qmVn10MMyvA/s1600/DSCF3162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx8TLPJJcTU/TjGedjLIOLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qmVn10MMyvA/s320/DSCF3162.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I even showed my initial flower to my summer school students and one girl asked if she could buy it from me. I was flattered, and I definitely&amp;nbsp; gave her an A+++! Just kidding of course. Anyway showed it to some others including my family and everyone seemed to go for it. But when we went back for the fabric, what do you know a week later it is gone?!&amp;nbsp; So we got other fabric after what seemed like an hours of searching and debating over what color to use. We chose black polka dot with a white polka dot and a pink print with tulle. They came out a bit different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5pCbjDJ7PA/TjGe3rHRGNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/899-znv8ldE/s1600/DSCF3139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5pCbjDJ7PA/TjGe3rHRGNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/899-znv8ldE/s320/DSCF3139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink, Tulle puff ball.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_wQgWgvZ6c/TjGe4h9C2xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cA-d6obDTLA/s1600/DSCF3155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_wQgWgvZ6c/TjGe4h9C2xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cA-d6obDTLA/s320/DSCF3155.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZN5cj-09-o/TjGe57xiM5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NCxjftAV4jc/s1600/DSCF3165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZN5cj-09-o/TjGe57xiM5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NCxjftAV4jc/s320/DSCF3165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7-5dvsM8z8/TjGe60PAUfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0LNtbmahydU/s1600/DSCF3166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7-5dvsM8z8/TjGe60PAUfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0LNtbmahydU/s320/DSCF3166.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think? I still need a picture of the black one straight on -- I will add it later...if I remember! We decided to let the yw do both of the flowers (pink and polka dot). Little did we know that some wouldn't even be able to string a piece of thread...eek. While we were giving directions on the black one, another lady who I was sitting next to and helping began asking me very specific questions about the material and size and directions, I thought, 'Wow people are really liking this!' Then I find out that this woman actually makes and sells the hair flowers and bows!!!! What the heck-- she was just getting all my info from me! I felt a little taken, if you know what I mean. And this after telling her that I am the one that created this from various other styles and a lot of researching and trial and error! Chalk it up to experience. Maybe I should get into the hair accessory business and beat her to the punch of selling these. Anyway, I guess I will survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we never got to the pink one, however there was going to be some other craft time, and since we went through all the work of getting the materials I was happy that they would still get to put it together. Until I got a call from my mom this morning at 8:40 telling me that she had been asked to direct the yw at the camp in making it at 9 am -- she had only 20ish minutes to figure out how to make it with my directions over the phone. Oh man did I feel bad for her. I am sure that it all turned out ok. And I can't wait to see some of the results.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all the day was good, but boy was it long!! I was so happy to be home! And I am definitely going to make today relaxing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright so before I go here are some other fabric flowers that I made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH4-ea6UZd4/TjGkHj_9vYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ww0F-0aceNQ/s1600/DSCF3154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LH4-ea6UZd4/TjGkHj_9vYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ww0F-0aceNQ/s320/DSCF3154.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A mini puff ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41hp_1Y4CYU/TjGkJGjy3rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/13StWzjG3dg/s1600/DSCF3161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41hp_1Y4CYU/TjGkJGjy3rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/13StWzjG3dg/s320/DSCF3161.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVMWvs5bu3Y/TjGkKolg4GI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NdTbQboDqhk/s1600/DSCF3164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVMWvs5bu3Y/TjGkKolg4GI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NdTbQboDqhk/s320/DSCF3164.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puff with a pearl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-2709802338422898639?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2709802338422898639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=2709802338422898639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2709802338422898639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2709802338422898639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcBZJhWdo6o/TjGecDBToiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IrdFwcSj0zU/s72-c/DSCF3138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-7547410449928487428</id><published>2011-07-23T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:33:18.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Went to the temple today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;We  had a good time and were able to go to Panera Bread which is Matt's  favorite restaurant!! LOL -- there is a joke to that which I will fill  you in on now:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mom was having a branch activity for husbands  and wives and she invited Matt and I. One of the activities that night  was a newly wed type of game. Well they asked the women certain  questions and the men certain questions and then we all came together  and they asked the questions again and had us answer on the spot. The  only question (ha! yeah right) that I answered wrong was:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"What is your husbands favorite restaurant?" &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This  question really baffled me. We had eaten out in some previous weeks and  we hadn't been really happy with service and food coming to us cold and  so I really had no idea what to say. Then it came to me, "We always go  to Panera Bread when we come home from the temple!" I think that is  probably his (our) favorite restaurant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well when the men came back and that question was asked Matt said Chili's !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(What?! We hadn't eaten there in such a long time!) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway  he looks at me puzzled I am sure at the fact that no one put a point up  by our name. I tell him what my answer was and he laughs, saying, "We  go there because you like it! That is your favorite restaurant!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boy was I embarrassed! But I felt really special too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Thanks Matt for taking me to my (our) favorite restaurant! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So  anyway every time we go to Springs or to the temple I ask him, "Yay, we  get to go to your favorite restaurant!" :) He just smiles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just have to add also that in the game, that we got 2nd place in, Matt was asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"What is your wifes favorite place?" A very general question in my opinion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway  I couldn't even think of where that place would be (or much less what  Matt would say that place is) because I am so full of variety, I am  sure, so I went with, Hobby Lobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matt's jaw dropped! I thought, "Gee, could he have said another craft store or my scrapbook room?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matt very sweetly said, "I thought your favorite place was the Temple!?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I  couldn't help but feel a little....well little. I also couldn't help  but laugh to the point of tears. Of course I love the temple! He was so  right. But to his (and my) defense the question was pretty broad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway  I love the temple and all the blessings that can be found there! I am  very lucky to be able to go regularly and have family that can watch  Kenyon for the day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks! And until next time, for all (2) of you who read this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-7547410449928487428?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7547410449928487428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=7547410449928487428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/7547410449928487428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/7547410449928487428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/07/temple-day.html' title='Temple Day!'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-2036925242181867574</id><published>2011-07-23T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:54:49.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>It is 1:43 in the morning and here we are, Matthew and I, awake....Playing with my mom's I Pod. Matt downloaded some music and some interesting apps and we can't settle for not winning something. So we keep trying! And we have mentioned already to each other the lateness of the hour but we keep it up. The Police Scanner app sure can be interesting too. And I have never before seen or known anything about crazy birds, or oh...I mean angry birds and I am afraid that I will like it as much as the marble game so I don't think I will. Yikes, someone just got pulled over and there was a mention of shots heard!? Its getting interesting!!! And there are 64 other people listening to police scanner.....OMG, they just mentioned the street that is one away from where we live. Holy Moly! Do we need a life? I mean it is now 1:52 and really what else is there to be doing other than sleeping?? (Rhetorical question). Well I think that is enough blogging for tonight. Maybe we will go to bed... I will let you know what we end up doing. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-2036925242181867574?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2036925242181867574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=2036925242181867574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2036925242181867574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2036925242181867574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/07/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-5133409613101867192</id><published>2011-07-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:01:57.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last night we had an interesting time for dinner. Firstly, some of you know that Matthew gets out of work pretty late. Well yesterday he decided to mow the lawn, but of course nothing can go smoothly so the lawn mower kept dying on him, and what should take around 1 hour max to do (including watering and some weeding) took almost 2 hours! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while he was out there I was watching from our kitchen window thinking of dinner and when I should start cooking so that it wouldn't get cold by the time he could finally come inside. And it came to me! "Hamburger Helper! Duh-Doi! Why not? It is after all a good last minute go to meal!" (These were my exact thoughts by the way:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start making it and it is done right on time and Matt comes in. I get the plates and so on and start smelling something fishy. I try to brush this aside thinking it is just my pregnant smell-ability getting in the way and it is all in my head. But the smell only gets stronger. My stomach starts churning. I smell the area that the smell came from...only to find that the smell is coming from my plates, the ones that I took out of the dishwasher?? Anyway I ask Matt to take a whiff and he puts the plates into the sink and suggests bowls to eat. I get the bowls. We sit at the table. Matt dishes out the food and as soon as he uncovers the Hamburger Helper I start to smell dog food. I try to talk myself out of the smell saying it is only my head, but before I know it I have made myself sick to my stomach. I can't eat it! I look at Matt picking at it he looks at me and very sweetly says, "You don't have to eat it...did you want to go get something?" I look at the food and feel bad about it going to waste so I say no. I try to get Kenyon to eat dinner, but don't even feel like forcing him because I am not going to eat it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell Matt after debating it in my head a bit longer that I can't eat this and that I would like to go get something. Matt then says he isn't really into the meal either and I start to take the plates. Kenyon gets sad so I put his back. And this is where we all started to laugh: Matt asks Kenyon if we can go to McDonald's. Kenyon then looks at his bowl and then at Matt, pushes his bowl away and says, "Let's go. I'm out of here!" That was the perfect response. We all cracked up laughing and picked up the table and went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it wasn't the perfect night and certainly not the perfect dinner, but we made the best of it. And Kenyon as usual provided some much needed comic relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Hamburger Helper will not be making an appearance on our table until this pregnancy is over. I also switched the dishwasher detergent just in case it can help my nose at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back on here everyone. Hope you enjoy our awkward, but funny moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-5133409613101867192?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5133409613101867192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=5133409613101867192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/5133409613101867192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/5133409613101867192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/07/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-1587219041798322952</id><published>2011-07-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:34:10.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowsa!!!</title><content type='html'>So it has clearly been a while since either me or Matt have written on here, sorry. In an attempts to revive my blogging skills as well as my journal keeping I will be trying this out again. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-1587219041798322952?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1587219041798322952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=1587219041798322952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1587219041798322952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1587219041798322952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2011/07/wowsa.html' title='Wowsa!!!'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-8189190576855932388</id><published>2009-11-03T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:44:13.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Halloween came and went with a bang! Heather decided to use her craft room and make Kenyon a costume! She did such a good job. Michelle and her family came down the week of Halloween and Kenyon got to spend some time with the cousins! On Friday 10/30/09, the Mesa Ward (our ward) had their annual Halloween party. Kenyon got into his costume and went to get some candy! He had a good time with all the kids! Heather and I had the joy of doing games as the Young Women were in charge of activities for the party. Heather did a pumpkin decorating contest and I did a ping pong ball toss. We then went home and fell asleep!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:f4d00716-c87d-48bc-9a2f-6b570ccf76d3" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-5473a1d6b7a4e233.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=5473A1D6B7A4E233!167&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Kenyon the great Panda!" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SvEiuz8THFI/AAAAAAAAADo/8JGou5ZjZP4/InlineRepresentation7eb31aaf-3bdd-4f8b-b3e4-ca556ac853c1.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-5473a1d6b7a4e233.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=5473A1D6B7A4E233!167&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saturday, Heather and I went to the Denver Temple. Lori was kind enough to spend the day with Kenyon while we went. The temple was so great. Heather and I have made the goal of attending every month. What blessing we have seen as we fulfill that goal. On our way back, we stopped in Castle Rock to find Kenyon some shoes (Heather too!). We picked Kenyon up from Lori’s and headed over to their ward and mom and dad’s ward for their annual Halloween party. It was packed! So many people were dressed up and we decided to dress Kenyon up too, only to find out that we left half of his costume! It was fun and we headed back home to do some of our family trick or treating. Kenyon absolutely loved it! Every time he would get candy, he would say “thank you!” We stopped by the Sister Missionary’s house and talked with them and saw their funny decorations. He then spent some time with Heather’s family and came home to watch a scary movie. Movie was lame and Heather and Megan both fell asleep before the credits because!! What an exhausting weekend! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:e2c73e7b-bee7-47ef-9b2a-f65ace362b08" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-5473a1d6b7a4e233.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=5473A1D6B7A4E233!178&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Denver Temple" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SvEivZ_fLJI/AAAAAAAAADs/smFSbLtgUMI/InlineRepresentation6d03437d-4b3e-4cb8-90d7-385f4300dbc3.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-5473a1d6b7a4e233.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=5473A1D6B7A4E233!178&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&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/1925209582809896062-8189190576855932388?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8189190576855932388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=8189190576855932388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8189190576855932388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8189190576855932388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SvEiuz8THFI/AAAAAAAAADo/8JGou5ZjZP4/s72-c/InlineRepresentation7eb31aaf-3bdd-4f8b-b3e4-ca556ac853c1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-5310686197505484040</id><published>2009-10-11T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:30:19.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Burrr-freezin” Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow! It’s been a while! Today was an eventful day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-5310686197505484040?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5310686197505484040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=5310686197505484040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/5310686197505484040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/5310686197505484040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2009/10/colorado.html' title='&amp;quot;Burrr-freezin” Colorado'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-1786958328012462561</id><published>2008-12-18T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:53:38.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SUs27PmIBhI/AAAAAAAAABc/kHntVQ7eU1A/s1600-h/DSC_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281375379448661522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SUs27PmIBhI/AAAAAAAAABc/kHntVQ7eU1A/s200/DSC_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to celebrate Christmas a little different this year. Instead of buying gifts for each other, we decided to spend some time together as a family. We had originally planned to go to Utah and visit friends and family but was asked to assist with Daniel and Jackie Parry's sealing. So we quickly booked a hotel in Denver and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SUs7VoCwHOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xtno42SXuJM/s1600-h/DSCF4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281380230734290146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SUs7VoCwHOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xtno42SXuJM/s200/DSCF4474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;headed out! That's it so far. We will keep everyb&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SV24mF8gZLI/AAAAAAAAACU/r2kXNDxrqjc/s1600-h/DSCF4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286584502173328562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SV24mF8gZLI/AAAAAAAAACU/r2kXNDxrqjc/s200/DSCF4518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ody posted! So the Saturday following the sealing, we went to the Denver Aquarium. Here are a few pics of our adventure!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SV23aMFvBJI/AAAAAAAAACM/JJI5i-hOkDQ/s1600-h/DSCF4516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286583198152590482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SV23aMFvBJI/AAAAAAAAACM/JJI5i-hOkDQ/s200/DSCF4516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SV25yfyEy-I/AAAAAAAAACc/BIILSaRbSc0/s1600-h/DSCF4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286585814778956770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SV25yfyEy-I/AAAAAAAAACc/BIILSaRbSc0/s200/DSCF4514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-1786958328012462561?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1786958328012462561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=1786958328012462561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1786958328012462561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1786958328012462561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everybody.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SUs27PmIBhI/AAAAAAAAABc/kHntVQ7eU1A/s72-c/DSC_0326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-8604292637375027705</id><published>2008-11-28T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:06:34.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SToyKVVWSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/OswZ3C5Y9_g/s1600-h/DSCF4432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276585066524723634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SToyKVVWSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/OswZ3C5Y9_g/s200/DSCF4432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday was Thanksgiving and I am very thankful for all that we were able to enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters on Wednesday Matthew, Kenyon and I went up to Co. Springs to enjoy family at game night! It was pretty interesting and fun to say the least! We only played Yahtzee. It was fun! We stayed in a Hotel, because there was no room at the Hepworth Inn! Just kidding. Matt played "Turkey Bowl" with all of his brothers and Dad. He had a lot of fun but pretty sore since his tail bone is pretty bruised. We then went back to the hotel to get ready for family pictures. The pictures were pretty crazy, just like any Hepworth gathering, but it turned out good. We then had dinner with everybody and headed back to Pueblo for dinner with the Rhule family. The missionaries were there and a new convert. The food was great but we were pretty full already. Needless to say that made for an early night!! We are very thankful for the family we have and cherish them dearly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-8604292637375027705?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8604292637375027705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=8604292637375027705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8604292637375027705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8604292637375027705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Thankful for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9tvaD2cAm2A/SToyKVVWSbI/AAAAAAAAABM/OswZ3C5Y9_g/s72-c/DSCF4432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-4497903635351483792</id><published>2008-11-15T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:38:11.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello all it's been quite a while since I las updated anything on our blog. We have kind of a slow internet at home so hang in there and don't give up on the blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Halloween passed and Kenyon was a Bird!? a Plane!? no... SUPERMAN!!! he was so cute. Matt went to work in his African Outfit with a drum and I dressed up as a Princess! Pictures hopefully will be underneath this post. Matthew had to work on Halloween until 8:30 so Kenyon and I and my family went to the church trunk-or-treat which was really fun! After the trunk or treat everyone came to our house and went around the neighborhood. Kenyon thought that he didn't get enough on the first go around and we just had to go out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All the people in our neighborhood got a kick out of him- especially since I had put him in the carrier and he was facing out with the cape on his costume draped over my shoulder to give the flying illusion. He did so good! We got tired and Matthew and my dad came to pick us up and we made one more stop at Grandma Carrie and Grandpa Glenn's. We took some pictures and relaxed for a little bit and then headed home. Kenyon and I stayed home while mom and dad went out and Matthew took the girls out to rent the Hulk and get some Pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everyone eventually made it back we watched the show and had an extremely late night!! But it was a blast!! Good thing we were able to sleep in on Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;PS: Does anyone want some candy? It is late november and we still have a pumpkin full of candy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-4497903635351483792?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4497903635351483792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=4497903635351483792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/4497903635351483792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/4497903635351483792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time.html' title='long time'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-1556193192388609903</id><published>2008-10-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:51:32.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirksters</title><content type='html'>Yes I am quirky and here are the facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like to fold laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to eat baby food. Especially the pureed bananas, rice cereal and carrots! And yes Kenyon is starting to eat all the pureed foods so I help him every now and then! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to make up my own songs as if I am in my own musical! Or create my own renditions of already existing songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do not like sharp objects and fear cutting my fingers off. I do not like fire because it is also dangerous-- like during fireworks when matt lights firey rockets I think that the sparks may catch fire on clothes or houses!! Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I try to think of worst case scenarios for situations and think of what I would do to get out of them. After thinking of what I would do I hash it out in my mind and think of where my plan might go wrong so that I can revise the plan. ie if a fire started in the kitchen and I was in Kenyon's room what would I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a lazy pinky toe. To explain when I stand up or put my foot flat on a surface most toes go straight with the to nails facing up, but my pinky toe lays to the side, not up. I have shown most of my family members it is such a conversation starter!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have painted a picture of quirkiness for everyone. Thanks this was fun! I think I will tag Matthew, Amanda  for herself and since I don't think there are rules for this game I will have Amanda also note six quirks about her family-- Mike, Emma and Aaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-1556193192388609903?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1556193192388609903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=1556193192388609903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1556193192388609903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1556193192388609903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/10/quirksters.html' title='Quirksters'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-2315255440679618615</id><published>2008-08-24T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:35:44.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"sneaky sneaky"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was organizing our pictures on our computer and found a few from Matt's birthday of Kenyon and thought they were so cute. Heres the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kenyon loves to suck his thumb, but on the sneaks, because if Matt or I see him we will usually take his thumb out and give him the pacifier. Well being the sneaky little guy that he is after Matt layed him on our couch he rolled into the corner of the couch and sneakily slipped his little thumb into his mouth and went to town. Matt and I caught him and called out his name and when he realized we were calling his name or looking at him he looked at us like, "what I wasn't doing anything!?" He is too cute.  Anyway here are the pictures we took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~ok so the pictures are soon to come because for some reason the pics aren't being allowed to upload, sorry-- I will have tech support (Matthew) look at the issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-2315255440679618615?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2315255440679618615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=2315255440679618615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2315255440679618615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2315255440679618615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/08/sneaky-sneaky.html' title='&quot;sneaky sneaky&quot;'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-8240334765254983904</id><published>2008-08-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:28:54.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away...</title><content type='html'>Hello again!  Matt, Kenyon and Heather here just  sitting on the couch this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; evening watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;. It has been raining for almost a complete three days and it sure has taken a toll on our house!!&lt;br /&gt;   On Thursday afternoon after a hard and fast rain came sweeping through Pueblo I walked down stairs to find a nice big puddle in the basement, by the back door. I looked out side and the drains from our walkway weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;draining&lt;/span&gt; the right way. I was so upset I told Matt right away and then threw an old towel down to soak up what it could. I thought that it was just a one time crazy thing that happened but the rain kept on coming and on Friday before Matt took Kenyon to Grandma Carrie's he discovered another puddle inside and out. Matt noticed that the gutters were not draining properly and the drains also were covered up so the water didn't have any where to go, except into our house! Today Matt spent most of the morning in the rain cleaning out the gutters and pulling weeds. The gutters were disgusting and the weeds were out of control! I am glad that Matt is willing to take care of these things because I wouldn't know how or where to start!! &lt;br /&gt;   While Matt was outside Kenyon and I stayed inside all nice and cozy playing and tidying up a bit. Matt finally came in and we got ready and went to get some lunch. Subway for me and Chinese for Matt. Matt took a nap-- lucky, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaven&lt;/span&gt; came over. Matt must have been very asleep when I woke him up to tell him that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaven&lt;/span&gt; was here because when I told him that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaven&lt;/span&gt; was knocking he stood up really quick, rubbed his face and then ran into Kenyon's room!! I just had to laugh. When he came out he looked at me like "what just happened?" Way funny.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway we are waiting for Phelps to swim again and then we are going for groceries. This is a pretty good update so I think that I will leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-8240334765254983904?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8240334765254983904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=8240334765254983904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8240334765254983904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8240334765254983904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away...'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-2785488497706495107</id><published>2008-08-06T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:00:17.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up from Cat-Scan</title><content type='html'>So we received the result from the cat-scan and everything came back negative, so that was great news!! Grandma Carrie just started watching Kenyon this week since Heather's family is going to Mexico. Grandma loves playing with him and I know Kenyon loves the attention. He's started to laugh a little bit and moves like CRAZY!! He goes in on Monday for his 4 month check up and we are sure he is over 16 pounds!! CHUNKY MONKEY!! LOL, anyway, we better get going, we have a party to go to!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-2785488497706495107?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2785488497706495107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=2785488497706495107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2785488497706495107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/2785488497706495107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/08/follow-up-from-cat-scan.html' title='Follow up from Cat-Scan'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-1341711040997571692</id><published>2008-06-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:48:33.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Scan</title><content type='html'>(Sorry, this was never put out)So today we took Kenyon in for his Cat scan. They asked that he be tired when we bring him in inorder for him to lay still. Kenyon, laying still?? Anyway, we went to bed kinda late, like usual, thinking Kenyon would wake up early and we would make him stay awake. One of the only nights he slept the whole night, was last night!! Can't complain though. We went to the hospital at 7:20 and were done by 8:00. Our Doctor will have the results within 48 hrs, so we will let everybody know what going to happen!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-1341711040997571692?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1341711040997571692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=1341711040997571692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1341711040997571692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/1341711040997571692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat-scan.html' title='Cat Scan'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1925209582809896062.post-8445927074317699428</id><published>2008-06-21T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:04:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm, Hello??</title><content type='html'>So we decided to join the "cool" people and start this blog. It's 1:30 am and so we won't write much! Since this is new, we do have myspace and facebook with more pics. So just ask and we will tell you the web address!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1925209582809896062-8445927074317699428?l=lestresamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8445927074317699428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1925209582809896062&amp;postID=8445927074317699428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8445927074317699428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1925209582809896062/posts/default/8445927074317699428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestresamigos.blogspot.com/2008/06/ummmm-hello.html' title='Ummmm, Hello??'/><author><name>the (4) amigos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13404458713784219088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
