<?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-8685884155846772310</id><updated>2012-02-01T10:20:35.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addi &amp; Co.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3204209602067797389</id><published>2012-01-29T17:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:15:33.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the "Lake"</title><content type='html'>Before Matt starts the craziness tomorrow, we decided to take advantage of our time together and the really nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of can't believe how nice it has been here.  I mean, I remember the winters being nice, but it has been almost 80 all week.  I really enjoy it, but at the same time I think it's so bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right by our house is this really nice community called The Islands.  They are beautiful homes that surround a man-made lake.  We went for a walk by this lake the other day and had a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_eS8gwjMds/TyXr2rz5XVI/AAAAAAAABNA/udCDgP04sWQ/s1600/IMG_3572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_eS8gwjMds/TyXr2rz5XVI/AAAAAAAABNA/udCDgP04sWQ/s320/IMG_3572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703223827840458066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9X-7QuBkvk/TyXr2CSQ2HI/AAAAAAAABM0/CmzP-25iAAE/s1600/IMG_3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9X-7QuBkvk/TyXr2CSQ2HI/AAAAAAAABM0/CmzP-25iAAE/s320/IMG_3571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703223816693536882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-156-lltYnXM/TyXr24rDKpI/AAAAAAAABNM/slUHvcj2_8s/s1600/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-156-lltYnXM/TyXr24rDKpI/AAAAAAAABNM/slUHvcj2_8s/s320/IMG_3573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703223831293012626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AbXefm3EfBk/TyXsrh2UxyI/AAAAAAAABNY/gQi6XD1fXaM/s1600/IMG_3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AbXefm3EfBk/TyXsrh2UxyI/AAAAAAAABNY/gQi6XD1fXaM/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703224735699355426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9j-tGe5rTo/TyXsrgyVFyI/AAAAAAAABNo/oIVVEth_LHw/s1600/IMG_3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9j-tGe5rTo/TyXsrgyVFyI/AAAAAAAABNo/oIVVEth_LHw/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703224735414163234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I will have to take Addi to this lake and feed the ducks.  There were SO MANY ducks there!  &lt;br /&gt;Well... Matt starts school tomorrow.  Here we go again I guess?&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be starting to get the first week over with (it's always the worst), but I'm dreading it, too.  Not for me, but for him.  I feel so bad for him, seriously I would never choose to go to law school in a million years. It really is as bad as they say.  BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I decided for 2012 to have a positive outlook.  I have started changing the way I think about things.  It has not been easy.  But I want to be more happy.  I noticed last semester I started getting negative and it made me unhappy.  It's so easy to get negative and complain when things don't go your way.  &lt;br /&gt;So here's to a new outlook and a happier life.  &lt;br /&gt;I've tried really hard to be optimistic this past week and it has honestly made me a happier person and I have more patience with Addi, and I find myself just wanting to serve Matt and do anything to make him happy.  &lt;br /&gt;I am liking this new outlook already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3204209602067797389?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3204209602067797389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3204209602067797389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3204209602067797389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3204209602067797389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2012/01/fun-at-lake.html' title='Fun at the &quot;Lake&quot;'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_eS8gwjMds/TyXr2rz5XVI/AAAAAAAABNA/udCDgP04sWQ/s72-c/IMG_3572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-6085831128538264613</id><published>2012-01-26T19:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:40:44.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A...</title><content type='html'>Girl! &lt;br /&gt;Another one, and I am so surprised and feel overwhelming love for her! &lt;br /&gt;I always thought I would have another girl after Addi.  I even made a baby girl rag quilt last summer for her, even though I wasn't even pregnant at the time.  I just thought I knew it would be a girl after Addi. &lt;br /&gt;Then I got pregnant and had such a different pregnancy that I thought it must be a boy.  And everytime we asked Addi what it was she would say boy.  Every. Single. Time.  So I thought, huh- She must be right.  Why would she say boy every time?  So I guess I kind of convinced myself that it was a boy.  We even had a name picked out! &lt;br /&gt;But then the last couple days I started having a feeling that it could be a girl.  And my mom guessed girl, which shocked me, and my sister even had a dream it was a girl. &lt;br /&gt;I told the ultrasound tech to check again and again... Just to be sure (she thought I was Ca-Razy!)  And I'm almost 23 weeks along, so there's no mistaking it really. &lt;br /&gt;So..... YAHOO!!!  She's healthy and everything looks great, which is always a huge relief.&lt;br /&gt;How great will it be to have two little girls?  Okay they probably won't be best friends at first... but maybe in 20 years? &lt;br /&gt;I am a blessed woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-6085831128538264613?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/6085831128538264613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=6085831128538264613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6085831128538264613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6085831128538264613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2012/01/its.html' title='It&apos;s A...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-2688156514350824621</id><published>2012-01-14T11:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:01:48.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays 2011</title><content type='html'>We've been in Utah for almost 6 weeks!  Matt had a 2 month break before next semester so we decided what the hay?  We wanted snow so bad, and we've had maybe 2 snow days.  Boo!  But we have had a TON of fun since we've been here.  I've done a lot of hair for old clients and family and I forgot how much i LOVE to do hair.  I can't wait to have my own Salon someday.  I've been blessed to spend some time with great friends here, too. And Family... I love my family.  I can honestly say this year I did not care one bit what i got for Christmas.  I was just so happy to be surrounded by family.  It was seriously great.  We stayed for a few weeks at my parents and now we're staying at the in-laws.  It's so nice to not have to worry about cooking dinner or grocery shopping or whatever!  With all the stress we both had last semester, it was definitely a needed break!  I feel a little bit more ready to go back to Arizona now.  I feel rejuvenated!  I hope Matt does, too :)&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting so excited to have this baby!  The first 20ish weeks just plain sucked.  Now that I'm further along I can feel baby move and I actually feel pregnant, not just fluffy and chubby.  And we're all three excited to find out what we'll be having in a few weeks.  I can't wait to get everything ready and shop for the little bug!&lt;br /&gt;My baby brother, Nate, got his mission call last week to the France, Lyon mission.  From what people say it's a hard mission but he is one of the hardest workers I know so I know he'll do great.  He's already taking a French class at BYU this semester and his new roommate just got back from that same mission so he's been talking to my brother about what to expect etc.  Today he is going through the temple and I'm so excited for him.  After he goes through today, every one of my family members will have gone through the temple.  There are so many wonderful blessings there.&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago we headed up to Temple Square with my parents, my sister and her baby to look around the Visitor's Centers and eat at the Lion House.  Addi has loved playing with her cousins, and she loves to be a mom to Nixon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnTmSlryYGs/TxHOP1pJ7II/AAAAAAAABLU/PQWhDkWWuaI/s1600/jan%2B2012%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnTmSlryYGs/TxHOP1pJ7II/AAAAAAAABLU/PQWhDkWWuaI/s320/jan%2B2012%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697561775093443714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, Sister, and I also went to Gardner Village before Christmas to eat, shop, and play- well, it was really too cold to play, so we just ate a lot and shopped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxvGDLpRYiI/TxHO11J07rI/AAAAAAAABLg/Me16COIa8Xw/s1600/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxvGDLpRYiI/TxHO11J07rI/AAAAAAAABLg/Me16COIa8Xw/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697562427797073586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas parties are always a bunch of fun, and we had a lot of them this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XonVnXE3KOE/TxHPWfZl0qI/AAAAAAAABLs/j1EOkZIQ94U/s1600/IMG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XonVnXE3KOE/TxHPWfZl0qI/AAAAAAAABLs/j1EOkZIQ94U/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697562988893295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyxUPhPKSpc/TxHPWtyq-qI/AAAAAAAABL0/esA5gY_ddXU/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyxUPhPKSpc/TxHPWtyq-qI/AAAAAAAABL0/esA5gY_ddXU/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697562992756587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a couple pics of Christmas morning at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Addi has been saying since October that she wanted a Barbie Cash Register.  How easy is that?  I love shopping for little kids cuz they just don't want a lot!  She was happy with this one gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCvYo9NSYHY/TxHP-p7AbRI/AAAAAAAABMY/EubGi5Nx0Y0/s1600/IMG_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCvYo9NSYHY/TxHP-p7AbRI/AAAAAAAABMY/EubGi5Nx0Y0/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697563678912572690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After visiting Lexie's house and playing dress-ups for hours on end, I decided to get her some dress-ups, and boy am I glad I did.  She wears them everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5rqSNW9fxg/TxHP-RqyLII/AAAAAAAABMQ/aV2yb1znIrQ/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5rqSNW9fxg/TxHP-RqyLII/AAAAAAAABMQ/aV2yb1znIrQ/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697563672402078850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, she couldn't even wait till she was done with her presents to try them on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pMwwXmBFfo/TxHP-OT2BtI/AAAAAAAABME/Zao4nIupfiY/s1600/IMG_0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pMwwXmBFfo/TxHP-OT2BtI/AAAAAAAABME/Zao4nIupfiY/s320/IMG_0749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697563671500555986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I look hot.  What can I say, mornings are my prime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIo3rVkowR4/TxHP-4u1P_I/AAAAAAAABMo/tc3ljQTlwY4/s1600/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIo3rVkowR4/TxHP-4u1P_I/AAAAAAAABMo/tc3ljQTlwY4/s320/IMG_0743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697563682888040434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope everyone had a spectacular Holiday Season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2688156514350824621?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2688156514350824621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2688156514350824621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2688156514350824621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2688156514350824621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidays-2011.html' title='Holidays 2011'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/-MnTmSlryYGs/TxHOP1pJ7II/AAAAAAAABLU/PQWhDkWWuaI/s72-c/jan%2B2012%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5411386332256251492</id><published>2011-11-24T14:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T14:27:07.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Today is Thanksgiving and I feel especially thankful today.  I don't know if it's because it's Thanksgiving, or because I finally get to spend time with my husband and be together just the three of us.  It's so joyful.&lt;br /&gt;Today is our first Thanksgiving away from our family.  I love our families, but I am so happy today to just be the three of us.  We have had such a fun day already, preparing food for the big dinner tonight, watching TV together, laughing and relaxing.  It seems like with Matt gone, we are never together very much.  I have loved today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Disclaimer:  One of my biggest pet peeves is when people brag about their spouses on blogs, so I will just try to say what I'm thankful for in a tasteful way :) Sorry if I do brag a little bit, but this is my blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past 4 months have been so hard.  We moved away from everything we knew to start a new life; one that we knew would be challenging but worth it in the end.  I am thankful for trials.  Yes, I REALLY am.  Since we moved here everything about this life has been hard.  The two things that have not been a challenge is our love for each other and our faith in Jesus Christ.  These two things have gotten us through and we have found many, many happy times.  We have been able to grow together as a family, away from everyone and everything we once knew.  Matt and Addi are all I have.  I am thankful that I can lean on them to bring me joy through hardness.  I don't know what I would do without the beautiful gospel of Jesus Christ.  I have found joy through sorrow, and hope when the days are dark.  I have learned not just to push through the hard stuff and get it over with, but to dig deep and find that I can be a happy person, filled with hope even when the waters rough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Life is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is so good to me, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as I'm sure all of your husbands are to you :)&lt;/span&gt;  I have learned so much more about who he is, as we've been on our own.  He takes care of me like I never knew he could.  I have leaned on him for support especially as I've been sick with this baby.  He is my rock, everyday.  I never knew he was such a hard worker.  I've never seen anyone work as hard as he does at school, staying up many nights until midnight studying.  He is not afraid to dream, and somehow I know he will make all of my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Addi-girl.  She is a passionate girl!  She has a zest for life that I envy.  She loves to laugh, she is strong-willed and she will do what it takes to get her way!&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my friends down here.  I am happy that I was able to serve a mission so close to home, so I could keep in touch with some of my best friends that I met on my mission.  These friends are still some of my best friends and I'm grateful to be able to spend Thanksgiving with them today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to be pregnant!  I love this lil babe inside of me!  I wonder what it will look like, what it's personality will be like, and I mostly wonder what gender it will be! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; CAN'T WAIT TO FIND OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5411386332256251492?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5411386332256251492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5411386332256251492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5411386332256251492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5411386332256251492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8498075627341643369</id><published>2011-11-14T13:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:43:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going to be expanding our house two more feet!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy to be able to finally tell people I'm pregnant with #2! It feels like hitting the 12 week mark took FOREVER! But i'm a little over 12 wks now and so excited not to have to keep it a secret anymore! We planned it perfectly to have the baby by the end of May (when Matt was supposed to be DONE with finals) but his school moved finals back a week so now I'm due the sunday BEFORE finals. Eeek! i'm not too worried though, it will all work out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm showing a lot earlier than last pregnancy, and from what I read and hear, that's quite normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy is so different from my first. I have been a hundred times more sick with nausea all freakin day and afternoon/evening headaches. IT SUCKS!! I have to remind myself that I'm really fortunate to be able to be pregnant and that my baby is healthy. That's all that matters. I am also really blessed to have Addi. Granted, she is kind of high-maintenance and loves attention, but she has surprisingly been so understanding and cooperative with my "tummy-aches". She will go play by herself, or bring me a drink and crackers, or just let me lay down. I feel blessed to have her. She has brightened my days and has given me soemthing to laugh about every day even when I don't feel like laughing. She's a funny girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night for Family Night I made a lesson to break the news to her that we would be having another baby. I guess Matt and I were expecting her to understand it completely and I thought she would be a little devasted. The only thing she said after we told her was, "Goodness!" Today when I picked her up from preschool, her teacher told me she had spilled the beans and yelled to the class, "I'm going to be a big sister!", so i guess she does get it and she is excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night we took my first "pregnancy" picture and then Addi had to do exactly the same thing after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijoc3XGrH0E/TsF82CN_x-I/AAAAAAAABK8/yUAx4E8Yeog/s1600/img_3563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674954273213892578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijoc3XGrH0E/TsF82CN_x-I/AAAAAAAABK8/yUAx4E8Yeog/s320/img_3563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow! I don't know about me showing, but Addi sure is :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpI5k0wV9cg/TsF82UwzJrI/AAAAAAAABLI/BuryFsKezvk/s1600/img_3565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674954278191703730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpI5k0wV9cg/TsF82UwzJrI/AAAAAAAABLI/BuryFsKezvk/s320/img_3565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8498075627341643369?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8498075627341643369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8498075627341643369' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8498075627341643369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8498075627341643369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-going-to-be-expanding-our-house.html' title='We&apos;re going to be expanding our house two more feet!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijoc3XGrH0E/TsF82CN_x-I/AAAAAAAABK8/yUAx4E8Yeog/s72-c/img_3563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-6105905163220150318</id><published>2011-11-01T16:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:40:28.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>It's been almost two months.&lt;br /&gt;Howdy ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;Between my sister and my lovely friend Jen, I have had an earful of why I should be blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just sit on my lazy butt and watch 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, actually I've been really busy for the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to recap a little.&lt;br /&gt;September was fun. I started babysitting a 6 year old boy 3-4 times a week for a few hrs a day. He brings a zillion games everytime and we play games for hours. Sounds fun huh? (It gets old)&lt;br /&gt;I've made some friends in my ward and have babysat a lot for them. really makes me want to have more kids (I can't tell if I said that sarcastically or not) :)&lt;br /&gt;September was mostly just getting used to our new schedules; Matt's studying schedule, my daily routines with Addi, play groups etc.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and... Addi started Preschool. I can't believe she's all grown up. It really was a hard day for me. She looked so cute and has done well. I totally signed her up last minute, after a friend convinced me that this teacher was amazing and that it would be good for her to make friends down here. Its so good for her, but I miss her a lot. It's three days a week for 2.5 hrs a day. But it's really good for her to be socializing and developing her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October went by so fast! The first week Matt had off for Fall Break, which was SO NICE! He spent a lot of time with us and Addi turned three that week. We did a Tangled Birthday Party. On her actual birthday we decided to drive up to Payson (hour and a half away) to see the "Fall Leaves". To our dismay, there was not one fall leaf. It was a "mountain" of Pine trees and Cactus. But it was fun to get out of the valley and see some new sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi's B-Day Partay. She was a little overwhelmed at first when all these kids came over, but she got used to it, especially when they brought the gifts out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzekNa5myC0/TrB26ypcVAI/AAAAAAAABJQ/jj25yDU_IWs/s1600/img_3535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670162683259540482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EzekNa5myC0/TrB26ypcVAI/AAAAAAAABJQ/jj25yDU_IWs/s320/img_3535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd85t1Ynkbg/TrB26TTzVqI/AAAAAAAABJE/t9jGLWWkozE/s1600/img_3530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670162674847274658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd85t1Ynkbg/TrB26TTzVqI/AAAAAAAABJE/t9jGLWWkozE/s320/img_3530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZE7YVougt8/TrB26InlJxI/AAAAAAAABI4/5ojgy9puKS0/s1600/img_3525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670162671977441042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZE7YVougt8/TrB26InlJxI/AAAAAAAABI4/5ojgy9puKS0/s320/img_3525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday my sweet Adds! I can't believe how grown up she has become these past few months. She is learning so much and she's a fun little friend to me everyday. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, my mom and dad came down for a week to visit. We had a lot of fun. We visited the pool a lot, even though it was ICE COLD WATER! We went to the Phoenix Zoo, Science Museum, out to eat, Mesa Temple, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcjvO9Nun3o/TrB8-Rl9sCI/AAAAAAAABKA/-SzGaIrGShM/s1600/img_3546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670169340175822882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcjvO9Nun3o/TrB8-Rl9sCI/AAAAAAAABKA/-SzGaIrGShM/s320/img_3546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s585rtw46gs/TrB892Baq_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/FCbZW2jrs_k/s1600/img_3544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670169332774775794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s585rtw46gs/TrB892Baq_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/FCbZW2jrs_k/s320/img_3544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fabulous Mom and Sister made this quilt and pillows for Addi's birthday. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it's really amazing! Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1334X1Samk/TrB8Bi-ifXI/AAAAAAAABJo/oAv4W3a0Z-o/s1600/img_3541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670168296870280562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1334X1Samk/TrB8Bi-ifXI/AAAAAAAABJo/oAv4W3a0Z-o/s320/img_3541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd6b0ZsGqiQ/TrB8BFdJX3I/AAAAAAAABJc/SskGcWxjB18/s1600/img_3540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670168288945594226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hd6b0ZsGqiQ/TrB8BFdJX3I/AAAAAAAABJc/SskGcWxjB18/s320/img_3540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so much fun having them here. I love my family and miss them a lot. Miss them so much, that I decided to use our Airline Vouchers to fly home with Addi for 9 days. So off to Utah we went! We missed Matt a lot, but decided it was the perfect opportunity. Addi didn't have preschool that week, and the boy I usually babysit was at his dad's in Phoenix for that week. Matt is extra busy lately because Finals are coming up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we were in Utah I got sick with a dang sinus cold :( So it put a bit of a damper on things, however my mom pampered me and let me veg and fed me some good homemade food :) We can't wait to go home for the Holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halloween was a lot of fun this year. Addi totally got it and loved dressing up and getting candy. We went to our ward Trunk-R-Treat on Saturday and then last night for Halloween we went to AJ (where I served 11 months of my mission) and went Trick-or-Treating and then our good friends, the Greningers, had us over for dinner and treats. Sheila Greninger is from Brazil so she loves to cook good Brazilian food, and Matt loves it, especially. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason, None of the kids knew who Cruella Deville was, they all thought I was Lady Gaga. (Oiy)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bilyfSk5xBw/TrCA5JA6nPI/AAAAAAAABKw/5hkS0BhlglQ/s1600/img_3557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670173650020113650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bilyfSk5xBw/TrCA5JA6nPI/AAAAAAAABKw/5hkS0BhlglQ/s320/img_3557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our ward had some pretty cool rides and games for the kids. I don't know who that random kid is in the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib55vZcnUi4/TrCA48SmzhI/AAAAAAAABKk/4RyG3OqW1Yk/s1600/img_3556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670173646604652050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib55vZcnUi4/TrCA48SmzhI/AAAAAAAABKk/4RyG3OqW1Yk/s320/img_3556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt's costume is kinda sad, me to blame. I got him this cool Superman wig online, and when it came in the package, it was all bent funny and wouldn't sit right on his head. Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXsgkobjOmQ/TrCASG9hNaI/AAAAAAAABKY/KTTYyE0Q4KA/s1600/img_3552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670172979454096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXsgkobjOmQ/TrCASG9hNaI/AAAAAAAABKY/KTTYyE0Q4KA/s320/img_3552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And little Tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQM4NYsnVyQ/TrCARkVC7aI/AAAAAAAABKM/SkbSMhod8Q4/s1600/img_3550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670172970157534626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQM4NYsnVyQ/TrCARkVC7aI/AAAAAAAABKM/SkbSMhod8Q4/s320/img_3550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe Matt only has 2 and a half weeks left of class! They get out so early. He has Thanksgiving week off, and then Finals (eek!). I will be hiding in my covers the week of Finals dreaming I'm on an Island sipping a tropical smoothie. Sigh. I'm so glad it's him in school and not me. I. CANNOT. HANDLE. THE. STRESS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, well, I know Ive said this a many times, but I will update again... SOON... Well... Not longer than 2 weeks. That's my limit. PROMISE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-6105905163220150318?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/6105905163220150318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=6105905163220150318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6105905163220150318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6105905163220150318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/11/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/-EzekNa5myC0/TrB26ypcVAI/AAAAAAAABJQ/jj25yDU_IWs/s72-c/img_3535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-7405151505770605514</id><published>2011-09-09T14:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:05:09.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>i would consider myself a reader. My mom and sisters are, like, Super-Readers, so maybe I'm not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;into reading but I like a good book now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Especially books that teach me and put a little bit more knowledge into my pea sized brain.&lt;br /&gt;When my mom came down to visit a while ago, she lent me this book called, "Women of Virtue" by Jodi Marie Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is &lt;em&gt;amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's changed the way I think about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;things like self-worth, virtue, modesty, teaching my daughter, living up to our potential, ya know, the stuff that matters.&lt;br /&gt;I must say it's been a difficult transition going from working two jobs to being a stay at home mom. I love being home with Addi more than working, no question. But it's a different challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel very unaccomplished.&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to seeing results from my work instantly. I color and cut someone's hair, I see instant results. I see how it brings out her eyes, or shapes her face nicely, or the joy that she feels after getting a well-deserved rejuvination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, you don't see the results that day. in fact, a lot of times it is quite the opposite; you work at teaching a child values, and they throw punch in your face (I keep telling myself not to take it personal :) &lt;br /&gt;The results come with time.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, both a working and non-working mother have their unique challenges. I always hated when I worked. I would feel stressed the whole time I was away from Addi and worried that she wasn't getting enough "mommy time". I hated being away from her.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I stay at home, it's harder to have patience, because you're around that child 24-7 so things start to wear on you more (I'd still take this over working).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched a minute of "Desparate Housewives" or "Real Housewives of whatever" so I can't really judge the shows. But...&lt;br /&gt;I see the women from the shows on talk shows a lot so I get bits and pieces of what the jist of it is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't those shows make you sick? Like, really, who could have all these kids and wear freakin stilletos everyday and spend a gazillion hours on your hair?? Seeing the women like that makes me a little insecure and ticked off at the same time. can we really be the best mom/wife we can be when we are fixated on looking like we just stepped off a runway, having the most lavish home, a buttload of money and going on amazing vacations with our girlfriends? Hello! when do you have time for your family?&lt;br /&gt;So I get a little heated over these types of things. Maybe because it's that I feel I can never live up to that, or maybe it's because women and young women around the world are looking at these women as role models, or maybe it's because I know this isn't what being a woman is about. Maybe it's all of these things.&lt;br /&gt;I used to get dressed up nicely almost everyday since I worked and i had to look my best. Now that I stay home, sometimes I feel I get a little frumpy (can't believe I just used that word).&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's like, really, I'm not going to get all beautified to go to freakin wal-mart (which by the way, I have nothing against hispanics, but it's kinda ridiculous that i have to dig through all the 'Happy Birthday' cards at our wal-mart to find one in english, and that the cashier who rings me up doesn't speak english- Period.... Just sayin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go back to this book I've been reading...&lt;br /&gt;there are some way good quotes I have highlighted:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's important to remember we didn't have negative feelings about ourselves when we were in the premortal life because we lived in God's presence."&lt;br /&gt;"You are beautiful because you are made in the image of God. His image is in your countenance. You look like your Father."&lt;br /&gt;"All on our own, with nothing but the skin we're in, without a hint of doubt, &lt;em&gt;we are beloved&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Sister Hinckley. Now that is a classy lady if I've ever seen one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1250494999p5/226482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1250494999p5/226482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She said, "I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know that I was really here and that I really lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;is the kind of woman we should look up to. &lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;is the kind of woman we should try to be. Next time I get a Victoria's Secret add in the mail and I start to get all feelin down on myself cuz I don't look like that, it is going right to my garbage in pieces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-7405151505770605514?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/7405151505770605514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=7405151505770605514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7405151505770605514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7405151505770605514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/09/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2918517196126469483</id><published>2011-08-21T19:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:51:49.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay. Let's do this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week one is over.&lt;br /&gt;*Deep Breath*&lt;br /&gt;It was a little rough for the first few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm SOOO thankful my mama was here for the first week.&lt;br /&gt;What would I have done without her? I needed to be strong for Matt and I'm really good at that when I have my mom by my side. &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my ma was here we had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. SomeBurros (best mexie here). Saw "The Help". Swimming. Laying out. Bahama Bucks. ETC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWk7bkr8BZY/TlG6rzy6vWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/llVSVorjsLU/s1600/img_3495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643497069872856418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWk7bkr8BZY/TlG6rzy6vWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/llVSVorjsLU/s400/img_3495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg7QX_XBkqA/TlG5yOPTSsI/AAAAAAAABIA/-XRqzcLOUDk/s1600/img_3498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643496080538815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg7QX_XBkqA/TlG5yOPTSsI/AAAAAAAABIA/-XRqzcLOUDk/s400/img_3498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW1XG7aaLuA/TlG5x0eZsgI/AAAAAAAABH4/Ap0TfnVfve0/s1600/img_3499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643496073622827522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW1XG7aaLuA/TlG5x0eZsgI/AAAAAAAABH4/Ap0TfnVfve0/s400/img_3499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played at Chic-Fil-A and my mom met my friend Bethany and her little gal, Jessie. Bethany's husband is in his 3rd year of Law School and they have been the BIGGEST help to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrfDE3VOM0w/TlG5Bn9DUZI/AAAAAAAABHw/7v7YssQtM7c/s1600/img_3500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643495245628002706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrfDE3VOM0w/TlG5Bn9DUZI/AAAAAAAABHw/7v7YssQtM7c/s400/img_3500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Bethany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WDTdE3fZJk/TlG5BD_ScLI/AAAAAAAABHo/kB573rUkPVY/s1600/img_3501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643495235973705906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WDTdE3fZJk/TlG5BD_ScLI/AAAAAAAABHo/kB573rUkPVY/s400/img_3501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my mom. She gives me so much strength and courage. She is the bomb.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks mom &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76748jcLVjs/TlG8_Fdn6dI/AAAAAAAABIY/y2o2MvZQ8BQ/s1600/img_3494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643499600056150482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76748jcLVjs/TlG8_Fdn6dI/AAAAAAAABIY/y2o2MvZQ8BQ/s400/img_3494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were also privelaged to have Matt's parents come stay with us last week. They are so much fun, his dad just cracks me up and Addi loves to be sassy to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's starting to become a fish in the water. That's her nickname now. I'm going to either sign her up for swimming lessons this fall or teach her myself. Haven't decided yet. It's fun to swim in our pool because the airplanes come buzzing over us all the time and they get really low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiUMNeX7kQQ/TlG-MC17leI/AAAAAAAABIw/gB8E7K6lr6Y/s1600/img_3486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643500922202723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iiUMNeX7kQQ/TlG-MC17leI/AAAAAAAABIw/gB8E7K6lr6Y/s400/img_3486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Ghost Town in AJ. We took a long ride in a train. It could've been a lot more fun if it wasn't so bloody hot that day. Aaaahhhh... Then this guy took us for a tour of the mine and he was soooo annoying! He was trying to be funny but all we really wanted to do was stuff him in the mine and leave him there to die... Woops... did I say that out loud? :) It really was fun, we had an old fashioned lunch there and had to get some yummy fudge to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd8nZSg4ec4/TlG-L7Nq6_I/AAAAAAAABIo/wS2-v1TXUgk/s1600/img_3487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643500920154811378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd8nZSg4ec4/TlG-L7Nq6_I/AAAAAAAABIo/wS2-v1TXUgk/s400/img_3487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th birthday was also that weekend and so I was really happy to have family in town since Matt was studying all weekend. He actually took Saturday night off and surprised me with balloons and a cake! Then we went to the Chandler Mall (which is amazingly and beautifully HUGE) and found my new fave store!!!! I got to pick a few things and his parents treated us to the Cheescake Factory for dinner. We came back for cake and ice cream and watched a movie. It was a ton of fun having family here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDQeQ5P-hQQ/TlG8_WBAcHI/AAAAAAAABIg/kgzGZEwWVGk/s1600/img_3490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643499604499525746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDQeQ5P-hQQ/TlG8_WBAcHI/AAAAAAAABIg/kgzGZEwWVGk/s400/img_3490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that everyone is gone, we are left to entertain ourselves. When I say we, I mean me trying to entertain Addi all day. My mom gave us some fun crafts to do and some good ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found the Chandler Library which is a really big, nice library. I signed Addi up for some Kids Clubs there and also got a schedule of story time. I'm looking into signing her up for a dance class this fall, too. she is so used to being on the go all the time, that I want her to stay active. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I do think that its a good chance for her to learn to be happy at home, just playing here and entertaining herself sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said before, we really love our ward so far and today I met two guys and their families that I went to High School with that are in our ward!&lt;br /&gt;I love the diversity here. I love that fountain drinks are only 79 cents no matter where you go. (only I would love that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have both been a bit discouraged this past week again as we begin this new busy (for him) chapter in our lives. I have read a lot of conference talks and come across a lot of really good quotes. I feel like I'm trying to be more joyful through my trials this time around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found myself saying to Matt this week, as we were both a little down, "It's going to be okay. It rains sometimes." I don't always feel this strong. But I love the Atonement. It is the most beautiful thing I have. The price we pay to become acquainted with God is well worth the sadness or hopelessness we may feel for a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran across this quote on pinterest (love that site):&lt;br /&gt;"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're not on your own, and you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go." ~ Dr. Seuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning to be optimistic and have a positve mind set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo.... with that said... We LOVE visitors. If you're ever in the area, which is a big area, we have a room and a bed for you to stay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2918517196126469483?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2918517196126469483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2918517196126469483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2918517196126469483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2918517196126469483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/08/okay-lets-do-this.html' title='Okay. Let&apos;s do this.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/-UWk7bkr8BZY/TlG6rzy6vWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/llVSVorjsLU/s72-c/img_3495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-6062170452978720386</id><published>2011-08-12T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:49:32.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i WILL return...</title><content type='html'>Well Holy Crap I can't believe I'm actually on here updating. For a sec, anyway. We made it to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;115&lt;/span&gt; degree desert. We've been here for about a week and a half and are settling in. Love our apartment. It's super roomy and open.&lt;br /&gt;I love that we have 2 bathrooms now and I don't trip over Addi's bath toys while I shower.&lt;br /&gt;The pool is right off our balcony, and the nice thing is that they keep it really clean and there is hardly anyone ever there, so we get it pretty much to ourselves. The "Fitness Center" is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;atrocious&lt;/span&gt;. There is one treadmill, one eliptical, and two bikes. There are no free weights, just a crappy weight machine. So I'm stuck with Bob from the biggest loser or Paula Abdul from the 80's on my t.v.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of t.v., ours broke on the way here, but on the bright side a friend here had an old t.v. that they were giving to DI so we snatched it.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is flippin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOTT&lt;/span&gt;. However, I am quite surprised that you do, indeed, get used to it. And I think I've sweated off 5 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Law School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh boy where to start. I'm quite nervous for Matt to start Monday. I feel so bad for him. We went to the Family Orientation last Saturday and I couldn't decide if I wanted to ball my eyes out or pack our bags and go back to our crappy jobs. No, just kidding. Really, it is going to suck for the first year, but it will only get better and it will be sooo worth it (at least that's what they say) Long Term Perspective are the words I tell myself everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;He already has so much homework to get done for the first day, crazy right? I think so. Good thing he loves school and enjoys reading. He always tells me if he could go to school for the rest of his life and get paid, he would. Good thing one of us enjoys it. :)&lt;br /&gt;The first week was extremely rough. I'll be honest, it was probably as hard as the first part of my mission. (Which I never thought I'd say) I cried everyday. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;Things are better. I'm actually starting to enjoy it. We like our ward so far.&lt;br /&gt;I got a list of sisters from the ward who live in our complex and went and introduced myself to them.&lt;br /&gt;I found 3 huge and oh-so-fun malls that are within 5-10 miles of where we live.&lt;br /&gt;I have an amazing friend that I met not long ago that has been an angel to our family. Seriously, ANGEL.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have grown so much closer to Heavenly Father and gained greater appreciation and understanding for the Atonement.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've grown a TON, in just a week and a half. I know we will grow a heck of a lot more this first year, as it is said the first year is harder than the second and third combined (awesome).&lt;br /&gt;So, in trying to be positive, these are some things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to get together with old friends here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to grow closer to Addi and spend all day with her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to start new projects and develop hidden talents (they must be completely hidden, because I can't seem to find them :)&lt;br /&gt;Excited to get a calling and be involved in the ward.&lt;br /&gt;Excited to meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;I am even kinda excited to start to cook and try new recipes.&lt;br /&gt;I am SUPER excited to get the first year of law school &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I'm glad I have my sister to go through all of this with. Her husband is also starting Law School so we can get on the phone or skype and cry to each other in our closets, then walk out and put on a big old smile for our husbands.&lt;br /&gt;Matt's parents are here with us now. I feel bad cuz Matt can't really spend time wiht them since he's prepping for the first day, but we've had fun anyway!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics and updates on that later. My mom is awesome and bought a ticket to fly out here Monday to suffer with us the first week. j/k We're gonna Par-tay!&lt;br /&gt;So that's my little update and I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; I am going to update a ton more now that I'm a stay at home mama!&lt;br /&gt;Asta Lasagna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-6062170452978720386?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/6062170452978720386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=6062170452978720386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6062170452978720386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6062170452978720386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-will-return.html' title='i WILL return...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-4519236644790820651</id><published>2011-06-11T13:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:36:39.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OhMyBadBlogger!!</title><content type='html'>Its really hard to blog when you don't have the internet at home. So that leaves me the option to blog on my hpone which I find very annoying but useful at the same time. Technology really is amazing. Especially working in that field, I learn so much about the miracles of technology. Anyway, (don't know where that came from)... that's my excuse for being so behind on blogging and I think its a pretty good one :)  a lot has happened since I last blogged... my sister left for her mission on May 17 to San Bernardino, CA. She was SO BRAVE! Seriously didn't even cry when we dropped her off. She is extremely positive and is having a great experience already. She is so great and reading her letters always make me want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rli4tXtewHU/TfPKUyYQMII/AAAAAAAABHA/Xqsm2ta_cU8/s1600/2011-05-18_12-55-37_390.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rli4tXtewHU/TfPKUyYQMII/AAAAAAAABHA/Xqsm2ta_cU8/s400/2011-05-18_12-55-37_390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617055618730832002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how this little munchkin would survive w/o her since they were so close. Addi would always ask when 'sessa' was coming home but I think she understands it now and occasionally she'll remember to pray for her. This is Addi singing the Tangled song when Rapunzel gets out of the tower for the first time and splashes in the water. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-1mD_18sDY/TfPKUofkJJI/AAAAAAAABG4/C56WQ2TGCls/s1600/2011-05-09_20-22-26_124.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-1mD_18sDY/TfPKUofkJJI/AAAAAAAABG4/C56WQ2TGCls/s400/2011-05-09_20-22-26_124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617055616077145234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is showing her excitement to go to Arizona :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SQNkGC3yJs/TfPJ01KG-OI/AAAAAAAABGw/phkReC2yCuU/s1600/2011-05-17_18-15-45_666.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SQNkGC3yJs/TfPJ01KG-OI/AAAAAAAABGw/phkReC2yCuU/s400/2011-05-17_18-15-45_666.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617055069721000162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my first (real) refinishing project a month ago. I kinda like how it turned out. It brightens up our living room, and I got some creamish-white colored pillows for the couch to accent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlzL6BpT3bg/TfPJ0nw87sI/AAAAAAAABGo/s7BU4dSYLpM/s1600/2011-05-23_19-27-38_992.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OlzL6BpT3bg/TfPJ0nw87sI/AAAAAAAABGo/s7BU4dSYLpM/s400/2011-05-23_19-27-38_992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617055066125823682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, Sister, Nixon, Addi and I went to the Living Planet Aquarium a couple wks ago. I was surprised at how fun it was. They have Sting Rays you can touch, penguins, sharks, sea horses, octopuses and a lot of variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnqpGBceuXI/TfPJQSLN6zI/AAAAAAAABGg/PnygNulR2hc/s1600/2011-06-02_10-13-56_651.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnqpGBceuXI/TfPJQSLN6zI/AAAAAAAABGg/PnygNulR2hc/s400/2011-06-02_10-13-56_651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617054441855118130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even held a boa constrictor! Ok ok it was a little bit fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHdz3ApyQys/TfPJQAmLnJI/AAAAAAAABGY/_nPyoPzM-yE/s1600/2011-06-02_11-21-16_567.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QHdz3ApyQys/TfPJQAmLnJI/AAAAAAAABGY/_nPyoPzM-yE/s400/2011-06-02_11-21-16_567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617054437136374930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these two cuties. Its been a blast having Nixon (and his parents I guess haha) here! He is such a fun baby and so fun to squeeze and cuddle. I will miss them when we move :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAlVk2egzVs/TfPIwPdvIeI/AAAAAAAABGQ/LklsbvV36yg/s1600/2011-06-02_20-13-22_790.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAlVk2egzVs/TfPIwPdvIeI/AAAAAAAABGQ/LklsbvV36yg/s400/2011-06-02_20-13-22_790.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617053891371672034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I went down to Arizona this past week to go house hunting. Wow, houses are dirt cheap there, but there are some real dumps! We found ourself a gem and are making an offer on it Monday. My dad and I will be going back down next week again to scope out some other houses to see if we can find a good fixer-upper if this offer isn't accepted. My dad is really good at fixing things up and if we could save some money doing it that way then I'm all for it! It was so much fun staying with our good pals the Greningers while we were down there. &lt;br /&gt;This is Matt after house hunting out in the 105 degree weather! Oh p.s. I ran over a curb and popped our tire so poor matt had to change the tire in the steamy hot weather. Oops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6mYPxSM3uI/TfPIvxPhpjI/AAAAAAAABGI/R23-y6yYDRM/s1600/2011-06-06_14-17-22_504.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6mYPxSM3uI/TfPIvxPhpjI/AAAAAAAABGI/R23-y6yYDRM/s400/2011-06-06_14-17-22_504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617053883259004466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year Matt's parents come to Jackson Hole in June for the Classic Car Show. We like coming along for the ride. We like to walk around the shops, eat at the yummy restaurants, relax, and join in on the activities. Most of the guys who enter in on the car show are completely wasted by 11 a.m. so its also really entertaining to watch them swagger around trying to act half decent. The rest below are a few pictures of our adventure here thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvAi1RwPgv8/TfPIJtOOLFI/AAAAAAAABGA/BIrLiF9DKfg/s1600/2011-06-09_19-23-18_817.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvAi1RwPgv8/TfPIJtOOLFI/AAAAAAAABGA/BIrLiF9DKfg/s400/2011-06-09_19-23-18_817.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617053229344762962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB-6VZjCBlE/TfPIJNEQFYI/AAAAAAAABF4/BIpNNAPdyhg/s1600/2011-06-10_17-46-54_667.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qB-6VZjCBlE/TfPIJNEQFYI/AAAAAAAABF4/BIpNNAPdyhg/s400/2011-06-10_17-46-54_667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617053220713010562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96RWTxQITsc/TfPHwDDT6OI/AAAAAAAABFw/urhTsUsQcXs/s1600/2011-06-10_18-09-57_756.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96RWTxQITsc/TfPHwDDT6OI/AAAAAAAABFw/urhTsUsQcXs/s400/2011-06-10_18-09-57_756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617052788527982818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myXlexIhIVs/TfPHvgqSMUI/AAAAAAAABFo/Lqt83RSc910/s1600/2011-06-10_18-22-35_993.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myXlexIhIVs/TfPHvgqSMUI/AAAAAAAABFo/Lqt83RSc910/s400/2011-06-10_18-22-35_993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617052779296207170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4519236644790820651?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4519236644790820651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4519236644790820651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4519236644790820651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4519236644790820651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/06/ohmybadblogger.html' title='OhMyBadBlogger!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/-rli4tXtewHU/TfPKUyYQMII/AAAAAAAABHA/Xqsm2ta_cU8/s72-c/2011-05-18_12-55-37_390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3188005112812146906</id><published>2011-05-01T11:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:47:23.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lately...</title><content type='html'>It is Sunday again and I'm working so naturally I'm going to blog to kill time. Again, these are just random pics from my ohone so they are not the greatest quality.&lt;br /&gt;Addi and I like to sit in front of the tv each morning while I do my makeup.  One morning I caught her putting on some blus. I hate to admit it, but she did a good job and got it right on!! Hahaha, what can I say, I guess she's a natural. I think its time that I buy her some fake makeup that doesn't really go on. I can't have her getting into makeup already! I can't be that old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4rMVSPDVE4/Tb2gmeE8JaI/AAAAAAAABFc/djQ9MqcbXU8/s1600/2011-04-07_10-09-34_643.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4rMVSPDVE4/Tb2gmeE8JaI/AAAAAAAABFc/djQ9MqcbXU8/s400/2011-04-07_10-09-34_643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601810094288020898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we go visit my parents, my dad ALWAYS makes a comment about how I don't dress her warm enoug, so he usually goes and gets his big long socks to keep her legs warm (I guess I'm a bad mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3p8GodSiM0/Tb2gmAedkiI/AAAAAAAABFU/mceXw9XU-7I/s1600/2011-04-10_18-59-52_311.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3p8GodSiM0/Tb2gmAedkiI/AAAAAAAABFU/mceXw9XU-7I/s400/2011-04-10_18-59-52_311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601810086342005282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now, Addi has been asking when she can go to the temple. We always tell her, "when its warm outside we can go walk around." So last week we actually had a semi-not-so-cold day, so we went to the Mt. Timpanogas temple and walked around. She was so excited to be there, she was just skipping around singing songs, so happy. It made me remember just how innocent and pure littlle children are and made me want to be a better person, a better mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQR7c8j2KwU/Tb2gl0yr46I/AAAAAAAABFM/AfzoMR8q5mU/s1600/2011-04-28_11-59-40_317.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQR7c8j2KwU/Tb2gl0yr46I/AAAAAAAABFM/AfzoMR8q5mU/s400/2011-04-28_11-59-40_317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601810083205604258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pKm6rrYPK0/Tb2gJu7cFLI/AAAAAAAABFE/tD8sQvMQ14M/s1600/2011-04-28_11-57-17_635.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pKm6rrYPK0/Tb2gJu7cFLI/AAAAAAAABFE/tD8sQvMQ14M/s400/2011-04-28_11-57-17_635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601809600595367090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day we decided to take advantage of the weather so we played outside and did a LOT of swinging. That girl could swing for hours and hours. Oh and by the way that is not Minnie Mouse on her lap, it is 'flynn rider' (I got chastised for calling her Minnie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmUHY8q5Im8/Tb2gJCES5eI/AAAAAAAABE8/tEAWDe0UaQc/s1600/2011-04-28_17-12-03_711.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmUHY8q5Im8/Tb2gJCES5eI/AAAAAAAABE8/tEAWDe0UaQc/s400/2011-04-28_17-12-03_711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601809588552918498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night Matt and I got to go on a hot date! We went to dinner and went surfing! Ha ha just kidding. The Riverwoods shops has the coolest indoor surfing place, I was kind of tempted to go just because it looked warm and I want to get out of this WEATHER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDEoBmylNwk/Tb2gI52vexI/AAAAAAAABE0/w6J8oJhlGeE/s1600/2011-04-30_18-43-59_889.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDEoBmylNwk/Tb2gI52vexI/AAAAAAAABE0/w6J8oJhlGeE/s400/2011-04-30_18-43-59_889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601809586348587794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3188005112812146906?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3188005112812146906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3188005112812146906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3188005112812146906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3188005112812146906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/05/lately.html' title='lately...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/-x4rMVSPDVE4/Tb2gmeE8JaI/AAAAAAAABFc/djQ9MqcbXU8/s72-c/2011-04-07_10-09-34_643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2152154151018520927</id><published>2011-04-27T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:04:02.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>i can't believe this day is coming so soon.&lt;div&gt;we are moving on with our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matt got accepted to law school. not just any law school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a law school in arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as i would love to stay in utah to be close to family, i am ready for  a change. i love being close to my family. i love going up to my moms everyday just to talk and hang out. i love that addi is close to both of her grandparents, and that she has cousins here. but i would be lying if i said i wasnt excited. i think every couple needs to be away from family, from parents, at least for a while. i know this will make our marriage even stronger, make us depend on each other more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course it will be hard. but it will be so, so good. most of the time i hate having trials. i hate going thru hard times, but i am always so grateful in the end, and occasionally im even grateful while it's hard.  it makes me a better person, a better me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm looking forward to arizona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a lot of friends there already from my mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weather is sooo nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the big city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matt will be getting into a great career that is dependable, that he enjoys, that we can count on.  (whata nice change)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can buy a nice house, the market is awesome in arizona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there are some pros and cons, and despite the way they stack up against each other, i know it is the right thing for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2152154151018520927?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2152154151018520927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2152154151018520927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2152154151018520927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2152154151018520927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/04/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8128429829322122336</id><published>2011-04-15T18:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T18:51:42.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison's Pictures</title><content type='html'>I do hair for the cutest lady in my ward who fortunately for me, is the best photographer ever! We decided to trade hair for pictures, and I couldn't be happier about it (I love good trades). Here are just a few of my favorites: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7IQ0o-Vq6Y/TajnqGMdHQI/AAAAAAAABEc/hfvhaCTJKS4/s1600/addison_083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595977247411215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7IQ0o-Vq6Y/TajnqGMdHQI/AAAAAAAABEc/hfvhaCTJKS4/s400/addison_083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IqXpC0t5aA/Tajnp4D8lqI/AAAAAAAABEU/i5DBrMjwRFk/s1600/addison_097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595977243617433250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IqXpC0t5aA/Tajnp4D8lqI/AAAAAAAABEU/i5DBrMjwRFk/s400/addison_097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a347ccyCYx0/TajnO4I0cPI/AAAAAAAABEM/Lf-nYTRzCBA/s1600/addison_077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595976779781402866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a347ccyCYx0/TajnO4I0cPI/AAAAAAAABEM/Lf-nYTRzCBA/s400/addison_077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUdfIBApus/TajnOs5tNVI/AAAAAAAABEE/rKLn4pH4_V0/s1600/addison_081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595976776765224274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUdfIBApus/TajnOs5tNVI/AAAAAAAABEE/rKLn4pH4_V0/s400/addison_081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJCqRxyRwX8/Tajm9lhR5yI/AAAAAAAABD8/PHtN4olZsQI/s1600/addison_069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595976482725947170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJCqRxyRwX8/Tajm9lhR5yI/AAAAAAAABD8/PHtN4olZsQI/s400/addison_069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Bjh0qGQtAw/Tajm9dVtQQI/AAAAAAAABD0/_CwhvFI4Ffs/s1600/addison_067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595976480529924354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Bjh0qGQtAw/Tajm9dVtQQI/AAAAAAAABD0/_CwhvFI4Ffs/s400/addison_067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9TWkVe-7o0/TajkiLcv5JI/AAAAAAAABDs/B09ZSrSUtIo/s1600/addison_063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595973812847895698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9TWkVe-7o0/TajkiLcv5JI/AAAAAAAABDs/B09ZSrSUtIo/s400/addison_063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjFj6oSszQA/Tajkh-eaesI/AAAAAAAABDk/elO3WK8_MMA/s1600/addison_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595973809365220034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjFj6oSszQA/Tajkh-eaesI/AAAAAAAABDk/elO3WK8_MMA/s400/addison_043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0mq1ywTrNg/Tajkhu9wdNI/AAAAAAAABDc/7hFqHW1TlWc/s1600/addison_041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595973805201716434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0mq1ywTrNg/Tajkhu9wdNI/AAAAAAAABDc/7hFqHW1TlWc/s400/addison_041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoaZRYwIwwQ/Tajjpz_aRoI/AAAAAAAABDU/IGczZql3FLU/s1600/addison_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595972844478154370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoaZRYwIwwQ/Tajjpz_aRoI/AAAAAAAABDU/IGczZql3FLU/s400/addison_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wa2DQzbn8I/TajjpV4YwEI/AAAAAAAABDM/gTXHeuWYGV4/s1600/addison_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595972836395630658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wa2DQzbn8I/TajjpV4YwEI/AAAAAAAABDM/gTXHeuWYGV4/s400/addison_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcA6Y2hCcJY/TajjpbD6VzI/AAAAAAAABDE/Bq-ktz93u2Q/s1600/addison_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595972837786146610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zcA6Y2hCcJY/TajjpbD6VzI/AAAAAAAABDE/Bq-ktz93u2Q/s400/addison_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBXssWTRvkc/TajjosNmuGI/AAAAAAAABC8/WQaJ7zPQfHU/s1600/addison_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595972825210337378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBXssWTRvkc/TajjosNmuGI/AAAAAAAABC8/WQaJ7zPQfHU/s400/addison_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She does an awesome job, you can check out her website at, PhotographyByRememberWhen.com, or her blog is Rememberwhen-Rememberwhen.blogspot.com!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8128429829322122336?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8128429829322122336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8128429829322122336' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8128429829322122336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8128429829322122336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/04/addisons-pictures.html' title='Addison&apos;s Pictures'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/-P7IQ0o-Vq6Y/TajnqGMdHQI/AAAAAAAABEc/hfvhaCTJKS4/s72-c/addison_083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3531008414140178219</id><published>2011-03-06T13:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:42:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dread working sundays.</title><content type='html'>One of the maaaaany things I hate about my job is working sundays. It plain old sucks. Today is one of those days. I am bored outa my mind so I decided to update with some pics I have on my phone. Kind of random, I know, and not the greatest quality but it works. I've decided that even though I work a lot, I want to try to be more of a "utah mom" asin more crafty :) so my bff is pretty dang crafty and she introduced me to a cute website where I leawrned how to make this "lima bean wreath". Addi helped me glue them on and then spray paint it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7KqHfvtnVSg/TXPsNHeC3lI/AAAAAAAABC0/w95sXzywnHI/s1600/2011-03-03_13-35-59_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7KqHfvtnVSg/TXPsNHeC3lI/AAAAAAAABC0/w95sXzywnHI/s400/2011-03-03_13-35-59_51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581064073329696338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made some "pom poms" for Addi's room, which were SUPER easy! I must say I'm enjoying this crafty thing and I was about to spray paint our file cabinet a pastel pink but matt caught me in the act and refused to have his files "girly". I guess I can't blame him since everything in our house is pretty girly.  When it starts to warm up outside (if it ever does) I am going to refinish some furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uo7w7umjedk/TXPsMzIX4bI/AAAAAAAABCs/vUXwTGSkY7U/s1600/2011-03-02_12-57-20_288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uo7w7umjedk/TXPsMzIX4bI/AAAAAAAABCs/vUXwTGSkY7U/s400/2011-03-02_12-57-20_288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581064067870089650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week matts parents came over for dinner and afterwards we all went to coldstone. Addi insisted on bringing her dolly with for some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qSDK1WXvYM/TXPreciF_HI/AAAAAAAABCk/TNmvnmccriA/s1600/2011-03-02_20-02-13_795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qSDK1WXvYM/TXPreciF_HI/AAAAAAAABCk/TNmvnmccriA/s400/2011-03-02_20-02-13_795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581063271529970802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were over visiting last Sunday her two cousins, Grace and Hazel were over and I caught them snuggling on grandmas bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTBtFgbD9is/TXPreFh32KI/AAAAAAAABCc/yXsw6UaNhLc/s1600/2011-02-27_18-56-55_788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTBtFgbD9is/TXPreFh32KI/AAAAAAAABCc/yXsw6UaNhLc/s400/2011-02-27_18-56-55_788.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581063265355028642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Reb and her family visited last month. It was so much fun to meet Nixon. He is so cuddly :) they are finally moving to utah just in time for us to probably be moving away from utah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IAwl6UiwW8/TXPpsnAJ5dI/AAAAAAAABCM/7qEd60EXnCU/s1600/2011-02-05_19-53-41_821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IAwl6UiwW8/TXPpsnAJ5dI/AAAAAAAABCM/7qEd60EXnCU/s400/2011-02-05_19-53-41_821.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581061315835323858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt got accepted into his first law school in Arizona.  We are not sure if we will end up going there but it feels great to know we got our first acceptance under the belt! I am so proud of him for all of his hard studying and hard work! And I am way excited to not have to work here anymore! Wahoo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3531008414140178219?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3531008414140178219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3531008414140178219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3531008414140178219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3531008414140178219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dread-working-sundays.html' title='i dread working sundays.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/-7KqHfvtnVSg/TXPsNHeC3lI/AAAAAAAABC0/w95sXzywnHI/s72-c/2011-03-03_13-35-59_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2261890883784268284</id><published>2011-02-18T13:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:00:45.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonleliest Walk of Our Life</title><content type='html'>I know I just posted lyrics to a song last time in my post, but I'm going to do it again! My mom gave me this *David Osmond* CD and I was so skeptical about it at first, but now, I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;It's not like the churchy music you hear on EFY CDs or anything like that, but it still has a good message.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs is called the Loneliest Walk. The Lyrics are so good and remind me of how amazing the Atonement is.   The Atonement truly can heal us and help us through our trials.  I am the first to admit, I hate going through hard things, and I find it easy to complain. But when we have the Atonement in our focus, the trial seems &lt;em&gt;rewarding.&lt;/em&gt;  I feel such a strength from trials when I utilize the Atonement.&lt;br /&gt; It's so hard to remember my Savior throughout the day, but listening to music like this has helped me try to be more Christ-Centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She pushes 'L' on that old elevator door&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is broken, arms are bare&lt;br /&gt;The doors are closing and she's staring at the floor&lt;br /&gt;There's still a piece of her up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday she saw him on the screen&lt;br /&gt;Painted a room and picked out names&lt;br /&gt;But now she has to leave him under big machines&lt;br /&gt;To keep alive his tiny frame&lt;br /&gt;She's on the way to her car but it's never felt this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step she takes there's another to follow&lt;br /&gt;And one more ache, one more tear to swallow&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bruising inside&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushes up his glasses, staring at her name&lt;br /&gt;One last time before he leaves&lt;br /&gt;He saw this coming but to see it now, engraved&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday they kissed and made their vows&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite flowers in her hair&lt;br /&gt;He's staying later than they normally allow&lt;br /&gt;Clutching those flowers in a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And on the way to their front door, no hand to hold there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step he takes there's another to follow&lt;br /&gt;And one more ache, one more tear to swallow&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bruising inside&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He pushes up the board they've tied onto his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;He bears, with dignity, disgrace&lt;br /&gt;He hears the jeering and the wind is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;Tastes the blood upon his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His body bruised an back still open from the scourges&lt;br /&gt;The consequence of wicked men&lt;br /&gt;He knows no man on earth has ever deserved this&lt;br /&gt;But still He bears it all for them&lt;br /&gt;And He keeps moving up the hill to do His Father's will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step He takes there's another to follow&lt;br /&gt;And one more ache, one more tear to swallow&lt;br /&gt;We all stand by and watch as the price is paid&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of His life&lt;br /&gt;So we don't feel alone in the night&lt;br /&gt;We can have His hand holding the light&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Keep pushing through this lonely walk you're going through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someone's walked this way before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2261890883784268284?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2261890883784268284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2261890883784268284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2261890883784268284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2261890883784268284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/02/lonleliest-walk-of-our-life.html' title='The Lonleliest Walk of Our Life'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-7165753684036536709</id><published>2011-02-05T18:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:09:45.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Won't Be Like This For Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TU4B0YO4fzI/AAAAAAAABCE/ZOE-XvBQDEU/s1600/img_3172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570391788473581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TU4B0YO4fzI/AAAAAAAABCE/ZOE-XvBQDEU/s400/img_3172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was getting ready for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addi and Matt were playing toys in her room and she said she wanted to dance with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He flipped on her little Hello Kitty CD Player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an old CD I had made a while ago and on came a song that we all love by Darius Rucker called "It Won't Be Like this For Long."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About half way into the song I went in to see what they were doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt was laying on the floor singing the song to Addi and she was laying by him giving him hugs, singing with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart MELTED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we were on this Saturday morning, barely 7 a.m. in this little house, where times are sometimes tough, and when at times I feel like we just don't have it all together like some people, and all of that went away in an instant. I saw my whole world right in that little room, laying on the floor together. I knew I would be late for work if I didn't hurry. But today I didn't care. I went and lay down on the floor beside them and played the song over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't listened to this song, and you have kids, it is a MUST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post the lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't have to wake up He'd been up all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layin’ there in bed listenin’ To his new born baby cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes a pot of coffee He splashes water on his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His wife gives him a kiss and says It gonna be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won’t be like this for long One day we'll look back laughin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the week we brought her home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This phase is gonna fly by So baby just hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Cause it won't be like this for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four years later ‘bout 4:30 She's crawling in their bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when he drops her off at preschool She's clinging to his leg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher peels her off of him He says what can I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says now don't you worry This’ll only last a week or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won’t be like this for long One day soon you'll drop her off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she won’t even know you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This phase is gonna fly by If you can just hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won’t be like this for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some day soon she'll be a teenager And at times he'll think she hates him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he'll walk her down the aisle And he'll raise her veil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now she's up and cryin’ And the truth is that he don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he kisses her good night And she says her prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lays down there beside her ‘Til her eyes are finally closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just watchin’ her it breaks his heart Cause he already knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won’t be like this for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day soon that little girl is gonna be All grown up and gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, this phase is gonna fly by So, he's tryin’ to hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Cause it won’t be like this for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TU4B0Ei-FrI/AAAAAAAABB8/NUUxXKDMEIw/s1600/img_3171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570391783189124786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TU4B0Ei-FrI/AAAAAAAABB8/NUUxXKDMEIw/s400/img_3171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TU4BzoM83dI/AAAAAAAABB0/hqb5NevhMAA/s1600/img_3167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570391775580577234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TU4BzoM83dI/AAAAAAAABB0/hqb5NevhMAA/s400/img_3167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Remember to kiss your kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-7165753684036536709?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/7165753684036536709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=7165753684036536709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7165753684036536709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7165753684036536709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-wont-be-like-this-for-long.html' title='It Won&apos;t Be Like This For Long'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TU4B0YO4fzI/AAAAAAAABCE/ZOE-XvBQDEU/s72-c/img_3172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2038342995581307334</id><published>2011-01-22T15:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:49:49.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day and Las Vegas (3 Year Anniversary!)</title><content type='html'>As usual, I am late on blogging for the holidays. We had a great Christmas and New Years. Christmas Eve was spent with my family, with a nice turkey dinner and homemade pies. YUMM... We had a lot of fun reading Christmas stories and playing games, and opening our "Christmas Eve gift" from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is always a hectic day with visiting tonz of family, but we love it and have a lot of fun seeing what everyone got for Christmas and visiting. Addi was pretty excited Christmas morning to see if Santa ate the cookies she left out for him. Too bad that's all she was excited about. She opened one gift from our neighbor (a little ducky pillow) and she was good to go. I think us parents make Christmas too busy and too much for kids. We spent so much money on her and she didn't even open the majority of her presents until later that week. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtZng6UshI/AAAAAAAABAg/Um5i1rc7Y_E/s1600/img_3136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140299930710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtZng6UshI/AAAAAAAABAg/Um5i1rc7Y_E/s400/img_3136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtZnNaQtYI/AAAAAAAABAY/1IiTzEXEV6c/s1600/img_3137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140294695957890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtZnNaQtYI/AAAAAAAABAY/1IiTzEXEV6c/s400/img_3137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her classic little model pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtZm3Bvd8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ar7sMNZsYmA/s1600/img_3141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140288687536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtZm3Bvd8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Ar7sMNZsYmA/s400/img_3141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ivers' tradition for Christmas day is a big Turkey Dinner/Lunch and playing with all the cousins. Addi loves to observe her cousins and watch all the excitement. I think she 's still a little weary of joining in all of the time. :) Christmas was so fun this year, and spending time with family made it that much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaDJdnpUI/AAAAAAAABAo/8cdTMaH3glA/s1600/img_3145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140774672639298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaDJdnpUI/AAAAAAAABAo/8cdTMaH3glA/s400/img_3145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For our 3 Year Wedding Anniversary Matt and I took off to Vegas to party! Well, that is if you're idea of partying is just hanging out and doing whatever. I told Matt I didn't care what we did in Vegas I just wanted to not make any plans and do wahtever we felt like. We had to visit "Pawn Stars" shop. We love watching that show, but we were kind of dissapointed that none of the actuals "Stars" were there that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaD-nCpfI/AAAAAAAABA4/158QSXRmQK8/s1600/img_3156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140788939236850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaD-nCpfI/AAAAAAAABA4/158QSXRmQK8/s400/img_3156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed at SouthPoint and we had this coupon for a "free souveneir". I went up to the register to redeem my fun souvenier and the grouchy lady handed me these LAME-O keychains. G.H.E.T.T.O.!!!!!!! I was not happy, as per picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaRUn7f_I/AAAAAAAABBI/sliNPQEpsz4/s1600/2011-01-08_16-43-24_718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141018186842098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaRUn7f_I/AAAAAAAABBI/sliNPQEpsz4/s400/2011-01-08_16-43-24_718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We looooved our hotel room. The beds were SO comfy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtasNI-uuI/AAAAAAAABBg/xBmaTbIgh5I/s1600/img_3157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141480034450146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtasNI-uuI/AAAAAAAABBg/xBmaTbIgh5I/s400/img_3157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our anniversary night we went to Outback in the Coca-Cola building. Matt had a crush on green M&amp;amp;M. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtar8aV1sI/AAAAAAAABBY/pfl1dCiAO5U/s1600/2011-01-08_21-47-55_522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141475543865026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtar8aV1sI/AAAAAAAABBY/pfl1dCiAO5U/s400/2011-01-08_21-47-55_522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us at the Outback. Happy 3 years hun! LOVE YA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtarpmHp0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/4DYL9tbGrR8/s1600/2011-01-08_19-45-05_615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141470492993346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtarpmHp0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/4DYL9tbGrR8/s400/2011-01-08_19-45-05_615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since forever we have been struggling to get Addi to eat food.  She loves whole milk but that's about it.  I have finally started cooking dinner almost every night and sitting down to eat breakfast in the mornings to try to set a better example.  She's done so well this week!  And I honestly can say I'm starting to like cooking dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaDij20PI/AAAAAAAABAw/ELxB3wOwbNk/s1600/img_3149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140781409685746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaDij20PI/AAAAAAAABAw/ELxB3wOwbNk/s400/img_3149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are really excited for these next couple of weeks... this little girl is going to meet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaQ5HO8qI/AAAAAAAABBA/wWG0WDIkUUY/s1600/2010-12-22_18-02-57_608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565141010801947298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtaQ5HO8qI/AAAAAAAABBA/wWG0WDIkUUY/s400/2010-12-22_18-02-57_608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little boy!!!!  YAY Bek and Nick and Nixon are coming to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtee9CZP0I/AAAAAAAABBo/IR-shLtGh6U/s1600/1204000955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565145650420072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtee9CZP0I/AAAAAAAABBo/IR-shLtGh6U/s400/1204000955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2038342995581307334?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2038342995581307334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2038342995581307334' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2038342995581307334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2038342995581307334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-day-and-las-vegas-3-year.html' title='Christmas Day and Las Vegas (3 Year Anniversary!)'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TTtZng6UshI/AAAAAAAABAg/Um5i1rc7Y_E/s72-c/img_3136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-6395918263438078027</id><published>2010-12-28T21:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:59:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the holiday wrap-up</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be lame. Our camera is broke the day of christmas and our computer is being fixed as I text. So that leaves me to the pics on my phone and this wonderful touch screen that sucks to blog on. I wanted to get it done while I have time but it will be short.&lt;br /&gt;Last week for the Annual Ivers Christmas party we went to the spaghetti factory and temple square. It was a lot of fun besides all the crowded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq78S4YEDI/AAAAAAAABAI/5gGDHu3Dhvc/s1600/2010-12-23_20-40-33_203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq78S4YEDI/AAAAAAAABAI/5gGDHu3Dhvc/s400/2010-12-23_20-40-33_203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959734849769522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only pic I got with my phone of Addi on christmas. My parents gave her this cute doll house with some little dolls and accessories.  That is all she wanted to play with. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq78H9fG2I/AAAAAAAABAA/rOrZLGRzGNs/s1600/2010-12-25_19-43-21_998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq78H9fG2I/AAAAAAAABAA/rOrZLGRzGNs/s400/2010-12-25_19-43-21_998.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959731918412642"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us after dinner at spaghetti factory. These pics are way out of order but my phone wont let me rearrange them. I'm obviously not very tech savy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7lhF8LTI/AAAAAAAAA_4/sqXdTXyo80o/s1600/2010-12-23_18-35-48_763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7lhF8LTI/AAAAAAAAA_4/sqXdTXyo80o/s400/2010-12-23_18-35-48_763.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959343527767346"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi and I built a snowman last week. I didn't have my own gloves so I wore a pair of hers that covered my fingertips. Yeah that was awesome. We had fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7lCGKnTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/o0Sr9VKqJ_M/s1600/2010-12-21_11-20-54_156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7lCGKnTI/AAAAAAAAA_w/o0Sr9VKqJ_M/s400/2010-12-21_11-20-54_156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959335207214386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this is my cousin who" spilled his hot chocolate on him" at our evenson christmas party. Hhhmmm was it really hot chocolate???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7K7wMytI/AAAAAAAAA_o/TahB9-moxJk/s1600/2010-12-18_19-44-04_505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7K7wMytI/AAAAAAAAA_o/TahB9-moxJk/s400/2010-12-18_19-44-04_505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555958886827870930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins talented wife made this snow hat for addi. Cute cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7KhYXssI/AAAAAAAAA_g/m0eCMNvJbsk/s1600/2010-12-18_18-39-44_529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq7KhYXssI/AAAAAAAAA_g/m0eCMNvJbsk/s400/2010-12-18_18-39-44_529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555958879748600514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at the fam par-tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq6cUNguJI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/NC_UQ2oc7ME/s1600/2010-12-18_18-38-59_156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq6cUNguJI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/NC_UQ2oc7ME/s400/2010-12-18_18-38-59_156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555958085939411090"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addi really likes going to the mall. Not really for the reasons I do, she mainly likes to look at all of the pretty things. I, on the other hand, have a hard time just looking. But that's another story. Anyway, today we were on our way to get some groceries and this is what the conversation was in the car:&lt;br /&gt;Addi: mom, can we go to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;me: no we're going grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Addi: okay, maybe later we can go?&lt;br /&gt;me: um, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;!ddi: we go later and smell the yummy lotions? Mmmm they smell sooo yummy!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!! She says the wildest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq6cGp3veI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/yLp4Iikuvro/s1600/2010-12-03_09-52-13_271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq6cGp3veI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/yLp4Iikuvro/s400/2010-12-03_09-52-13_271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555958082300263906"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has a love/hate relationship with the camera. Sometimes she poses and cheeses it and other times she repulses it. This was a classic pose. Gotta love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq4LYYvknI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F5n7em3LWlI/s1600/2010-12-03_08-53-32_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq4LYYvknI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F5n7em3LWlI/s400/2010-12-03_08-53-32_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555955595979231858"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-6395918263438078027?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/6395918263438078027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=6395918263438078027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6395918263438078027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6395918263438078027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-wrap-up.html' title='the holiday wrap-up'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TRq78S4YEDI/AAAAAAAABAI/5gGDHu3Dhvc/s72-c/2010-12-23_20-40-33_203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5878508869203471324</id><published>2010-12-15T09:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:51:26.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabber Mouth/Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjozqCwRDI/AAAAAAAAA9M/yPl2Apq476U/s1600/img_3102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550942514890949682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjozqCwRDI/AAAAAAAAA9M/yPl2Apq476U/s400/img_3102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya always hear that kids say the funniest things, but I guess I never really understood it until lately. I honestly don't know where she comes up with some of the things she says, but it sure makes me chuckle! Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;Addi: Mom, whats that beeping?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's that darn truck outside (construction workers)&lt;br /&gt;Addi: oh. Be quiet you drunk truck!&lt;br /&gt;Then Matt gets home later and she says, "Daddi, there's a drunk truck thats beeping outside." He gave me the weirdest expression. I just shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting ready for our Christmas party the other night and Addi is wearing a shirt with a big glittery star on it.&lt;br /&gt;Addi: Mom, this star is kind of sticky.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Silence&lt;br /&gt;Addi: But it's really kinda beautiful mom.&lt;br /&gt;Me: laughs&lt;br /&gt;Addi: Mom, you're so beautiful. (Comes and kisses my knee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taking a nap together yesterday on my bed and Addi had just drank two sippy cups of milk.&lt;br /&gt;Addi: My tummy really hurts mom. I needa burp so it feels better.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok.&lt;br /&gt;Addi: lets out a huge burp. Smiles. "I burped now my tummy feels better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some phrases she often says are:&lt;br /&gt;"Well, the thing is..."&lt;br /&gt;"It's kinda beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?" (with a scowl on her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to wash her hands and brush her teeth. She would do it all day if I let her. I guess I can't complain since that's a good form of hygeine. Let's just hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjoycCp0rI/AAAAAAAAA88/aSMNeNe7-y0/s1600/img_3112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550942493952561842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjoycCp0rI/AAAAAAAAA88/aSMNeNe7-y0/s400/img_3112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves Mr. Sneech and has to take him EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjozKOTHtI/AAAAAAAAA9E/csjdPGUEQfs/s1600/img_3111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550942506349436626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjozKOTHtI/AAAAAAAAA9E/csjdPGUEQfs/s400/img_3111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child wouldn't be complete without an embarassing bath picture. She loves baths as long as there are bubbles and her "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjsK8K-XYI/AAAAAAAAA9c/9zoYlGMxh7g/s1600/img_3117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550946213429140866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjsK8K-XYI/AAAAAAAAA9c/9zoYlGMxh7g/s400/img_3117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And she more often than not pulls her hair out right after I do it. Sigh... I guess that's the life of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjsKd9sD-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/9_btT9KRaMo/s1600/img_3114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550946205320351714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjsKd9sD-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/9_btT9KRaMo/s400/img_3114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frandsen Family Christmas Party&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can remember, each year we have our Frandsen Family Christmas Party. And it is always at G&amp;amp;G Frandsen's house. Since our family is getting gigantic, and since my Aunt and Uncle just built a new house, we decided to have it at their mansion haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There tree was a million feet tall. Janessa, Nate, and Matt hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjsLOSIuBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rLvj90PqrWE/s1600/img_3118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550946218291017746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjsLOSIuBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/rLvj90PqrWE/s400/img_3118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjtJrIdrVI/AAAAAAAAA9s/I0Ih1V4-14E/s1600/img_3119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550947291186965842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjtJrIdrVI/AAAAAAAAA9s/I0Ih1V4-14E/s400/img_3119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt and Uncle have a theater room with a stage so all the great-grandkids performed (if you can say that, more like stood there) the Nativity while my grandma read it. My aunt made these costumes for all the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjtKqCGXuI/AAAAAAAAA98/Cx6GN6T5-qs/s1600/img_3122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550947308071706338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjtKqCGXuI/AAAAAAAAA98/Cx6GN6T5-qs/s400/img_3122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi, Brinley, Allie, and Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjtKNTEUgI/AAAAAAAAA90/NHQiPLdKboQ/s1600/img_3121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550947300358246914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjtKNTEUgI/AAAAAAAAA90/NHQiPLdKboQ/s400/img_3121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They were all so adorable. Seriously, everyone was laughing so hard because they were so funny. One of the kids tooted while up there, and then Addi kept saying "Cheese" for her picture, and they were all just gabbing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjvNgpnfEI/AAAAAAAAA-E/A2RX1_5fgN4/s1600/img_3125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550949556115962946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjvNgpnfEI/AAAAAAAAA-E/A2RX1_5fgN4/s400/img_3125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year Addi was terrified of Santa.  This year, we preped her good and hard.  I told her if she sat with Santa he would bring her a fun toy.  That's all it took for her to go sit on his lap.  She did really good this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjvO_whSLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yVozIefHG9I/s1600/img_3129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550949581646284978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjvO_whSLI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yVozIefHG9I/s400/img_3129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was still a little bit afraid of that biiiiig looooooong beard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjvOLUDWUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/ChvawI3FV9s/s1600/img_3127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550949567568238914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjvOLUDWUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/ChvawI3FV9s/s400/img_3127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Santa for Addi's new Baby Alive!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjwxls1HlI/AAAAAAAAA-k/4E_oGLOOPlM/s1600/img_3132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550951275458534994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjwxls1HlI/AAAAAAAAA-k/4E_oGLOOPlM/s400/img_3132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bestest grandma and grandpa Frandsen.  They rock!  Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjwxMkAnQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LHUPLSUkI7Q/s1600/img_3131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550951268710653186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjwxMkAnQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LHUPLSUkI7Q/s400/img_3131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5878508869203471324?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5878508869203471324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5878508869203471324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5878508869203471324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5878508869203471324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/12/jabber-mouthchristmas-party.html' title='Jabber Mouth/Christmas Party'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TQjozqCwRDI/AAAAAAAAA9M/yPl2Apq476U/s72-c/img_3102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3545491149848601987</id><published>2010-12-02T09:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:59:44.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIXON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Addi has a cousin on the Frandsen side finally! Congratulations to Reb and Nick for their cute, new addition to their family... Nixon Mark! He is sooooo sweet looking! I just wish I could see him in person, too bad you guys live across the country. I can't wait to meet him some day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TPfQUt1ZedI/AAAAAAAAA80/3Bkb91nIdho/s1600/nixon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546130520449579474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TPfQUt1ZedI/AAAAAAAAA80/3Bkb91nIdho/s400/nixon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. doesn't my sister look completely amazing!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3545491149848601987?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3545491149848601987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3545491149848601987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3545491149848601987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3545491149848601987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/12/nixon.html' title='NIXON!!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TPfQUt1ZedI/AAAAAAAAA80/3Bkb91nIdho/s72-c/nixon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-1799445691585789249</id><published>2010-11-22T09:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:51:42.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Addi"tude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqc62KhReI/AAAAAAAAA8s/F96EghGG23Q/s1600/img_3092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542414826218800610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqc62KhReI/AAAAAAAAA8s/F96EghGG23Q/s320/img_3092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lil munchkin has developed quite the personality. AKA Attitude Girl! I swear from the day she turned 2 she has gotten this independance that I don't know how to handle sometimes! Thank heaven for the *Love &amp;amp; Logic* parenting book! It has really really helped me out. Still, each day she seems to become more and more girl and less a baby. Why does time go by so dang fast? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately she LoVeS her stuffed animals. She calls them "your friends" and has to take them with her everywhere. Her favorite one right now is her pink "puppy dog". She kind of goes through phases of which one she has to have with her at all times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqbvGLyp6I/AAAAAAAAA8U/7O23uJon5W4/s1600/img_3094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542413524849043362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqbvGLyp6I/AAAAAAAAA8U/7O23uJon5W4/s320/img_3094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves to dress up in mom's shoes and carry my purse around the house. One of her favorite things to do is to sit on the bathroom counter while I do my makeup and put on all of my lip glosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqbu9q9xkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LKpxkLVPzoo/s1600/img_3099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542413522563876418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqbu9q9xkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LKpxkLVPzoo/s320/img_3099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqbtmaWkDI/AAAAAAAAA8E/vSJVjbk3zic/s1600/img_3100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542413499140313138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqbtmaWkDI/AAAAAAAAA8E/vSJVjbk3zic/s320/img_3100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Matt had his **30TH** Birthday!  I made 30 creme filled cupcakes for him to blow out.  We had both of our parents over for cupcakes and ice cream.  We're so lucky they live so close to us and that they all get along so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqc6eg7ATI/AAAAAAAAA8k/GWYTCmcLFQU/s1600/img_3090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542414819870310706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqc6eg7ATI/AAAAAAAAA8k/GWYTCmcLFQU/s320/img_3090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqc5BSaA1I/AAAAAAAAA8c/C_FWlQh9_J4/s1600/img_3089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542414794844930898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqc5BSaA1I/AAAAAAAAA8c/C_FWlQh9_J4/s320/img_3089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-1799445691585789249?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/1799445691585789249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=1799445691585789249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1799445691585789249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1799445691585789249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/11/additude.html' title='&quot;Addi&quot;tude'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TOqc62KhReI/AAAAAAAAA8s/F96EghGG23Q/s72-c/img_3092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-771509480827786898</id><published>2010-11-01T21:53:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:52:01.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, Mexico, Pumpkins, 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What an extremely busy past month we have had! October came and go like a snap. Not complaining though, I like to be busy and have stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week of October we went with my family and my grandparents to Mexico. I am so thankful to them for their generosity in always letting us go to their beach house and for their kindness. It was a lot of fun to go with them, they always make the trip more exciting and dramatic. I am always so stressed to go on vacations, mainly because I worry so much that Addi will be whiney in the long car ride down. I honestly can say I was/am so surprised at how well she did! I think the whole time she cried once. All I can say, is God Bless You Taylor Swift! She made it so bearable for Addi (and my sanity!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was great this time around. It's always hit or miss down there. The water was honestly warm (and I'm a baby when it comes to cold water). This little guy, Mr. Crab, was so mean! EVERY SINGLE DAY, I either got a crab pinching my foot or I stepped on a crab. No one believed me. The last day, I was out playing way out in the ocean and I felt this sting on my big toe. I ran so fast to shore screaming the whole way, and my mom and dad sat there and laughed. I was yelling, "I got stung!" and of course they thought I was lying, because I had been saying that everyday since we'd been there. Well I get over to my dad and stick my big toe right in his face so he can see the blood on my poor toe. He says, "oh I guess you really did get stung." DUH! Anyway, it was funny, maybe its one of those things where you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Mp8URYJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/MT6oQ5PRoZQ/s1600/img_3045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534797119255306386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Mp8URYJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/MT6oQ5PRoZQ/s320/img_3045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What would we do without Janessa? She is amazing with Addi, always playing with her and taking her under her wing. And of course Addi loves her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-MpH0qjaI/AAAAAAAAA6c/qFYl5JLK23Y/s1600/img_3044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534797105164094882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-MpH0qjaI/AAAAAAAAA6c/qFYl5JLK23Y/s320/img_3044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is this huge surf/body board down at the house that we always take out in the water. We made Janessa pull us along as we rode the waves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-OC4KEakI/AAAAAAAAA6s/RVygnEKng7E/s1600/img_3047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534798647147129410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-OC4KEakI/AAAAAAAAA6s/RVygnEKng7E/s320/img_3047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addi jammin to T-Swift. UGh... I'm so sick of hearin her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Mo7sVTxI/AAAAAAAAA6U/eBBlQgJwcwE/s1600/img_3042_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534797101907922706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Mo7sVTxI/AAAAAAAAA6U/eBBlQgJwcwE/s320/img_3042_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some fun things on the Mexico trip were:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandma's yummy hamburgers. OMG, they were like a 1/2 lb patties and SOO Scrumptious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Riding the Wave Runners and thinking I was going to die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing the dead Dolphin on the beach... my mom and I realizing we walked through the puddles of blood right by it. (Dolphins are so much bigger than I thought!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Giving food and clothes to the LDS church down there for the people of San Felipe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing Addi so excited about swimming in the Ocean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The comfy beds in the house (So much better than our old mattress!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing PIG PILE with my grandpa. He won the first game and got so into it! They are a hoot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting an hour or so to get back in the US (not really a fun thing but definately a memory)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHUCK-A-RAMA in St. George.... MMMmmmm that place is divine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I could go on forever but on to the next thing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pumpkins &lt;/u&gt;Matt's dad grows the HUGEST pumpkins I've ever seen. I love this picture with her nose scrunched. The pumpkins made for a fun Ivers Halloween Party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-ODpv8--I/AAAAAAAAA60/no9VkAdyma0/s1600/img_3073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534798660459363298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-ODpv8--I/AAAAAAAAA60/no9VkAdyma0/s320/img_3073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;Halloween &lt;/u&gt;I was a party pooper this year and didn't dress up. I don't really know why, usually I enjoy dressing up but I was just too preoccupied with other things, I suppose. Anyway, I had fun seeing Addi get so excited about TrIcK-oR-tReaTinG!!! This costume had a cute hood, but she couldn't stand it being on for too long (I don't blame her!) Cutest little Lady Bug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-OD0HigMI/AAAAAAAAA68/yhq-szadpf4/s1600/img_3076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534798663242645698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-OD0HigMI/AAAAAAAAA68/yhq-szadpf4/s320/img_3076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hilarious Matt. Halloween is his favorite Holiday (no joke). I had bought this stupid hat at Target in the dollar section around the 4th of July (I don't know what I was thinking) and we obviously never used it. A day before Halloween I saw it and thought Matt would have fun with it... And he did! That suit he's wearing is his dad's from the 70's. Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-QsNfNIDI/AAAAAAAAA7U/TEbBOydzj5w/s1600/img_3083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534801556270817330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-QsNfNIDI/AAAAAAAAA7U/TEbBOydzj5w/s320/img_3083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also went to my parent's Ward Halloween dealio the night before. It was pretty fun. It was a western shindig theme and they had a lot of line dancing, which of course, Addi was front and center shakin her thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-QrvH9iYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/NbC92j9H1bE/s1600/img_3078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534801548120263042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-QrvH9iYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/NbC92j9H1bE/s320/img_3078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute gramma and Add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-QrEl66LI/AAAAAAAAA7E/tA9Ntz4uJ4o/s1600/img_3077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534801536703195314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-QrEl66LI/AAAAAAAAA7E/tA9Ntz4uJ4o/s320/img_3077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course the Ivers Annual H. Party is always a load of fun. All the little kiddos looked so cute in their costumes. I didn't get a pic of all because ... well... I forgot, but trust me, they were all so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Q9JZaI7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/oBEvyA0y7O8/s1600/img_3084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534801847230538674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Q9JZaI7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/oBEvyA0y7O8/s320/img_3084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and I got to sneak away for a little bit that night to go to one of his friends' Halloween Par-Tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Q9rNxzoI/AAAAAAAAA7k/MOrFfANScxQ/s1600/img_3088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534801856308563586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Q9rNxzoI/AAAAAAAAA7k/MOrFfANScxQ/s320/img_3088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So about a month or so ago, Matt went to Blockbuster to get us a movie to watch, adn came home with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://london.playwiththecity.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/24wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://london.playwiththecity.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/24wallpaper1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;24... (I don't know why this pic is so large)&lt;br /&gt;My new addiction... I LOVE this show. If you are looking for a good show to get hooked on, this is your show. But beware... you won't be able to stop watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-771509480827786898?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/771509480827786898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=771509480827786898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/771509480827786898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/771509480827786898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-mexico-pumpkins-24.html' title='Halloween, Mexico, Pumpkins, 24'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TM-Mp8URYJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/MT6oQ5PRoZQ/s72-c/img_3045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-4542907014806394903</id><published>2010-10-11T13:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:27:25.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Lady Addi is TWO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week Addi had her 2nd birthday! I honestly can't believe she's two. She is at such a fun age and so playful, I love it. HA. She says the funniest things and is starting to become a little DIVA. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I had a little party for her just the three of us on her actual b-day. I was SO excited all day. When I woke up that morning it felt like Christmas to me! I really don't know why I was so excited, but I told Matt it was better than my own birthday. I had to work till 3, so when I got off I picked her up and took her home and showed her all of her wrapped presents. She acted like she could care less, which is funny, because she woke up that morning saying, "Iss my birfday mom!" Anyway, when Matt got home we sat her down and put all the presents in front of her. All she wanted to do was "listen to teardrops" (Taylor Swift music video of Teardrops on my Guitar). She was screaming because we wouldn't let her listen to it anymore (I try to limit it to 3 times a day, I'm so afraid he's going to be a techno junky). So on a scale of 1-5 meltdown, 5 being the worst, she had about a level 4 meltdown. Seriously pulling out her cute hair that I spent so much time doing that morning, jumping up and down, kicking her feet, you name it. Sigh... So finally I ripped a present open and put it right to her face so she could see what it was.........&lt;br /&gt;The meltdown stopped. She got a huge smile on her face and snatched it away from me. From there on out she was a happy girl, ripping all the gifts open. Wow, we got through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice her messed up hair... HAHA it's a funny memory at least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNrF4NyFXI/AAAAAAAAA38/2_WxZWpnpg0/s1600/img_3005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526878916447442290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNrF4NyFXI/AAAAAAAAA38/2_WxZWpnpg0/s320/img_3005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got accessories for her baby doll. She loves feeding her baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNrE5Fj-YI/AAAAAAAAA30/noAiRSE5mYE/s1600/img_3002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526878899501529474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNrE5Fj-YI/AAAAAAAAA30/noAiRSE5mYE/s320/img_3002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had a family party for her. I decided to do a lady bug theme since she is so fascinated with bugs and spiders. Didn't really want to do a spider theme HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNrGgpXKPI/AAAAAAAAA4E/X3PvibhouBg/s1600/img_3007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526878927300536562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNrGgpXKPI/AAAAAAAAA4E/X3PvibhouBg/s320/img_3007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNsGgIWJzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/IPkqGUlcon8/s1600/img_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526880026673686322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNsGgIWJzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/IPkqGUlcon8/s320/img_3009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All these lady bugs kinda look creepy now that I look at it... the food coloring I used made everyone's mouth turn red or black. Nate looked like a vampire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNsGCQ-4JI/AAAAAAAAA4M/rqWYw48pgvU/s1600/img_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526880018656845970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNsGCQ-4JI/AAAAAAAAA4M/rqWYw48pgvU/s320/img_3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addi was so excited to see Grace. She loves her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNsHYxa2UI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-lukf-7fJmE/s1600/img_3010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526880041878346050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNsHYxa2UI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-lukf-7fJmE/s320/img_3010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors Morgan and Ryan, who she ADORES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNs27Vod2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Z9LNyw0V674/s1600/img_3011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526880858610890594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNs27Vod2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Z9LNyw0V674/s320/img_3011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing at the candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNs4RBnZ5I/AAAAAAAAA40/y_636FDGqL0/s1600/img_3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526880881612384146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNs4RBnZ5I/AAAAAAAAA40/y_636FDGqL0/s320/img_3013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNs3yZd38I/AAAAAAAAA4s/T_QLKjb7jjQ/s1600/img_3012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526880873390923714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNs3yZd38I/AAAAAAAAA4s/T_QLKjb7jjQ/s320/img_3012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one cracks me up... Her whole face was stained red from the frosting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNt2GJEcjI/AAAAAAAAA48/_XDsUZ3fkqE/s1600/img_3014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526881943842746930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNt2GJEcjI/AAAAAAAAA48/_XDsUZ3fkqE/s320/img_3014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dewane, Nate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNt3B6HPWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/v2iBEGbeM8w/s1600/img_3016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526881959886142818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNt3B6HPWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/v2iBEGbeM8w/s320/img_3016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mom, Gramps, Dad, Jason... Don't ask me what my pops is doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNt2lJn8ZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/SkB-GpH1yWA/s1600/img_3015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526881952166572434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNt2lJn8ZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/SkB-GpH1yWA/s320/img_3015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Grandma Ivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNvRxSiYII/AAAAAAAAA5U/J59zdxg55pI/s1600/img_3017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526883518793277570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNvRxSiYII/AAAAAAAAA5U/J59zdxg55pI/s320/img_3017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was really starting to get the hang of this opening the presents thing. She was getting so curious as to what would be inside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNvSz7yEOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zOSLIEHnDn8/s1600/img_3022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526883536683012322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNvSz7yEOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zOSLIEHnDn8/s320/img_3022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the kids wanted to help open the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNvSff-nqI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7P-M2of0IKg/s1600/img_3019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526883531197685410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNvSff-nqI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7P-M2of0IKg/s320/img_3019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Opening the gift from gramma and papa Frandsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNwOO6i0LI/AAAAAAAAA50/nKUWsmYyhRM/s1600/img_3028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526884557537857714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNwOO6i0LI/AAAAAAAAA50/nKUWsmYyhRM/s320/img_3028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom made her a "Quiet Book" for church. It is so amazing!! Seriously, it took SO much time for her to make and it is so detailed and adorable. Thank you so much madre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNwOo79j7I/AAAAAAAAA58/AiPhIULFS8I/s1600/img_3033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526884564523126706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNwOo79j7I/AAAAAAAAA58/AiPhIULFS8I/s320/img_3033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Grandpa Ivers gave her a tea set, which she can't stop playing with. She gathers all of her stuffed animals and babies around and feeds them "crumpets and tea". (I know I look so lame in this pic.. ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNwNjJvipI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Xy_GJQbnEJo/s1600/img_3025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526884545790446226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNwNjJvipI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Xy_GJQbnEJo/s320/img_3025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so on a random note, I have to write this down for my journal so I don't forget.  A couple weeks ago I did a Paula Abdul workout video (yes it's so 80's, Matt makes fun of me so bad, but it's so fun!) and Addi was starting to do it with me since it's all dancing.  Well the next morning she put on my workout headband (see below), got the dvd and brought it to me while I was still in bed.  She said, "I wanna "cersize" mom."  I told her I was too tired.  She said, "Oh come on!"  like I was such a lazy bum or something.  LOL!! So I couldn't deny my little energizer bunny, so I did it with her and we had a blast.  Although I kept stepping all over her, we need a bigger living room!  Ha funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNxOtydSAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sm7xneCagUA/s1600/img_2996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526885665337067522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNxOtydSAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sm7xneCagUA/s320/img_2996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved General Conference this year, but I did get tired and couldn't help snuggling up to my little cuddle bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNxPHTT81I/AAAAAAAAA6M/GNHWLK3ebmY/s1600/img_2998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526885672185754450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNxPHTT81I/AAAAAAAAA6M/GNHWLK3ebmY/s320/img_2998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4542907014806394903?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4542907014806394903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4542907014806394903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4542907014806394903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4542907014806394903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-lady-addi-is-two.html' title='Little Lady Addi is TWO!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TLNrF4NyFXI/AAAAAAAAA38/2_WxZWpnpg0/s72-c/img_3005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-1529511558476133731</id><published>2010-10-06T07:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T07:56:30.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty-Training</title><content type='html'>I need advice.  For about a month now, Addi has shown interest in being potty-trained.  So I bought her a "princess potty" as she calls it, so she could get used to the idea a little bit more.  The other night, she took off her diaper and went pee in her potty!  Then this morning when I was changing her diaper, I said, "If you want to go pee in your potty you can."  So she ran over to it and went again!  I know I know, I'm so excited... But I don't know what to do from here.  Is there a book I should be reading on this?  Because she'll usually just go in her diaper unless I'm changing her and tell her to go.  I have no idea what to do, never done this before!  I don't want to try to force it on her, because I've heard that just prolongs it and makes it worse.  Any advice you have or tips would be great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-1529511558476133731?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/1529511558476133731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=1529511558476133731' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1529511558476133731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1529511558476133731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/10/potty-training.html' title='Potty-Training'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8048480303711103619</id><published>2010-10-03T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:52:46.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My sisy's new blog</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know my sis, Rebekah, she FiNalLy started a blog!  Check it out... www.TheRammellChannel.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8048480303711103619?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8048480303711103619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8048480303711103619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8048480303711103619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8048480303711103619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-sisys-new-blog.html' title='My sisy&apos;s new blog'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-5801213215862608668</id><published>2010-10-01T23:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:09:07.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must watch this video!</title><content type='html'>This is the most incredible story of a woman who survived abortion.  It's about 15 minutes long, so set aside the time to watch it, and grab a box of tissues.  It is inspiring and real, and great.  You will be so happy you watched it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 parts, make sure you watch them both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKrW7vP8W00&amp;feature=related (part 1)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8wwleM3kk8&amp;feature=related (part 2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5801213215862608668?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5801213215862608668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5801213215862608668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5801213215862608668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5801213215862608668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/10/must-watch-this-video.html' title='Must watch this video!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-2690315231385248042</id><published>2010-09-19T21:15:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:05:22.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, oh Summer, Where did you go?</title><content type='html'>It's always sad to see summer come to an end. I absolutely love summer, I wish it could be like this year round. It seems like there are so many more fun things to do and there is always more family around. One thing Matt and I love to do is have sleepovers. We get all our blankets and throw them down in front of the TV and veg out. We decided to include Addi this time, thinking she would fall right asleep. WRONG-OH. What the heck was I thinking? She gets so riled up and runs around and hops like a frog and dances... anything but lays down. We watched "Clash of the Titans" (so stupid) and she finally realized we weren't paying attention to her and zonked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSHaNlRGI/AAAAAAAAA08/nNImV_HZt6A/s1600/img_2920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518829418126328930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSHaNlRGI/AAAAAAAAA08/nNImV_HZt6A/s320/img_2920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Addi's favorite things to do is to come in and out of our room, shutting and opening the door. I personally think it would get so old, but she does it forever while I read on the bed. She thinks she's really sneeky when she looks at me with sweet little eyes and says, "Come in mom", so I try to walk in and she slams the door on me. Then she gets a wicked little laugh. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbScaXm1wI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nRV8ym8dPi0/s1600/img_2929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518829778945627906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbScaXm1wI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nRV8ym8dPi0/s320/img_2929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSdJ1D3oI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zY7tuvgcd9g/s1600/img_2932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518829791685631618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSdJ1D3oI/AAAAAAAAA1c/zY7tuvgcd9g/s320/img_2932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Russ and Amy were in town, we tried out the $2 Tuesday at Thanksgiving Point. It wasn't as crazy as I thought it would be, since we went the last Tuesday in the month and all the kiddos were in school. Amy was trying to get her to play in the sand but she didn't "want to get dirty." yeah, she's definatley my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSIY_4KjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/yFxwrgJp0UA/s1600/img_2923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518829434980280882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSIY_4KjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/yFxwrgJp0UA/s320/img_2923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSHxQnvRI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HjlDk9o3_Dg/s1600/img_2922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518829424313089298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSHxQnvRI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HjlDk9o3_Dg/s320/img_2922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, I know this picture below is silly. Since I got a jogging stroller, we've been loving the crisp weather lately to go for a jog. I am paranoid about her getting sick so yes, I made her look like a nerd and bundled her up in her bunny hat. The funny thing is, as soon as we got back from the jog she was so hot she was sweating. I guess I over-estimated the coolness of the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSeQXrkdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/81aMGvu1i9s/s1600/img_2937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518829810621321682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSeQXrkdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/81aMGvu1i9s/s320/img_2937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the annual Ivers Lagoon a couple weeks ago, and it was a blast this year because Addi actually enjoyed the rides! She had so much fun with her "ton-tons" (cousins). All week before we went she kept asking when she could see her "ton-tons". Now she won't stop talking about how much fun she had with them. Rarely a day goes by when she doesn't name all of them, one by one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbVUUeXabI/AAAAAAAAA10/CBNhqdvQRT4/s1600/img_2943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518832938459294130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbVUUeXabI/AAAAAAAAA10/CBNhqdvQRT4/s320/img_2943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Dylann, Presley, and Addi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbVTuL-_cI/AAAAAAAAA1s/kLUbkbnqhr8/s1600/img_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518832928181648834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbVTuL-_cI/AAAAAAAAA1s/kLUbkbnqhr8/s320/img_2940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbWj2Qek4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/gtE2yY-sVyg/s1600/img_2954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518834304737514370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbWj2Qek4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/gtE2yY-sVyg/s320/img_2954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbWjIMMCtI/AAAAAAAAA2E/PX1mOcr9m4c/s1600/img_2952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518834292371491538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbWjIMMCtI/AAAAAAAAA2E/PX1mOcr9m4c/s320/img_2952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbWigFc6EI/AAAAAAAAA18/CauOZqBqVB0/s1600/img_2948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518834281605818434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbWigFc6EI/AAAAAAAAA18/CauOZqBqVB0/s320/img_2948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYPmhBanI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ypU0gpytq7o/s1600/img_2964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518836155937811058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYPmhBanI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ypU0gpytq7o/s320/img_2964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYPAnkPHI/AAAAAAAAA2c/mJ6IgsLkl0M/s1600/img_2956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518836145764711538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYPAnkPHI/AAAAAAAAA2c/mJ6IgsLkl0M/s320/img_2956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYOhyFA-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/74gHxwQzvrQ/s1600/img_2955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518836137487303650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYOhyFA-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/74gHxwQzvrQ/s320/img_2955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had loads of fun! I'm kind of embarassed to say it, but I really kind of liked the kiddie rides! Matt and I went back yesterday just the two of us so we could go on some adult rides. By the end of the night I felt like I had the worst hang over in the world! I think I'm getting to be an old sap and I kind of missed the easy going kid rides yesterday! Good thing I have a little girl to give me the "excuse" to ride them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYxZ9kveI/AAAAAAAAA20/TTDXEahwCGU/s1600/img_2968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518836736683458018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbYxZ9kveI/AAAAAAAAA20/TTDXEahwCGU/s320/img_2968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wOw, look at that little grin. That's one of those, "I'm not getting into trouble mommy" smiles. I'm getting that one a lot, lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbZNVwfiCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gZJrtrIVFjY/s1600/img_2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518837216591185954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbZNVwfiCI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gZJrtrIVFjY/s320/img_2979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love... Her... So... Much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbdZadI4PI/AAAAAAAAA3c/OfmnjtuBOEQ/s1600/img_2969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518841822057128178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbdZadI4PI/AAAAAAAAA3c/OfmnjtuBOEQ/s320/img_2969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2690315231385248042?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2690315231385248042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2690315231385248042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2690315231385248042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2690315231385248042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-oh-summer-where-did-you-go.html' title='Summer, oh Summer, Where did you go?'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TJbSHaNlRGI/AAAAAAAAA08/nNImV_HZt6A/s72-c/img_2920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8199035860983202413</id><published>2010-09-06T13:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:24:40.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I complain about the stresses of being a mom.  There are so many things about being a mom that are so hard, and I'm still getting used to them.  But yesterday as I was sitting in church, I was thinking how happy I am as a mother.  I remember coming home from my mission, feeling like nothing could ever top that experience.  I felt that nothing could ever make me as happy as that did.  As I was reflecting on the past 2 and a half years, I realized that I've been even happier than I ever knew before.  Nothing in my life is perfect, in fact, very far from it.  But the gospel is perfect, and so I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin this book I'm reading, and I'm on the chapter called, "Are We Not All Mothers?".  Since this is my journal for now, I'm going to quote some things I've read.&lt;br /&gt;"Satan has declared war on motherhood and on the family.  He does everythig he can to dishonor and devalue both womanhood and motherhood.  He well knows that those who rock the cradle are in the best position to rock his diabolical earthly empire.  He understands that without mothers who are willing to bear children, our Father's plan would be completely frustrated.  He knows that without righteous mothers loving and leading the rising generation, the kingdom of God will fail."&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley has declared that "mothers can do more than any other group" to reverse today's sobering social trends. &lt;br /&gt;"One of the single most significant responsibilities is to help love and lead the younger generation.  If we don't mentor them, no one will.  If we don't show them there is joy in living this way, where else can they possibly expect to see it."  (no pressure there huh :))&lt;br /&gt;To all you mamas, and mamas-to-be  out there, YOU ARE AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8199035860983202413?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8199035860983202413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8199035860983202413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8199035860983202413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8199035860983202413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/09/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8930643851167319081</id><published>2010-08-31T13:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:56:57.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"No One Can Take Your Place"</title><content type='html'>Everyone should read this book! It is by Sheri Dew and I have already learned so much and I'm only on page 22! I recently started reading it because I've been thinking a lot about Addison and stressing about raising her in this world that often seems extremely sinful. I have been so reassured from the first couple of chapters.  She talks about who we were before we came to this earth life and how we brought our identity with us. You always hear people say, "I'm trying to find out who I am", or "I don't know who I am." I want Addi to grow up knowing that she already has an identity that she was pre-destined with. Of course we have to learn for ourselves and make mistakes but I loved this part of the book that talks of identity: "God named Eve the mother of all living &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; she was placed in the Garden, and He elected Mary to bear His Son &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; she entered mortality. Their identity and callings were determined long before they were born, and were surely a reflection of premortal spiritual valor. None of us come to this earth to &lt;em&gt;gain&lt;/em&gt; our worth; we brought it with us."  President Wilford Woodruff says, "The Lord has chosen a small number of choice spirits of sons and daughters who are to inherit the earth; and this company of choice spirits have been kept in the spirit world for six thousand years to come forth in the last days."  That includes all of us, as one of those who have been reserved for this eleventh hour.  Sometimes I forget the importance of being here on earth and living up to all we were meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8930643851167319081?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8930643851167319081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8930643851167319081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8930643851167319081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8930643851167319081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-one-can-take-your-place.html' title='&quot;No One Can Take Your Place&quot;'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-419927947742939028</id><published>2010-08-25T08:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:27:39.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Jorge</title><content type='html'>Last week was our annual St. Georgey trip. It's always fun because my whole family is all together, which seems to happen less and less as we all get older. The unfortunate thing is my husband and my sister's husband could not attend. Maybe that's a good thing because we can get kind of wild and weird when we're all together. Matt has seen this side of my family but I'm not sure if Nick has yet :) (Count yourself lucky if you haven't, Nick). Anyway, we told my mom that we wanted just some free time this year to just lounge around and hang. We did! It was so nice to just kick back and play games or watch a movie or whateva! We played "Pig Pile" a million times, which is one of my all time favorite games now. That game can get you in a goofy mood, too, so watch out if you ever play it with me.&lt;br /&gt;We usually go hiking at Zions, but we've pretty much done all of the hikes there, and it's such a long drive, so we decided we'd give Snow Canyon a try. We hiked butterfly trail, lava rocks, some rock one, and then got lost and hiked our way back to the car. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute mom who put this whole thing together! She LOVES her books! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpW_AmekI/AAAAAAAAA0M/CguKcwLDBnA/s1600/img_2906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355194005486146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpW_AmekI/AAAAAAAAA0M/CguKcwLDBnA/s320/img_2906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the gang watching a movie or something? My pregnant sister, Bekah is on the right here, you can zoom in to see her baby belly! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpWT6qsOI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ADjYg31QvRg/s1600/img_2908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355182437871842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpWT6qsOI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ADjYg31QvRg/s320/img_2908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe little rascal herself with my dad, who just can't say no. He told me, "don't let her in there or she'll start climbing in the fridge." So I told her no. She goes over and asks "papa" and he sticks her right in. Psh... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpoVnzVmI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uk4R06cIjZQ/s1600/img_2912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355492133262946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpoVnzVmI/AAAAAAAAA0c/uk4R06cIjZQ/s320/img_2912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Nes at the Tuacahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpn9z0WEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/QPMX7Pg0rNg/s1600/img_2913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355485741209666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpn9z0WEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/QPMX7Pg0rNg/s320/img_2913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us (minus my dad and Addi) before the Tuacahn. This years show was "Tarzan" which was surprisingly awesome. I don't care for the story that much, but all of the swinging around on the ropes and the costumes and singing was pretty sweet. L-R is Amy (Russ' girl), Russ, Nate, Me, Mom, Nestle, Reb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUp457qjSI/AAAAAAAAA00/rMv6kH04tvs/s1600/img_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355776758156578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUp457qjSI/AAAAAAAAA00/rMv6kH04tvs/s320/img_2916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUp4fo1TbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/22RM0SpUmxA/s1600/img_2915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355769699847602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUp4fo1TbI/AAAAAAAAA0s/22RM0SpUmxA/s320/img_2915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the ST. George Temple and did a session. It is a beautiful temple, (well which one isn't?) so historic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpozBP3NI/AAAAAAAAA0k/zp60bQ2IvRw/s1600/img_2911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355500024618194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpozBP3NI/AAAAAAAAA0k/zp60bQ2IvRw/s320/img_2911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpVylShCI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Gsl583SFWB0/s1600/img_2910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509355173489837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpVylShCI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Gsl583SFWB0/s320/img_2910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO much fun, thanks mom and pop for putting it together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-419927947742939028?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/419927947742939028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=419927947742939028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/419927947742939028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/419927947742939028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/08/st-jorge.html' title='St. Jorge'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/THUpW_AmekI/AAAAAAAAA0M/CguKcwLDBnA/s72-c/img_2906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3395763776639960566</id><published>2010-08-16T12:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:20:43.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it seems like it is so hard to find time to blog anymore. I guess it's not on my list of priorities, but I like having it for my journal's sake, since I am not much of a journal writer anymore. It's been a fun August so far. My sister and her husband came from Arkansas to visit, and you know my mom, always planning fun things for everyone to do. One of the fun things we did was hike Timp. Cave (yes with my prego sister, she is a trooper!) and we also have gone to Seven Peaks, went to Salt Lake to see some of the Church History museums, and ate at the Lion House, seen some movies, and gone to the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we have to go on the fun train ride. And if you notice in this picture, Addi is doing "her eye thing", which we all love! She thinks it's the funniest thing to roll her eyes to the side and then laugh hysterically after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmKPqLxBtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/E0ptN1xStTU/s1600/img_2877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506084021063452370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmKPqLxBtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/E0ptN1xStTU/s320/img_2877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is the closest I've been to the Tigers. We're really lucky because we got there first thing in the morning and so we saw them "bathe" in the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmJ0E1PANI/AAAAAAAAAyU/yQ3H-qZixKs/s1600/img_2875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506083547180368082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmJ0E1PANI/AAAAAAAAAyU/yQ3H-qZixKs/s320/img_2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmJzVUcqWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1AbAfGPntdI/s1600/img_2872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506083534426384738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmJzVUcqWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/1AbAfGPntdI/s320/img_2872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmJyxGByAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/EFVzs_yAAug/s1600/img_2870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506083524702226434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmJyxGByAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/EFVzs_yAAug/s320/img_2870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt and I were really bored one night. We wanted to do something as a family,but we were sick of the usual, eating out etc. It was kind of a cooler night and we wanted to do something active so we hiked Timp Cave, which Matt had never been to. It was so much fun taking Addi again, and it was perfect weather! We took turns carrying her on our backs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmKQ4MQRHI/AAAAAAAAAys/2X3o68dSKbQ/s1600/img_2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506084042003465330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmKQ4MQRHI/AAAAAAAAAys/2X3o68dSKbQ/s320/img_2884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmKQXvFlqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/RrCcEG-ZhkE/s1600/img_2883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506084033291196066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmKQXvFlqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/RrCcEG-ZhkE/s320/img_2883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmLklX4EeI/AAAAAAAAAy8/FOexVHju6fs/s1600/img_2888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506085480060948962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmLklX4EeI/AAAAAAAAAy8/FOexVHju6fs/s320/img_2888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmLkMAToDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/FNCStxhbCzU/s1600/img_2887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506085473251205170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmLkMAToDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/FNCStxhbCzU/s320/img_2887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend was really busy for us. Friday was Matt's really good friend, Joey's wedding, my brother's graduation from BYU, and my 18th birthday. :) Yes, I'm so young. lol I'm so proud of my brother for graduating and making it this far! He's done so much with his life. He'll be moving back to D.C. to look for a job in a few weeks. We went to the graduation program then went to the Sizzler for dinner then headed back to my parents for my b-day.&lt;br /&gt;Cute Addi kept "helping" me unwrap the gifts and put the bows in my hair. Thanks wonderful family for the nice celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmM1Kd8-cI/AAAAAAAAAzM/daP6_y8DvQ8/s1600/img_2895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086864408082882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmM1Kd8-cI/AAAAAAAAAzM/daP6_y8DvQ8/s320/img_2895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmLlTyoQkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NUmG3dgM_YY/s1600/img_2892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506085492521189954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmLlTyoQkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NUmG3dgM_YY/s320/img_2892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis made this trendy apron for me for my birthday and gave me some yummy recipes so I can start cookin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmM2kJA4sI/AAAAAAAAAzc/346DnWuwQeQ/s1600/img_2897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086888479449794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmM2kJA4sI/AAAAAAAAAzc/346DnWuwQeQ/s320/img_2897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made this "Happy Birthday" sign out of fabric! It is sooo cute. If you want one, she only charges $25 plus shipping. They are great for anyone and make wonderful gifts (can you tell I work in sales?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmM143eCMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/mT3Ss7xFhvw/s1600/img_2896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506086876863137986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmM143eCMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/mT3Ss7xFhvw/s320/img_2896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Friday was a crazy day, Matt took me out on Saturday for our date. We went to Chillis for dinner, and let me just say it was UH.MAY.ZING! I haven't been there for so long and so I got the works! We got guacamole and chips for an appetizer, my favorite baby back ribs, and then the Chocolate Molten Lava Cake that is to DIE for! WOw, I'm salavating just thinking about it. We had planned to go to see "Salt" afterwards, but when we went to the theatre, they told us it wasn't playing because their projector blew up. Seriously GHETTO! I was so bummed. But we had fun anyway. We went up to Alpine Days and watched the fireworks in the back of Matt's mom's little pink truck. It was awesome. I think my favorite gift this year was Addi saying "I lllluv you mommy". Precious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmOTGPRZKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YPnqo_GjPPI/s1600/img_2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506088478180467874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmOTGPRZKI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YPnqo_GjPPI/s320/img_2904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmOSlJcA1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/o6N3rlthfAA/s1600/img_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506088469297627986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmOSlJcA1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/o6N3rlthfAA/s320/img_2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3395763776639960566?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3395763776639960566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3395763776639960566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3395763776639960566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3395763776639960566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TGmKPqLxBtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/E0ptN1xStTU/s72-c/img_2877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-605801665758346075</id><published>2010-07-23T12:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:31:41.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's going to have a little baby boy around soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEncZ1PvCBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Z0NSEurU7Ok/s1600/img_2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497167156530317330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEncZ1PvCBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Z0NSEurU7Ok/s320/img_2865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you heard me right. Addi is going to have to be a big girl influence for her new little baby boy COUSIN! hahaha. My sister is having a baby boy on December 4th! Addi will now have a cousin on the Frandsen side! Yipee!!! (I mean, look how excited she is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEncacrJkmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_o1zflOIR6g/s1600/img_2864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497167167114285666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEncacrJkmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_o1zflOIR6g/s320/img_2864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so excited for her and her husband and so happy to have a new addition to the fam! He's going to be so dang adorable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had such a fun summer so far this year. We've seen a lot of good movies, gone to a lot of parks, enjoyed the nice weather, and gone up the canyon quite a bit. The 4th of July was fun this year. We went to the Provo Parade like we do every year, and I was thinking Addi would love it. Turns out, she didn't really care too much. Go figure huh. However, she did love Grace and Hazel's doggy, Zoey. She couldn't get enough of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEnecenBekI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HNsbeIsaU8w/s1600/img_2854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497169401016842818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEnecenBekI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HNsbeIsaU8w/s320/img_2854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEneb7cLzGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iI8FNwy2Z8A/s1600/img_2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497169391576140898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEneb7cLzGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iI8FNwy2Z8A/s320/img_2851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEnebcOz9EI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dOmVac0CdCU/s1600/img_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497169383198553154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEnebcOz9EI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dOmVac0CdCU/s320/img_2848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade we went to the Ivers' for a BBQ and swimming. When Addi misses her nap she is the biggest stinker! So we finally packed her up in the car in her diaper and headed home. Thankfully she fell asleep on the way home!  ps Check out her farmers tan! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEnfF_qP_oI/AAAAAAAAAxo/565O1e4_sUo/s1600/img_2860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497170114263383682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEnfF_qP_oI/AAAAAAAAAxo/565O1e4_sUo/s320/img_2860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-605801665758346075?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/605801665758346075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=605801665758346075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/605801665758346075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/605801665758346075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/07/shes-going-to-have-little-baby-boy.html' title='She&apos;s going to have a little baby boy around soon!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TEncZ1PvCBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Z0NSEurU7Ok/s72-c/img_2865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8578526685691760788</id><published>2010-07-01T22:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:45:28.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ECLIPSE PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So my cuz and I got tix to see Eclipse on opening night (early morning). Is anyone else crazy about this saga? I think it is simply AMAZING. Stephany Meyers is a wicked cool lady. So we got in line around 8:30 and I'm so glad we got there when we did, because as soon as we got there, the line got 10 times longer. We got GREAT seats. They let us in the theater around 10:00 and we were running ahead of everyone to get a good seat :) (Way to go pregnant cousin- you impressed me with your mad skills). So we had 2 hours till the movie. Sigh. And it was my bed time so I was fighting to stay awake. Luckily we came prepared. We had treats, magazines, and games. We used ALL of them. haha :) It was fun though. We had a good chance to talk and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;The crazy line below, and the cute pregnant lady. (can't even tell she's prego) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1tjdABn2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/oTteuo3ohpg/s1600/img_2841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489163976682086242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1tjdABn2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/oTteuo3ohpg/s320/img_2841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1tkGlGTaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/M0l7LbUfAcM/s1600/img_2840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489163987843435938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1tkGlGTaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/M0l7LbUfAcM/s320/img_2840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were getting soooo bored and tired.  Can ya tell?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1uGthj2nI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SCFTdAtDwJU/s1600/img_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489164582413130354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1uGthj2nI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SCFTdAtDwJU/s320/img_2844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1uHJWFK4I/AAAAAAAAAww/YqQnjYw3MUg/s1600/img_2842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489164589881174914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1uHJWFK4I/AAAAAAAAAww/YqQnjYw3MUg/s320/img_2842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... the movie. (excuse me while I try to catch my breath)... The love triangle about killed me. I HATED Jacob in the books. But he's so cute and sweet in the movies that I really am in love with him, too. It was like, every single part of the movie was good. Not just a few good parts. Loved ALL of it. If you hated the first movie, don't let that hold you back. they just keep getting better. It was such a fun night to see Kira and be giggly teenage girls again! :) &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/8685884155846772310-8578526685691760788?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8578526685691760788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8578526685691760788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8578526685691760788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8578526685691760788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse-party.html' title='ECLIPSE PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1tjdABn2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/oTteuo3ohpg/s72-c/img_2841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2829512805499035792</id><published>2010-07-01T22:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:24:00.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Fathers Day this year was great. We did a lot of fun things with the fam. The Saturday before we had an Ivers BBQ at Matt's parents house. Addi &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; the slide that they have at their house. She went up and down probably for a couple hours straight. Sunday we had church and then did presents. Addi and I got him a juicer. We just don't eat very healthy and especially getting Addi to eat well is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DIFFICULT&lt;/span&gt;! So we have been making a lot of juice and drinking it like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1oNNOxzRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/f_1EhINsF0g/s1600/img_2832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489158096933735698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1oNNOxzRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/f_1EhINsF0g/s320/img_2832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1oMltVKhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/PDUr-RipKKs/s1600/img_2833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489158086324464146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1oMltVKhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/PDUr-RipKKs/s320/img_2833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the juice we made a couple nights ago. I thought it looked kinda cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;The first one is apples, oranges, pineapple, and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1oMBtX5pI/AAAAAAAAAwA/7v5id3ZWzJs/s1600/img_2834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489158076660967058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1oMBtX5pI/AAAAAAAAAwA/7v5id3ZWzJs/s320/img_2834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1n8fBanWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tmpfl9DI5rI/s1600/img_2835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489157809651752290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1n8fBanWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tmpfl9DI5rI/s320/img_2835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one we made was peaches, nectarines, blueberries, and black grapes. It was &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;EXQUISITE.&lt;/span&gt; The only problem is fruit is so expensive. We averaged it out and it was $17 a pitcher. Yikes, we gotta hit the sales for fruit from now on. Anyway, it was a good Fathers day. On Sunday we went to my Frandsen side BBQ at my gram's house. Then we went with my fam up to see my gramps and all my cousins/relatives. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUN TIMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1n731XJXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Mq0fGzL7T7c/s1600/img_2838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489157799132210546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1n731XJXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Mq0fGzL7T7c/s320/img_2838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2829512805499035792?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2829512805499035792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2829512805499035792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2829512805499035792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2829512805499035792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/07/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TC1oNNOxzRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/f_1EhINsF0g/s72-c/img_2832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3017525661291077160</id><published>2010-06-18T07:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:24:33.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>I just love this lil' thang!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtyXCdIK8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/0g_Somo-LZY/s1600/img_2821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102711375309762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtyXCdIK8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/0g_Somo-LZY/s320/img_2821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtyWq1-e8I/AAAAAAAAAvg/tFW4JP9P0bY/s1600/img_2823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102705037081538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtyWq1-e8I/AAAAAAAAAvg/tFW4JP9P0bY/s320/img_2823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been having fun playing outside in our yard lately.  The weather has been so nice, I love the hot weather!  Matt has been busy with work and other things, so we've missed him, but we're proud of all he does!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtx4XY0YRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9ijykALw37o/s1600/img_2827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102184418435346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtx4XY0YRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9ijykALw37o/s320/img_2827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtx3gFm_KI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/A4Oh38hCUsc/s1600/img_2829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102169573915810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtx3gFm_KI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/A4Oh38hCUsc/s320/img_2829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3017525661291077160?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3017525661291077160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3017525661291077160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3017525661291077160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3017525661291077160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/06/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TBtyXCdIK8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/0g_Somo-LZY/s72-c/img_2821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8263050745049823799</id><published>2010-06-16T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:16:12.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanning Beds and Skin Cancer</title><content type='html'>My brother sent me this article linking Skin Cancer to Indoor Tanning Beds.  I thought I'd post it because I find it interesting.  I hate to say it, but I LOVE tanning beds.  Love the way they make me feel, love getting a tan, I think they're relaxing etc.  I'm so glad I haven't gone in a long time (Matt hates them and doesn't like me to go) and I won't be going anytime in the future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong evidence now links tanning beds to melanoma, a deadly form of skin cancer that afflicts nearly 69,000 Americans a year.&lt;br /&gt;People who have ever used tanning machines were 74% more likely to develop melanoma than others, according to a study of 2,268 patients reported today in Cancer Epidemiology, Biomarkers &amp; Prevention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who tanned the most — for 10 years or more — had more than twice the risk of melanoma compared with people who never used tanning beds, says co-author Martin Weinstock of Brown University School of Medicine. Those risks didn't change when researchers accounted for age, sex, income, family history, education, skin and eye color, freckles, moles, sunscreen use or time in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2.5% of men and 1.7% of women develop melanoma, according to the American Cancer Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study provides some of the strongest evidence yet to link tanning beds to melanoma, which kills nearly 7,000 Americans a year, says Electra Paskett of Ohio State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study includes information on the newest tanning technologies, finding that machines emitting both types of ultraviolet light — UVA and UVB — increased melanoma risk, says Allan Halpern of New York's Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halpern and many other doctors say they're especially concerned about the risks of tanning salons for teenagers, which are popular this time of year as kids prepare for proms, graduations and beach trips. About 35% of 17-year-old girls use tanning machines, according to the Food and Drug Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new report comes at a time of increased scrutiny of indoor tanning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•The FDA is considering recommendations from an advisory panel that suggested that teens be barred from tanning salons, or at least get parental consent before tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Congress included a 10% tax on indoor tanning in the health reform bill to help pay for expanding medical coverage and to make it harder for teens to afford indoor tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•The International Agency for Research on Cancer, part of the World Health Organization, in July listed ultraviolet radiation-emitting beds as "carcinogenic to humans," its highest category of cancer risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8263050745049823799?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8263050745049823799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8263050745049823799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8263050745049823799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8263050745049823799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/06/tanning-beds-and-skin-cancer.html' title='Tanning Beds and Skin Cancer'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-3659388998645870133</id><published>2010-06-08T21:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:40:50.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo and Zuri</title><content type='html'>Last Friday we had a terrific time at the Zoo. We went with the in-laws since last year we went with my parents. This year was a lot more enjoyable simply because Addi actually got it. She's been learning the names of animals from her "Noah's Ark" book so she was able to recognize them and say some of their names :) She loved the Carousel and Train.  P.S. I know I look cheesy in the pic with her on the carousel but it's so cute of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8KEFEgbPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sMIcVmJTGms/s1600/img_2807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480610336730017010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8KEFEgbPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sMIcVmJTGms/s320/img_2807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8J7_a4wrI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2vXRXbHtRKU/s1600/img_2806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480610197774320306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8J7_a4wrI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2vXRXbHtRKU/s320/img_2806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8J7cpGZdI/AAAAAAAAAu4/AcnHpFZpZyA/s1600/img_2786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480610188438693330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8J7cpGZdI/AAAAAAAAAu4/AcnHpFZpZyA/s320/img_2786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8Jv9hppOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/rhPRbALHGkA/s1600/img_2784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480609991107388642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8Jv9hppOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/rhPRbALHGkA/s320/img_2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went on the Carousel a zillion times :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JvSN9abI/AAAAAAAAAuo/L1Jp7UQz8Dk/s1600/img_2772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480609979482073522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JvSN9abI/AAAAAAAAAuo/L1Jp7UQz8Dk/s320/img_2772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JjV9xOwI/AAAAAAAAAug/6Z33phlbKUM/s1600/img_2771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480609774329477890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JjV9xOwI/AAAAAAAAAug/6Z33phlbKUM/s320/img_2771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is the mama elephant and cute, adorable, little Zuri.  I think Zuri is only a few months old.  She was the cutest little elephant.  She was following her mama everywhere and then her mom was nursing her  (is that what you call it for elephants?) lol  Addi kept saying, "baby eh-phant!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8Jio8CSCI/AAAAAAAAAuY/WQVzCqnlC8Y/s1600/img_2769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480609762242611234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8Jio8CSCI/AAAAAAAAAuY/WQVzCqnlC8Y/s320/img_2769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JVRbPTlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AmK67fW5Mhs/s1600/img_2768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480609532592737874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JVRbPTlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AmK67fW5Mhs/s320/img_2768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang!  The weather was perfect.  It was kind of overcast so it wasn't too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JUvV1dUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/y0TxSgEEVcw/s1600/img_2767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480609523443266882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8JUvV1dUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/y0TxSgEEVcw/s320/img_2767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Zoo we were all starving (we spent 4 hours there!) and Matt's dad suggested we go to The Mayan.  I hadn't been there for a couple years, and the last time I went it wasn't very good.  I was so impressed this time, though. The food is kind of expensive but Matt and I always share anyway.  And the diving show is amazing!  It was at least a 10 minute show and they did it every 20 minutes.  If you haven't been there in a while you should really go!  (Okay I should really be in Advertising):) TAH-TAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3659388998645870133?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3659388998645870133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3659388998645870133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3659388998645870133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3659388998645870133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo-and-zuri.html' title='Zoo and Zuri'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TA8KEFEgbPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/sMIcVmJTGms/s72-c/img_2807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-4125166221976783835</id><published>2010-06-03T18:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:14:09.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>... We've just been havin fun and enjoying summer. This lil cutie is such a big girl. She helps me out all of the time and loves to do laundry and dust with me. She is jabbering like a teenager already. I seriously can't believe how much she talks. She's starting to say a lot of sentences which is really funny because she's such a little thing but has a huge personality. It's a good and bad thing ha! She's always saying, "Whacha doin guys?" lol funny girl. Her hair is getting so long and fluffy. It's crazy and wild. Lately Matt and I have been going jogging together while we push her in the stroller and she always has to stop to see the horses and pet them. She calls the horses, "Sissys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQYQQ4jbI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-UaXABtHOpk/s1600/img_2764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717324309073330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQYQQ4jbI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-UaXABtHOpk/s320/img_2764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQX5rmZKI/AAAAAAAAAt4/W3GG44uoh4A/s1600/img_2763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717318247113890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQX5rmZKI/AAAAAAAAAt4/W3GG44uoh4A/s320/img_2763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQGKlIIVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/pM8lon6sKdQ/s1600/img_2762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717013545722194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQGKlIIVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/pM8lon6sKdQ/s320/img_2762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weekends ago we went camping with my family down to San Rafael.  We took our 4 wheelers and horses and went for some fun adventures!  Addi LOOOOVED the horse rides.  I don't have a pic of it on my camera but she was so cute on the horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQFUDmCLI/AAAAAAAAAto/m85Uf2W9bUY/s1600/img_2759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478716998909561010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQFUDmCLI/AAAAAAAAAto/m85Uf2W9bUY/s320/img_2759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little brother, Nate, went to prom with this cute girl.  We had fun hanging out with them and their friends before the dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQEz4vJ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zdNzqifzAkw/s1600/img_2755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478716990274086738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQEz4vJ1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/zdNzqifzAkw/s320/img_2755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're excited for the summer and hope to go boating a lot and enjoy the warm weather!  Oh and watch the NBA Finals.  SIgh, I'm already getting frustrated with the &amp;amp;%$# Lakers!!!! HATE THEM!  k bye! :)&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/8685884155846772310-4125166221976783835?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4125166221976783835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4125166221976783835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4125166221976783835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4125166221976783835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/06/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/TAhQYQQ4jbI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-UaXABtHOpk/s72-c/img_2764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-163921533465920589</id><published>2010-05-23T22:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:59:41.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I Say More?</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for Eclipse. I'm SOOOOOO excited. Matt secretly (not so secret to me) loves these movies. Don't tell him I said that (He never reads this anyway). He has watched the trailer for Eclipse with me a gadzillion times. I spent a half an hour telling him all about what Eclipse is about and then when I was finished he wanted to know about Breaking Dawn. I'm trying to get him to read the books. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now This....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/6f2Rhu1Ne8Ws3ow5n8wHYCzKXAwqX*qKhUv2iDMx-8PqVW6BcznmBdyKiZsk6I3E2nnxkUCvSwwBDVpqwXfw1krG3WSidhmY/TheCullenFamilyBreakingDawn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 737px; height: 552px;" src="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/6f2Rhu1Ne8Ws3ow5n8wHYCzKXAwqX*qKhUv2iDMx-8PqVW6BcznmBdyKiZsk6I3E2nnxkUCvSwwBDVpqwXfw1krG3WSidhmY/TheCullenFamilyBreakingDawn1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Wow.  That is one AMAZING family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-163921533465920589?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/163921533465920589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=163921533465920589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/163921533465920589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/163921533465920589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I Say More?'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-5721290615103761728</id><published>2010-05-10T22:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:19:42.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest.</title><content type='html'>Or you could call this post random.  It's probably both honest and random and we'll see if it ends up being short or long.&lt;br /&gt;I love being a member of the LDS church.  But sometimes I don't like the stereotypes that come along with it.  Like yesterday at church, I swear everyone was asking me when I'm going to have another baby.  Serious?  I feel like I still have a baby.  I know, I know, I should be spacing them out every two years like everyone else, but I'M NOT READY!!!  Can't I enjoy just having one?  Sometimes I feel selfish because I don't want all the work that comes along with another one.  I DO want another one, just not NOW!  &lt;br /&gt;I have bad habits.  I love Diet Coke.  People tell me I'm setting a bad example for Addi.  I know I need to stop drinking it.  I don't want her drinking soda pop.  It's sooooooo bad for you.  I want her to be healthy, unlike me :(  I also have a horrible habit that whenever I get up in the night to give her a bottle, I get into my stash of chocolate and eat a bunch at 2 am, or 4 am or whenever, even multiple times a night.  It rots my teeth and clogs my arteries as I go back to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another problem.  I haven't weened Addi off her bottle.  She shouldn't still be drinking a "ba-ba".  Honestly, I think it's harder for me than for her.  I don't want to face the fact that my baby is not a baby anymore.  See?  I have issues.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book called, "Ere His Floods of Anger Flow".  It is INCREDIBLE.  SO GOOD!!  It makes me realize how horrible our world is becoming.  Sometimes at night I lay awake stressing about raising my family in this world.  I need to set a better example.  This book has made me realize that if we don't do the "small and simple" things like reading our scriptures, having family prayer, FHE etc, we will be unprepared to face the world ahead.  It's a good stress I feel.  &lt;br /&gt;People are so hard to read.  I wish we could all just walk around with big signs on our heads that said what our minds were thinking.  I hate when people pretend to be nice to you, but you just don't believe they're genuine.  I wish jealousy didn't exist.  We all get too caught up in being better than the next person that we look past what we have in common with one another.  We lose out on the bonding and the fun we could have with each other because of our pride and jealousy.  What a wasted emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I love reality TV.  I'm trying not to watch as much as I used to.  I get a little obsessed.  I love DWTS.  Esp Erin and Maks.  The other night I youtubed them and their intvws together.  I secretly hope they're dating and have a romance.  I even had a dream about the two of them last night (don't worry it was G-rated).  A little obsessed you think?  Why do I care?  IDK.&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with the Spazzy Jazz.  They didn't even show up against the Lakers.  That's all I'm going to say about them.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a post.  But hey!  I feel better now that I got some things off my chest!  Oh and I have one more thing to say,  I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER!  There.  I said it. I'm officially retarded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5721290615103761728?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5721290615103761728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5721290615103761728' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5721290615103761728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5721290615103761728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/05/honest.html' title='Honest.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2014189900211372022</id><published>2010-04-27T22:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:22:48.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE...........</title><content type='html'>Dancing With The Star's Erin Andrews and Maks. They are my all-time fave. I hope they take the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Erin-Andrews-Maksim-Chmerkovskiy-DWTS-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 474px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Erin-Andrews-Maksim-Chmerkovskiy-DWTS-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting my toe nails summer colors!!  I Love Summertime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpC5nCPS_0Q/SSBjenceOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ReqkMuEaKMM/s400/OPI+copy%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpC5nCPS_0Q/SSBjenceOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ReqkMuEaKMM/s400/OPI+copy%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhhh, I bought these yesterday and they are all gone.  What's even worse?  I ate all but like 5 of them.  Soooo tasty! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://ssl101.webhosting.optonline.net/peachsamericanfoods.com/merchantmanager/images/uploads/oreosdoublestuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 465px; height: 350px;" src="https://ssl101.webhosting.optonline.net/peachsamericanfoods.com/merchantmanager/images/uploads/oreosdoublestuf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOO UTAH JAZZ!!! LOVE YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4Fo_GlfJs8/SXdGqrAbLcI/AAAAAAAABzE/DFbs2O6Mhpc/s400/utah+jazz+jump+on+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f4Fo_GlfJs8/SXdGqrAbLcI/AAAAAAAABzE/DFbs2O6Mhpc/s400/utah+jazz+jump+on+it.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.  Like anyone who knows me doesn't know this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/BEN/AB11730V~Girl-Talk-Shopping-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 401px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/BEN/AB11730V~Girl-Talk-Shopping-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these two.  They are my whole world.  Even if she squirms and fights ya for a simple pic.  She makes me laugh.  He makes me smile.  They both make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S9e3zomxMHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TYNRMFDmZYQ/s1600/img_2754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S9e3zomxMHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TYNRMFDmZYQ/s320/img_2754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465038770538623090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2014189900211372022?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2014189900211372022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2014189900211372022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2014189900211372022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2014189900211372022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love.html' title='I LOVE...........'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OpC5nCPS_0Q/SSBjenceOCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ReqkMuEaKMM/s72-c/OPI+copy%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-7483839268023127152</id><published>2010-04-20T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:47:54.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday was a milestone...</title><content type='html'>It was Addi's first day of nursery. I thought it would be a nightmare. It wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;She was kind of nervous and scared at first.&lt;br /&gt;She did good for a while so I left. It lasted about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that's better than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny to watch her just stare at all the crazy kids in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;She liked it!&lt;br /&gt;I think she was really entertained just to stand and watch all the kids throw things at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time she'll join in.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end she was playing happily with one of the little girls.&lt;br /&gt;It will take time for her to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so good for her to interact with other kids. I'm grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8298AtVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/zyPoKiMxRYc/s1600/img_2749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462230761750210434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8298AtVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/zyPoKiMxRYc/s320/img_2749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get her to take a picture before nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8297ZXAJHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/a1MrnytO6Tg/s1600/img_2751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462230751187575922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8297ZXAJHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/a1MrnytO6Tg/s320/img_2751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a little bit better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8296yQ7RTI/AAAAAAAAArw/fKHQKnH4c44/s1600/img_2752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462230740693108018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8296yQ7RTI/AAAAAAAAArw/fKHQKnH4c44/s320/img_2752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying different hairdos, and I liked this one. It lasted about 5 minutes. LOL gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8298lNXEzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/O8sC6iNAFo8/s1600/img_2748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462230771548230450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8298lNXEzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/O8sC6iNAFo8/s320/img_2748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-7483839268023127152?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/7483839268023127152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=7483839268023127152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7483839268023127152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7483839268023127152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-was-milestone.html' title='Sunday was a milestone...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8298AtVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/zyPoKiMxRYc/s72-c/img_2749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5573501568319188078</id><published>2010-04-11T20:56:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:18:43.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earthquake-Shake in Mexico</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday we were driving through Mexicali, which is just South of the border, heading down to San Felipe for a vacation. When we got to the house, we received a call from my grandpa informing us there was an earthquake just barely in Mexicali. It was a 7.2 and had destroyed a lot of homes and killed a few people. The neighbor next door to our house in Mexico said that as we were unloading our luggage he was in his house and his TV fell over and his house was shaking. We really didn't feel a thing. We were really blessed with safety and protection. Addi got sick on Sunday and had a fever for a couple of days. Besides that, we had a really fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Addi the night before Easter in our hotel room in Yuma, AZ. She got 3 easter dresses, the two on the left are from Grandma Kathy and the one on the right my sister made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KYs4tHspI/AAAAAAAAApo/3hX_ghl50SY/s1600/img_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459093595229762194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KYs4tHspI/AAAAAAAAApo/3hX_ghl50SY/s320/img_2692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KYsWgdH4I/AAAAAAAAApg/bsd3Su8xHTI/s1600/img_2689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459093586049834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KYsWgdH4I/AAAAAAAAApg/bsd3Su8xHTI/s320/img_2689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Easter after we had unpacked and got settled in Mexico. My mom made a Passover Dinner and had a cute little description of everything they eat at the passover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KYtTTkNsI/AAAAAAAAApw/R_Y59rlMLeE/s1600/img_2693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459093602370336450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KYtTTkNsI/AAAAAAAAApw/R_Y59rlMLeE/s320/img_2693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night Matt's mom Chris and I made dinner with Addi's help, of course. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KaFU5raHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-AZlzLkarGw/s1600/img_2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459095114627115122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KaFU5raHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-AZlzLkarGw/s320/img_2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KZw8ZR4wI/AAAAAAAAAp4/POIJXHvnmes/s1600/img_2699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459094764451390210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KZw8ZR4wI/AAAAAAAAAp4/POIJXHvnmes/s320/img_2699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Addi into town that day, and she was so sick we bought her a hat and she was knocked out for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KZxyCV0NI/AAAAAAAAAqI/f4aBdTzSKQM/s1600/img_2696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459094778850693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KZxyCV0NI/AAAAAAAAAqI/f4aBdTzSKQM/s320/img_2696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view from the balcony in our room. The sand was perfect. The water was still a little too cool for me to take a dip in. Matt did go body surfing in it, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KZxcSxi1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/HceJ0ROvBbI/s1600/img_2697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459094773014039378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KZxcSxi1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/HceJ0ROvBbI/s320/img_2697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday we went to a place called "Shell Beach". It was soooooo windy. (Hence our messy hair) But it was really fun to find all kinds of different sea shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KaGFJjh6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/OgfWqC4u3cM/s1600/img_2704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459095127578609570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KaGFJjh6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/OgfWqC4u3cM/s320/img_2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we went to a place where the Oldest and Largest cactus in the world lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KaGsLh4pI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zjoI2mxpP38/s1600/img_2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459095138055873170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KaGsLh4pI/AAAAAAAAAqg/zjoI2mxpP38/s320/img_2705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we parked the truck by the cactus, and this weird lady walks over to us and in a soft voice says, "Your truck is parked on the cactus' roots and it makes the cactus cry." We're like you're a psycho path lady! She was dead serious. I don't understand some people LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KcNAqoRHI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VKXylqWuPuI/s1600/img_2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459097445657494642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KcNAqoRHI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VKXylqWuPuI/s320/img_2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wonderful cute sis Reb and Addi. She flew in from Arkansas to come with us! We missed Nick, but he had school and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KcMToWE-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/R_nc4OLEuQk/s1600/img_2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459097433568318434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KcMToWE-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/R_nc4OLEuQk/s320/img_2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the days we went to a local eatery for lunch.  They brought out Oysters and Clams for an appetizer.  We had to get a picture of someone actually eating them.  I honestly don't know how people can eat those disgusting creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KcNxM5ZrI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UWP0jYie9Ms/s1600/img_2710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459097458686125746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KcNxM5ZrI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UWP0jYie9Ms/s320/img_2710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this was another day at an outside eatery.  Matt loves their coconut shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8Kd1VIYr9I/AAAAAAAAArg/L-vC867JrNE/s1600/img_2720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459099237857406930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8Kd1VIYr9I/AAAAAAAAArg/L-vC867JrNE/s320/img_2720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shopping down town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8Kd0z0BU4I/AAAAAAAAArY/tvSc_g8NhwI/s1600/img_2718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459099228913619842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8Kd0z0BU4I/AAAAAAAAArY/tvSc_g8NhwI/s320/img_2718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KdUZLVUgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MTCWWACndK0/s1600/img_2714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459098672007827970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KdUZLVUgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MTCWWACndK0/s320/img_2714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a view of part of the city.  Obviously the wind was blowing pretty hard, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KdTrAigFI/AAAAAAAAArI/IOOmSopZsqM/s1600/img_2713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459098659614523474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KdTrAigFI/AAAAAAAAArI/IOOmSopZsqM/s320/img_2713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think I have met anyone who loves to shop more than Chris (besides myself of course).  And we got pretty good at bargaining! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KdTJOOh9I/AAAAAAAAArA/GmWSQaeVaE0/s1600/img_2712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459098650545129426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KdTJOOh9I/AAAAAAAAArA/GmWSQaeVaE0/s320/img_2712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, although there was way too much wind.  It was such a nice break to get away from this nasty weather!  I'm so glad my grandparents have that house down there for us to use and enjoy.  They are the best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5573501568319188078?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5573501568319188078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5573501568319188078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5573501568319188078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5573501568319188078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/04/earthquake-shake-in-mexico.html' title='The Earthquake-Shake in Mexico'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S8KYs4tHspI/AAAAAAAAApo/3hX_ghl50SY/s72-c/img_2692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3258220131609693720</id><published>2010-03-30T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:04:43.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time...</title><content type='html'>This little girl is growing up way too fast. I can't snap enough pictures of her because she's always growing. It's so fun now that her hair is long to try different hairstyles (although she screams when i do), and she is really developing a strong personality. She's stubborn, she's cuddley, she's a girl to the heart, she's really funny, and she talks A LOT. I took her to the doctor a couple weeks ago, and he couldn't believe how much she talks. He said her vocabulary is huge for her age. She must have her dad's smarts! (let's hope!) Last week my mom and dad were on vacation visiting my sister and so I had the whole week off of work. By Thursday, Addi and I were pretty bored so we did a little photo shoot. Ha, I'm not any good, but it was fun to dress her up and play around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Monkey Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K66B70Y_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/KYiVKCZ2QRc/s1600/img_2683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627604813603826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K66B70Y_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/KYiVKCZ2QRc/s320/img_2683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K65kzWjHI/AAAAAAAAApI/vufHVMBaHuY/s1600/img_2682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627596993465458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K65kzWjHI/AAAAAAAAApI/vufHVMBaHuY/s320/img_2682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her snuggley bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K6l3X3flI/AAAAAAAAApA/O2nYqmfmD-E/s1600/img_2680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627258381074002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K6l3X3flI/AAAAAAAAApA/O2nYqmfmD-E/s320/img_2680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K6lbr7VmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_l6BibpGqGg/s1600/img_2679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627250949019234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K6lbr7VmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/_l6BibpGqGg/s320/img_2679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was just a random morning, I was getting ready and she was playing with my headband thingy.  Her smile looks EXACTLY like my dad's smile when he was a kid.  I have my dad's mouth and so does Addi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K6klbzscI/AAAAAAAAAow/5Z9IjZ3Pbvo/s1600/img_2676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627236385894850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K6klbzscI/AAAAAAAAAow/5Z9IjZ3Pbvo/s320/img_2676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before church on Sunday.  I should have took a pic of the back of her hair, it was so cute!  I love her natural curls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K67PctuDI/AAAAAAAAApY/FTMUBX7jT5g/s1600/img_2684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627625621108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K67PctuDI/AAAAAAAAApY/FTMUBX7jT5g/s320/img_2684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3258220131609693720?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3258220131609693720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3258220131609693720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3258220131609693720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3258220131609693720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S7K66B70Y_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/KYiVKCZ2QRc/s72-c/img_2683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3287527841946898776</id><published>2010-03-23T20:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:43:50.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE the JAZZ. P.S. Wesley Matthews you are my hero.</title><content type='html'>So Matt got two Jazz Tix from his work. So he told me a few weeks ago to get work off for that Monday. He didn't tell me why but just said he had a surprise. As soon as he said that I checked the Jazz game schedule and saw that they were playing. i secretly hoped that that would be the surprise. So a couple days before the "surprise", I was in on our bed reading and he came in with the camcorder. I was like, "What the crap." He handed me an envelope and it had the two Jazz tix in it. I was so excited and then he took me out to the computer and showed me where our seats are, and they were on second row on the floor! I started jumping up and down screaming. Yeah, I am a little obsessed with the Jazz. And all of this was on camera of course. Haha. The game was amazing. We were a part of the "100 Club" where you get to go early and eat dinner, and then watch the Jazz warm up earlier. At half time you get to go back and get soft drinks, popcorn, nachos etc. Not to mention you can smell the sweat right there since you're so close... YEAH! My sister called me at half time and was like, "Have any of the players fallen on you yet?", which they hadn't. But in the 3rd quarter one of the other team's players fell right on me! I started screaming like a little junior high girl. Pretty sweet. Aaaawww it was awesome. Afterwards, Wesley Matthews came out to interview and I got his autograph on my Jazz pink jersey and a pic with him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5sNH4lRI/AAAAAAAAAok/MlFOOpbrgCg/s1600-h/img_2671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452022624252630290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5sNH4lRI/AAAAAAAAAok/MlFOOpbrgCg/s400/img_2671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my ugly double chin here. Yeah I look nast, but he's a cutie!! Matt kept teasing me and saying, "don't forget you're married." Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5rfTMc5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/fg1ilbbg3d0/s1600-h/img_2672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452022611952038802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5rfTMc5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/fg1ilbbg3d0/s400/img_2672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5cZzOnXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/TVaCIDgG3rU/s1600-h/img_2634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452022352777747826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5cZzOnXI/AAAAAAAAAoU/TVaCIDgG3rU/s400/img_2634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5b1aTWwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7RG4h6I8Er0/s1600-h/img_2631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452022343009524482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5b1aTWwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7RG4h6I8Er0/s400/img_2631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5bHqoVoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/WRCwlqCiyHk/s1600-h/img_2625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452022330729977474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5bHqoVoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/WRCwlqCiyHk/s400/img_2625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Matt!  Putting up with that crap-hole place of a job was worth it, right? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3287527841946898776?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3287527841946898776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3287527841946898776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3287527841946898776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3287527841946898776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-jazz-ps-wesley-matthews-you-are.html' title='I LOVE the JAZZ. P.S. Wesley Matthews you are my hero.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S6l5sNH4lRI/AAAAAAAAAok/MlFOOpbrgCg/s72-c/img_2671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-7781545360768425701</id><published>2010-03-19T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:58:17.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got our tax returns back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I decided to spoil myself with....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..............................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-idol-white.com/images/crest-white-strips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.go-idol-white.com/images/crest-white-strips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*Tada*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~Yes, we are high rollers!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(um, maybe a little poor?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My pearly yellows are getting just a little tooooo &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My brother, Nate, is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obsessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with white teeth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He ordered this "free trial" of Celebrity Bleaching Kit from online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was supposed to be free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today my mom's account was charged $150. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is a monthly charge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's not happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a $10 off coupon for my whitening strips.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;coupons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-7781545360768425701?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/7781545360768425701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=7781545360768425701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7781545360768425701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7781545360768425701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-got-our-tax-returns-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-5939220088713998569</id><published>2010-03-12T14:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:19:04.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Trip to Sunny St. Georgey</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned i LOVE St George? Especially in the dreary winter months, it's so great to drive a few hours south and end up in such a beautiful sunny place. I swear if I could live there, I totally would. Hate. The. Cold. My grandparents had been down there for over a week and were getting bored, so they called us up (my family and us) to come visit for a few days. Addi pretty much hated the drive. She didn't sleep well at night. She never took a nap. I learned that vacations are more stressful than regular life when you have young kids. I was completely stressed out the whole time. Addi is so strong into her routine, that she gets so out-of-whack when she gets off of it. However, looking back, I realize I had a great time, despite the pulling-my-hair-out part. On Friday we drove to Mesquite for their "all you can eat seafood". My grandpa could eat there everynight. It's so funny to watch him go down on the crab legs. Me, not so much. Like it, but don't love it. When we got home we got in the hot tub and soaked our fat-seafood-filled bodies. haha.&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents have never been to Zion's before, so on Saturday we drove there and did a couple of short hikes. My family is huge into hiking, but both of my grandparents have bad knees plus we had Addi, so we just "strolled" up a couple of shorter ones.&lt;br /&gt;Addi-gator with "Mama" and "Bamp", as she says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q70nze-fI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jE8_6uRqosM/s1600-h/img_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447873211970550258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q70nze-fI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jE8_6uRqosM/s320/img_2601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking up the trail, slowly, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q70AGKOUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1CfgkEgsd_4/s1600-h/img_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447873201311463746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q70AGKOUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1CfgkEgsd_4/s320/img_2600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is called "Weeping Rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q7zuCMvDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aZm5KQRmm3Y/s1600-h/img_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447873196463012914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q7zuCMvDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aZm5KQRmm3Y/s320/img_2598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q8ODHUYfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/2aeZCxKwP6A/s1600-h/img_2609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447873648798228978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q8ODHUYfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/2aeZCxKwP6A/s320/img_2609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was an overview of all of Zion's.  It was absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q8NrJYYhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9Aoxy-C_LE0/s1600-h/img_2608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447873642364428818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q8NrJYYhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9Aoxy-C_LE0/s320/img_2608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um, can we say Cheezer?? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q8NHilkgI/AAAAAAAAAns/1fdGa1DMQx4/s1600-h/img_2603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447873632806474242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q8NHilkgI/AAAAAAAAAns/1fdGa1DMQx4/s320/img_2603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later on that night, we went and had dinner with our in-laws, Scott and Kellee and their two kids.  Kellee made us a delicious dinner; we had a fun time visiting since we don't see them much.  Addi had a lot of fun with Lexi and Kyle, even if she did take their toys away from them :(  (We are trying to teach her the meaning of "sharing", but it's so hard when they're so little)&lt;br /&gt;THANKS G&amp;G AND MOM AND DAD FOR INVITING US!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5939220088713998569?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5939220088713998569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5939220088713998569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5939220088713998569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5939220088713998569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-trip-to-sunny-st-georgey.html' title='Quick Trip to Sunny St. Georgey'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S5q70nze-fI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jE8_6uRqosM/s72-c/img_2601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5845893122739393299</id><published>2010-03-03T15:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:49:16.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaring Fun at the Dinosaur Museum</title><content type='html'>Last Friday after Matt got home from work, we took Addi to the Thanksgiving Point Dinosaur Museum. I had never been before, and Matt said it was pretty cool and we wanted to get out of the house for the night! It is definately kid oriented and they have so many fun activiites for little kids. Addi was too little to do most of them, but she really loved looking at the dinosaurs and walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a type of sea animal that existed back then... it is so creepy! I would hate to be swimming in the ocean and see this freakin thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kxejeHjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Av39yFuSCco/s1600-h/img_2584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444540538204069426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kxejeHjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Av39yFuSCco/s320/img_2584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... don't know what this is?? ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kpgI2rtI/AAAAAAAAAnA/eSr8lZVwiR4/s1600-h/img_2585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444540401190350546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kpgI2rtI/AAAAAAAAAnA/eSr8lZVwiR4/s320/img_2585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a long neck, and boy their necks were a lot longer than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kpCpvxjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/1Q-U2K7kFtA/s1600-h/img_2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444540393275246130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kpCpvxjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/1Q-U2K7kFtA/s320/img_2589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi and her friend, triceratop (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kXnM2srI/AAAAAAAAAmo/r5d-QQqGojc/s1600-h/img_2593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444540093848531634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kXnM2srI/AAAAAAAAAmo/r5d-QQqGojc/s320/img_2593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shark was freakin AWESOME!!! I wanted to jump inside his mouth and pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kImAfruI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vGYMpqT_6zU/s1600-h/img_2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444539835830218466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kImAfruI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vGYMpqT_6zU/s320/img_2594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a marvelous time.  Afterwards, we went to Wingers for dinner.  If you're thinking about doing their 2 for $16 dinner thing, SO NASTY!  Don't do it.  I got a pasta and it was so watered down and there was like one piece of chicken.  But I love their Asphalt Pie even if it does go straight to my Asphalt pie, if ya know what I mean :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5845893122739393299?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5845893122739393299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5845893122739393299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5845893122739393299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5845893122739393299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/03/roaring-fun-at-dinosaur-museum.html' title='Roaring Fun at the Dinosaur Museum'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S47kxejeHjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Av39yFuSCco/s72-c/img_2584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-4270542269236297702</id><published>2010-02-26T15:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:43:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grown-Up Dancing Girl</title><content type='html'>Addi has been sick for the past week with a cold and two ear infections. It has been miserable!! The only two things that would calm her down from crying were taking her for a loooong car ride and putting on music videos on youtube. That was probably her favorite thing to do while she was sick, and now she is in the habit of, every day, watching either Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, or Carrie Underwood music videos. Even while she was sick, she would stand up and do her "bouncey-dance" to the music. Now she has become a little bit obsessed with this tu-tu. She likes to wear it over her pajamas at night (so funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S4hMvIep51I/AAAAAAAAAmY/d8yb6c7jff0/s1600-h/img_2583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442684522290866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S4hMvIep51I/AAAAAAAAAmY/d8yb6c7jff0/s320/img_2583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S4hMuf8s7_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eUyNJ74fVhg/s1600-h/img_2582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442684511411040242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S4hMuf8s7_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eUyNJ74fVhg/s320/img_2582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big she is getting.  Last night when I went in to check on her after she had fallen asleep, I looked at her laying down and it looked like she had all of the sudden got even bigger.  It's such a fun age to see her developing so many skills.  She LOVES to talk all the time.  These are some of the things she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gecka= Becka &lt;br /&gt;Sess= Janessa&lt;br /&gt;Nat= Nate (she screams this through my parents whole house trying to find him)&lt;br /&gt;Bamp= Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Mama= Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Soos= Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Belly&lt;br /&gt;Ba-Ba= Bottle (yes I still have her on a bottle, I know I need to get her off of it)&lt;br /&gt;Bath&lt;br /&gt;Caw= Car&lt;br /&gt;Go, Okay, No, Yes, Yeah, Night Night, Hi, Bye, Ma, Dad&lt;br /&gt;Co= Coat&lt;br /&gt;I Vuva= I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to be asked where her belly is and not only show you hers, but try to lift up your shirt to find yours.  It's really funny when she tries to lift up my moms shirt and show everyone.  What a Pill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4270542269236297702?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4270542269236297702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4270542269236297702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4270542269236297702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4270542269236297702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-grown-up-dancing-girl.html' title='My Grown-Up Dancing Girl'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S4hMvIep51I/AAAAAAAAAmY/d8yb6c7jff0/s72-c/img_2583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5177004473147097407</id><published>2010-02-19T21:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:34:23.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breanna Bo-Nanna-Nanna</title><content type='html'>My super fun, former mission companion, Breanna came down from Canada this week and stayed with us! Her and her husband came down for a road trip to visit her grandma in Vegas and spent the night at our house on the way back. It was SO good to see her. She is honestly the most upbeat and positive person I know. Seriously. I remember on our mission when people were so rude to us and would cuss us out, she'd just smile and wish them a good day. She always assumes and sees the best in everyone. And she doesn't do it in an annoying way. Ya know what i mean? Sometimes I get so bugged when people are too happy and never get sad. It's just annoying. But she's not like that. Anyway, enough about that. So they wanted to try a good American meal, so we went to the Texas Roadhouse with another mission companion of ours and her husband. My sister was so sweet to come over and watch Addi so we wouldn't have to sit through a meal of her throwing everything on the floor (p.s. we went to Rodizio Grill a little bit ago with my family, she threw her menu on the floor, the waiter who was carrying a huge knife slipped on her menu and almost sliced himself to death, hence my sister coming over to watch her). If you haven't been to Texas Roadhouse, it's time you go. AMAZING! We had a great time of catching up, looking at pictures, laughing about the stupid things we did when we were companions etc. It was a delight!&lt;br /&gt;Her and I after a lot of eating, eating, and more eating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S39nEphtjmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/q1D6AIEAc_8/s1600-h/img_2579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440180204451237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S39nEphtjmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/q1D6AIEAc_8/s320/img_2579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I sewed a little jacket and skirt for miss addi.  This was a little bit more complicated than the dress, but it really was a lot of fun.  It's nice to have something to look forward to doing everyday.  And now I really can sew on buttons for Matt!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S39nDxKK_EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/1SAleQBIUAM/s1600-h/img_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440180189320117314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S39nDxKK_EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/1SAleQBIUAM/s320/img_2576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5177004473147097407?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5177004473147097407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5177004473147097407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5177004473147097407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5177004473147097407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/02/breanna-bo-nanna-nanna.html' title='Breanna Bo-Nanna-Nanna'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S39nEphtjmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/q1D6AIEAc_8/s72-c/img_2579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5534890663564507697</id><published>2010-02-03T09:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:27:41.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged: 10 Items You Just Can't Buy Generic</title><content type='html'>I have to say I'm totally not against generic items, but in my opinion, there are some things that it's worth it to pay a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Downy Fabric Softener (I don't care what kind of detergent I use, just the fabric softener)&lt;br /&gt;2. Listerine (currently using a generic, NASTY!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tillamook Cheese &lt;br /&gt;4. All hair products (I prefer to use salon kind)&lt;br /&gt;5. Yoplait&lt;br /&gt;6. Theraflu &lt;br /&gt;7. Crisco&lt;br /&gt;8. Q-Tips&lt;br /&gt;9. Huggies (the wal-mart kind gave Addi a rash)&lt;br /&gt;10. Puffs tissues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to add that some things I would pick generic over the name brand, a few of them include:&lt;br /&gt;1. Target's paper towels (they are thick and have pretty designs)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dusting spray from the dollar store&lt;br /&gt;3. Costco's baby wipes&lt;br /&gt;4. Target's Market Pantry Juices&lt;br /&gt;5. Canned goods from any generic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I tag Diana, Kira, and Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5534890663564507697?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5534890663564507697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5534890663564507697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5534890663564507697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5534890663564507697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/02/tagged-10-items-you-just-cant-buy.html' title='Tagged: 10 Items You Just Can&apos;t Buy Generic'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-2348653126086178423</id><published>2010-01-24T21:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:30:37.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S10dza4Xb_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/E2B8to2ZXQM/s1600-h/img_2573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430529494904958962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S10dza4Xb_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/E2B8to2ZXQM/s320/img_2573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sewing with my mom.  My sister is always inspiring me by her sewing skills and I decided I wanted to be a little more crafty.  My mom helped me with the pattern, since patterns are seriously so hard to follow!  But I am actually pretty happy with the way it turned out.  And I had a lot of fun!  I'm going to make her a cute jacket next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2348653126086178423?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2348653126086178423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2348653126086178423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2348653126086178423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2348653126086178423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-ive-been-up-to-lately.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to lately...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S10dza4Xb_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/E2B8to2ZXQM/s72-c/img_2573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-1290501758326002879</id><published>2010-01-07T21:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:22:17.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I miss you Diet Coke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0awi_kAEnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oraLHkx03ys/s1600-h/img_2551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0awi_kAEnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oraLHkx03ys/s320/img_2551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424216916438815346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, what a pathetic thing to blog about.  For those who know me well, I am a diet coke addict.  Yes, ridiculous, but true.  Blame Salon Vox for getting me started.  If it weren't for all those "coke runs" we went on every flipping day, maybe I wouldn't be so bad off.  Haha.  Well, I decided as a new years resolution I would give it up.  Cold turkey.  I usually think new years resolutions are lame, I mean, come on, no one ever sticks to them, then you feel bad because you didn't follow through with the goals.  But I've been reading stuff about Aspartame and how bad it is for you, and now that Addi is getting older, she's wanting to sip out of my drink, and I really don't want her drinking soda.  Matt is always hounding me (in a good way) to give it up, and well, I guess it finally got to me.  I know you're reading this thinking, "Tara, it's just a drink, how hard can it be to stop?"  A lot harder than I thought, apparently.  Besides the blood-pounding headaches everyday that I expected, I feel irritable, moody, and I get so light-headed that sometimes I feel like I'm floating.  I had no idea I was that addicted.  Everytime a commercial comes on t.v. for coke my mouth starts to water and it takes everything I have to not get off the couch and run to the gas station.  I suppose it will be worth it someday?  Let me just say that water is so boring.  BLAH.  I'm so sick of drinking water.  I know it's good for you and yada yada yada... but seriously it's so tasteless.  For now, Adios from the addict.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-1290501758326002879?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/1290501758326002879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=1290501758326002879' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1290501758326002879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1290501758326002879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps-i-miss-you-diet-coke.html' title='P.S. I miss you Diet Coke.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0awi_kAEnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oraLHkx03ys/s72-c/img_2551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8052628703083035270</id><published>2010-01-07T20:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:10:57.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Family Time</title><content type='html'>Seriuosly. Family rocks. While my sister and her hubby were in town, we had so much fun. I love playing games and just chilling with them. One of my favorite things is to hang out in jammies and comfy clothes, watch some Jazz action, and play a few games. Oh and of course CHOC.O.LATE. That always adds to the joy. I'll post a few pics of our fun Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddi and Addi opening presents Christmas morn. She enjoyed opening gifts at first, then she was tired of it and lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au27zx2OI/AAAAAAAAAlA/y8tGfOS46Rk/s1600-h/img_2515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424215060005378274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au27zx2OI/AAAAAAAAAlA/y8tGfOS46Rk/s320/img_2515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening a Kitchen Aid from my madre and pops. I think this was a hint from my mom to start cooking for my family. I will put it to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au4us6VXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TCo5FhfRuIY/s1600-h/img_2546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424215090846651762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au4us6VXI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TCo5FhfRuIY/s320/img_2546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi riding her "Pooh Mobile" from Grammy and Grampy Frandsen. Now she really loves to go over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au4FNc8lI/AAAAAAAAAlY/wmGygeIo-0E/s1600-h/img_2542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424215079708848722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au4FNc8lI/AAAAAAAAAlY/wmGygeIo-0E/s320/img_2542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi opening her gift from Grandma and Grandpa Ivers. She LOVED this ball bopper! She can't stop playing with it. What a great present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au33l5_AI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jLpS9Ug6aIk/s1600-h/img_2538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424215076053318658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au33l5_AI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jLpS9Ug6aIk/s320/img_2538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt looking so anxious to open another gift from his mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au3RXkZiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/XMG-YBptro4/s1600-h/img_2533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424215065792636450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au3RXkZiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/XMG-YBptro4/s320/img_2533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though presents aren't the most important thing at Christmas time, we sure do love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8052628703083035270?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8052628703083035270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8052628703083035270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8052628703083035270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8052628703083035270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-heart-family-time.html' title='I Heart Family Time'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/S0au27zx2OI/AAAAAAAAAlA/y8tGfOS46Rk/s72-c/img_2515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-7374380708783075216</id><published>2009-12-21T21:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:34:51.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season to be Jolly...</title><content type='html'>&lt; &lt;div&gt;Christmas has been amazing this year. My sister and her husband flew in for the Holidays and we have had so much fun! We went and saw New Moon (don't ask how many times I've seen it), saw Blind Side, went to some good eatin' places, did a session at the Salt Lake Temple, saw the lights at Temple Square, watched some Jazz games, went shopping, played with Addi, and there is more to come! American Fork has recently had some tasty eating places open. In N Out just opened, which is Matt and I's all time fave hamburger place, and we got a Rodizio Grill! I have never been and since Matt and my brother both served in Brazil, my dad is going to take us all there on Wednesday! Have I mentioned I love to eat out? LOL. I love spending time with the family esp during the holidays! And the treats... Oh boy I won't be getting on the scale anytime soon! How I love my chocolate. Last Friday night we had the Ivers' Family Party at the Spaghetti Factory and saw the lights at Temple Square. It was kind of a nightmare trying to get to Temple Square since Trax had an accident and we had to try to find the right bus to take us there... It was a late night. But we all had a bundle of fun anyway! One of the highlights of the night was Addi got to see Santa Claus for the first time! And she didn't even scream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH4GAWorI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GWsxbFaeBfs/s1600-h/img_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417909380737049266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH4GAWorI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GWsxbFaeBfs/s320/img_2504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A little somber, but that's better than screaming!  Side note: Personally, I think Santa looked like a serial killer.  Just saying.  &lt;br /&gt;Our Frandsen Christmas Party was tonight and boy she did NOT like Santa! She screamed and squirmed and wiggled her way out of his lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBIKGfbetI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gGqu6sp2ko4/s1600-h/img_2509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417909690105035474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBIKGfbetI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gGqu6sp2ko4/s320/img_2509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calming down after the "Santa ordeal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBIJqYfbwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/2-cI9mTMoeY/s1600-h/img_2506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417909682559741698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBIJqYfbwI/AAAAAAAAAj8/2-cI9mTMoeY/s320/img_2506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we made over 20 food boxes for people who don't have food. There is a trailer park in my Grandma's stake, so we delivered food to them. A couple of weeks ago, the Relief Society president went over to see if they needed food. The mother was still nursing her 4 year old because they didn't have any food to feed her. Her younger boy has one boiled egg a day to live on. I can't believe that people right her in our own town don't have food! It makes me feel so grateful for full cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;My sis is LOVING spending time with Addi while she's in town. I think Addi loves it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH3pcUSYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/tQtpbQsrlaU/s1600-h/img_2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417909373069707650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH3pcUSYI/AAAAAAAAAjc/tQtpbQsrlaU/s320/img_2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of more random pics... Addi usually takes a while to warm up to Grandpa Ivers, but after she warms up to him... She really loves to snuggle with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH5I6nbPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/DUc_3w8Q3A0/s1600-h/img_2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417909398698159346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH5I6nbPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/DUc_3w8Q3A0/s320/img_2485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has found a new love: Her toothbrush.  Every morning she's gotta have that toothbrush.  I just hope she will always love brushing her teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH4vLs2mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qb609wbaDpo/s1600-h/img_2494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417909391790496354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH4vLs2mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qb609wbaDpo/s320/img_2494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meRrY cHriStMAs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-7374380708783075216?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/7374380708783075216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=7374380708783075216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7374380708783075216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7374380708783075216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='Tis the Season to be Jolly...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/SzBH4GAWorI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GWsxbFaeBfs/s72-c/img_2504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-412289315682395858</id><published>2009-12-08T10:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:10:52.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I know its technically past the "Give Thanks" season but it never hurts to be thankful right? Last night I was laying in bed and after I had said my prayers I was just thinking of all the things I was grateful for. It was unusual as they just came flooding through my mind, I wanted to get up and write them all down, but come on! Like I'm going to get out of my cozy bed. Which bed I am so thankful for! I was watching on the news yesterday as they were filming in Kabul, Afghanistan, all of the horrors and slums they are in. They said every single person who lives there has some sort of PTSD, and the average life expectancy age is 44 years old. Even the young kids faces look old and worn by the stresses of war and life. The drug lords rule the city and kill anyone who speaks against them. Yesterday as I was at work, although I was having a bad "sales" day, the thought of coming home to my warm and funny husband, and my outrageously cute daughter made my heart jump. The thought came to mind, "I have everything I could ever want." That was one of the moments in my life when I felt the richest I have ever been or will be. I'm thankful for big blessings and small blessings, if there is such thing as small blessings.  I'm thankful for things that really probably don't matter like cute jeans, chocolate (oh how I love you chocolate), cute winter sweaters, movies... I love that after paying just a few dollars you can go sit in a huge theater and be taken to another world of imagination and vampires.  I am thankful for Stephanie Meyers and her wonderful writing ability. LOL  But seriously, the things that I am most grateful for are Temples, tithing, family, lds.org, love, prayer, gospel in general, and family. &lt;br /&gt;Matt and I were reading a talk for family night this past week called, "Christmas doesn't come from a store", by Jeffrey R. Holland.  It's an awesome talk.  My favorite line from it is, "But first and forever there was just a little family, without toys or trees or tinsel.  With a baby- that's how Christmas began."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-412289315682395858?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/412289315682395858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=412289315682395858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/412289315682395858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/412289315682395858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-5415573059819374569</id><published>2009-12-01T15:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:28:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas time.  I love almost everything about it.  I love the smells of peppermint sticks, fresh mistletoe, vanilla bean noel lotion, all of my yummy Christmas candles.  I love all of the beautiful, glittery lights, the fresh snow falling from the sky, the delicious baked treats, homemade Christmas candies, so much to love about Christmas!  But it seems like every year I have an inward struggle with trying to stay focused on the true meaning of Christmas.  Sometimes I despise this time of year.  All of the adds, commercials, sales people advertising toys that our kids really don't need, electronics we can really do without, clothes that will just flood our closets more than they already are, gizmos and gadgets that will just clutter our homes.  Yet everyyear I seem to get so caught up in it and I feel this guilt inside of myself for focusing on "things" other than "Him".  I think Christmas time has become an excuse to be selfish for many people, myself included.  It is a time of the year where we have the excuse to whip out the credit cards and get this and that and more crap that we really don't need, or may not even really want.  It is truly a love-hate relationship.  The other day I was cleaning my Grandma's house and I saw a little Christmas decoration of the Savior when he was born in a little manger in a very humble setting.  It said, "But first and forever there was just a little family, without toys or trees or tinsel. With a baby—that's how Christmas began."  I saw that and I just kind of groaned to myself because I thought, "I did it again, I got caught up in the gifts and the stuff and the stores and got distracted."  IT IS SO HARD SOMETIMES!  What helps you stay focused?  One thing I have found that helps me is to read talks on lds.org about Christmas time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from, "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" I really like this story.&lt;br /&gt;Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit, He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it! “Pooh-Pooh to the Whos!” he was grinch-ish-ly humming. “They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming! “They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do! “Their mouths will hang open a minute or two “Then the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry Boo-Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a noise, “grinned the Grinch, “That I simply MUST hear!”So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow …&lt;br /&gt;But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!&lt;br /&gt;He stared down at Who-ville! The Grinch popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN‘T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same!&lt;br /&gt;And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?” “It came without ribbons! It came without tags! “It came without packages, boxes or bags!”&lt;br /&gt;And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas … perhaps … means a little bit more!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5415573059819374569?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5415573059819374569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5415573059819374569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5415573059819374569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5415573059819374569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-6013222333026664297</id><published>2009-11-12T11:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:23:15.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I may have a problem. Well, many obviously, but one in particular that has been stewing on my mind as of late. I LOVE eating out. Fast Food. Restaurant. All of it. Okay so I don't think restaurants are that bad since they have healthy alternatives, and I never eat all of it anyway. But I have fast food all the time. I mean like 5 or more times a week. Most of you are probably going, "GROSS!! How can she do that?" I know, I'm starting to think maybe that's a little wrong. The thing is, it takes a lot for me to get tired of eating out. Like, if I have a couple home cooked meals a week, I'm good to go. Well, since we have started budgeting, I have become aware of how much money we spend on eating out. It's ridiculous. We spend more money eating out than we do on groceries. Sad, I know. Here's the real problem. I can't seem to get a handle on it! I think maybe I'm a little addicted. Do you ever think that others have more of a nature to become addicted to things than others? If I drank alcohol or whatever, I think it would be very easy for me to become an alcoholic. It seems like it is easier for me to become addicted to things than most people. Ever seen "Confessions of a Shopaholic"? I can totally relate with her. But back to my fast food. I love the sound of an ice cold Diet Coke being filled up from the fountain machine with the ice slushing around inside. I love McDonalds crispy chicken nuggets with the golden outer layer of batter, and the tender white meat chicken. JCW's has the best cheese fries in the world and their fry dipping sauce gives me chills it's so good. Parker's thick creamy shakes with big chunks of oreos that melt in your mouth are sensational.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see, I love fast food. If you have any advice or if you feel this same way, please leave a comment. And, no, I am not pregnant, just a big fat pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: I do eat healthy a lot of the time, too. I'm not always a big fat mongrel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-6013222333026664297?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/6013222333026664297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=6013222333026664297' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6013222333026664297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6013222333026664297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-may-have-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2352231722116747129</id><published>2009-11-09T14:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:12:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty From Within</title><content type='html'>I saw this article in the Doctor's office one day and thought it was really cool. It is actually written by Audrey Hepburn. With so much influence on outward beauty nowdays, I thought this was a striking contrast to what we hear from the media etc. Of course I have to use Taylor for a couple of the pictures because I think she's the most beautiful person and I think she has a lot of inner beauty, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;"The beauty of a woman is not the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingl gives, the passion that she show. And the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years. ~Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes: &lt;/strong&gt;For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/79/265915797_fb95adea67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/79/265915797_fb95adea67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair: &lt;/strong&gt;For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khairilhusni.blogmas.com/files/2008/12/taylor-swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 512px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://khairilhusni.blogmas.com/files/2008/12/taylor-swift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lips: &lt;/strong&gt;For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SviSGM-4j-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/CNuM2Ac1hVg/s1600-h/img_2413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402228388292759522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SviSGM-4j-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/CNuM2Ac1hVg/s320/img_2413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poise: &lt;/strong&gt;For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure: &lt;/strong&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080825/taylor_swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080825/taylor_swift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2352231722116747129?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2352231722116747129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2352231722116747129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2352231722116747129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2352231722116747129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/11/beauty-from-within.html' title='Beauty From Within'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/79/265915797_fb95adea67_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-965473794882166789</id><published>2009-11-06T15:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:39:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festivities...</title><content type='html'>Our Halloween costumes didn't really go together. Matt was set on being a Pirate, I was set on being Pochahontas, and Addi was dying to be a cute little Zebra. Matt, the pirate, kidnapped me, Pochahontas, and then killed the Zebra for food. That is what I say so that our costume theme sort of went together. Halloween rocked this year. Last year I remember it was sad because Addi was in the hospital. So depressing. This year we got to take her out and have some fun! Friday night we had the Annual Ivers Halloween Party. We had yummy soups, we decorated sugar cookies, carved pumpkins, which by the way, I completely hate. I am so not artistic in that way. Matt made the cutest Treasure Hunt for all the neices and nephews. He spent so much time writing the rhymes and making it "spooky". We had a lot of fun. Halloween day we went to the Trunk-Or-Treat with my mom in her ward since she was all alone that day, then we went over to Matt's parents and went Trick-or-Treating-- for Addi you think?-- No, we took Addi to get the candy but of course it was all for us pigs! Seriously, we are so addicted to sugar and sweets. It's ridiculous. Then Matt's brother, Scott, insisted we play "Murder in the dark". haha it reminded me of grade school. We played some other games then went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun doing Matt's make-up. He he he . And I know I kind of look like a hippie but I'm supposed to be Pochahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk07xQitI/AAAAAAAAAjE/AM2pewKdkPc/s1600-h/img_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123082428517074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk07xQitI/AAAAAAAAAjE/AM2pewKdkPc/s320/img_2478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk0fTWFxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/4o5lcXViG-I/s1600-h/img_2475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123074786858770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk0fTWFxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/4o5lcXViG-I/s320/img_2475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest little Zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk0PSFjAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VESHIbfZOD4/s1600-h/img_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123070486612994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk0PSFjAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VESHIbfZOD4/s320/img_2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My madre and I posing at the church. Rockin our costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk-vYHUxI/AAAAAAAAAjM/HYrtibngVdE/s1600-h/img_2480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123250900521746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk-vYHUxI/AAAAAAAAAjM/HYrtibngVdE/s320/img_2480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... this is just random. Her latest thing is to carry things around in her mouth like a little doggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSkzqRFkZI/AAAAAAAAAis/tfEG3-hGBCg/s1600-h/img_2471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401123060550308242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSkzqRFkZI/AAAAAAAAAis/tfEG3-hGBCg/s320/img_2471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-965473794882166789?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/965473794882166789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=965473794882166789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/965473794882166789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/965473794882166789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-festivities.html' title='Halloween Festivities...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/SvSk07xQitI/AAAAAAAAAjE/AM2pewKdkPc/s72-c/img_2478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-7824784270812798447</id><published>2009-11-01T13:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:21:09.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Guilty Pleasures...</title><content type='html'>I have an addiction to perfume. I don't know what it is about perfume and smelly things, but I LOVE them all!  I'm going to be an old lady who has a bag full of old perfumes.   Everytime I'm at the mall I have to go smell the perfumes and, more often than I should, purchase one. This one by Stella McCartney is to die for. It is number one on my Christmas List. It's a nice winter smell, soft and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.99perfume.com/image/STELLA_MCCARTNEY_W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 587px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.99perfume.com/image/STELLA_MCCARTNEY_W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in love with Refuge by Charlotte Russe. When I worked there a few years ago, I got addicted. It's only 10 bucks and it smells fabulous! It's for more of a "going out" and glitzy type of smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chic.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pCHIC1-4886806t220x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://chic.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pCHIC1-4886806t220x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we got an ULTA in Utah, I have really come to love "Too Faced" cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eleven.se/files/t/too-faced-brand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.eleven.se/files/t/too-faced-brand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sin to love make-up right? More than half of it, I never wear anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been trying to be more frugal and stick to a budget, I've not got to pamper myself with these guilty pleasures so much. That is why I am blogging about it; to hope to cure my inner desires of these worldly lusts :)&lt;br /&gt;But why must they tempt me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm being random here, I will say that another guilty pleasure is Tillamook Cheese. It is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rebekahdawn.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/medium-cheddar-2lb-rbst-main_258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rebekahdawn.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/medium-cheddar-2lb-rbst-main_258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, I can afford :)  I am a cheese lover and my favorite is their Colby Jack cheese.  I always spread it on my tortillas, soups, crackers etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last guilty pleasure is Chi Smoothing Serum.  It smells delicious and smooths all my fly-aways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourkaizen.net/chihairserum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://yourkaizen.net/chihairserum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sure did a lot of advertising for these products.  Now that it is out of my system hopefully I can move on and not think about buying them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-7824784270812798447?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/7824784270812798447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=7824784270812798447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7824784270812798447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7824784270812798447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-guilty-pleasures.html' title='Some Guilty Pleasures...'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-2372908316864516558</id><published>2009-10-29T15:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:27:26.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to Arkansas!</title><content type='html'>My sister, Rebekah, and her husband, Nick, moved to Arkansas in August. Nick is going to graduate school at the University of Arkansas for a couple of years. They live in Fayetteville (yep, where the Duggars are from). So Addi and I flew out a couple of weeks ago to visit them. I was nervous about taking Addi on a plane but I talked to her Pediatritian and he gave me the okay to give her Benadryl to knock her out for the flight. I highly reccommend it!!! It's wonderful. Sure enough, by the time the plane took off she was totally out for most of the flight. AMAZING. I love drugs. LOL. So we flew into Tulsa, OK which is about an hour and a half away from Fayetteville. My sister picked us up and we set off to her new town. Well, we got so carried away with being chatter boxes and being so excited to see each other that she accidentally took the wrong exit. The thing is, we didn't realize we took the wrong exit until like a half an hour later. We didn't know where the heck we were so we used my GPS on my phone to find our way back. We were driving and driving and my sister didn't think we were going in the right direction so I looked at our destination on the GPS and it showed Fayetteville, North Carolina! Yep, I'm blonde. So who knows where the crap we were. Anyway, so I again typed in the CORRECT address and we realized at this point we were up in Missouri. Luckily Addi was still conked out from her drugs so at least she wasn't crying or anything. By this time it was pitch black outside. We were on these windy little back roads, there were hardly any street lights, and all the shops looked abandoned and closed down. And we were surrounded by trees. It honestly reminded me of New Moon when Edward leaves her and she's lost in that forest all by herself. It was really eery, but at the same time it was a fun adventure! Well a few hours later we got arrived in Fayetteville and stopped at Wendy's for some good old fashioned fries and chicken nuggets. It reminded me of the old days we used to have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my sis with Addi when we arrived. Addi warmed right up to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoMfVZFZ0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/MWiUbpV3TNo/s1600-h/img_2459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398140835814795074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoMfVZFZ0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/MWiUbpV3TNo/s320/img_2459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Love Birds cookin a nice dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoMf3mYGnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/i3wpxJuj6-E/s1600-h/img_2460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398140844997352050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoMf3mYGnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/i3wpxJuj6-E/s320/img_2460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi loved this walker thing. She was cruisin all over the place. My sister and my parents have Skype so we got to show Matt and my family her new skills! She loved the toys my sister had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoNa6nmAdI/AAAAAAAAAiE/HOhgZjQTwBM/s1600-h/img_2466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398141859420045778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoNa6nmAdI/AAAAAAAAAiE/HOhgZjQTwBM/s320/img_2466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is known for her amazing sewing and quilting skills, something I do not have whatsoever. She makes EVERYTHING! This is such a cute halloween decoration she made for their apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoMgYpHJvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Zyg_Q6-WY7E/s1600-h/img_2461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398140853867194098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoMgYpHJvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Zyg_Q6-WY7E/s320/img_2461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi loved to get rummage through their DVD's and flip them all over the place. Here she is taking a break from that sport and posing with Beck. She doesn't look very happy here because she had a high fever the last couple of days. But she really loves her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOmO6BnjI/AAAAAAAAAic/ShE4c1EIb8k/s1600-h/Visit+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398143153356250674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOmO6BnjI/AAAAAAAAAic/ShE4c1EIb8k/s320/Visit+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt Face Munchkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOlhkEDkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/m4n9n9bKuTQ/s1600-h/Visit+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398143141184540226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOlhkEDkI/AAAAAAAAAiU/m4n9n9bKuTQ/s320/Visit+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... what can I say? Nothing personal against Nick... she really just gets scared of big men with deep voices. He is a great uncle, though. She also had a fever here, too. But this picture really makes me chuckle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOlEt8a8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/OkaM9McoNhs/s1600-h/Visit+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398143133441354690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOlEt8a8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/OkaM9McoNhs/s320/Visit+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day there was a lot of fun. We went down to Dickson Street, which is an old, historic street with a lot of antique shops, pubs, and jazz bars. We went shopping and ate at this place called "Hugos". It was underground and was known for their hamburgers. Oh my holy mama, they were AMAZING! It was the biggest, juiciest burger I've had in a long, long time. And we ordered a plate of homemade fries for an appetizer. Oh... I LOVE FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOmifEBzI/AAAAAAAAAik/fEnpxFAIsIw/s1600-h/Visit+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398143158611871538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoOmifEBzI/AAAAAAAAAik/fEnpxFAIsIw/s320/Visit+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoNZ5vMWEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/gjzY_qDDCQk/s1600-h/img_2462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398141842003613762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoNZ5vMWEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/gjzY_qDDCQk/s320/img_2462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about my sister and her husband is that they are EXTREMELY HEALTHY.  So I was really surprised when Nick brought home all these scrumpcious cookies one night.  Oh did we dig into them.  I think he was a little shocked at how much we ate.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoNaTTFTXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KBThWRgA86w/s1600-h/img_2465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398141848865033586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoNaTTFTXI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KBThWRgA86w/s320/img_2465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun while there, and it was a much needed break (when is it not?). We went to a humongous craft fair, an amazing outside mall, some nice, scenic drives, Hobby Wobbly's, which is kind of like Roberts Arts &amp;amp; Crafts (but huger and a lot more selection), Logan's Steakhouse, which is kind of like the Texas Roadhouse but better :) and a lot more!! I learned so incredibly much from my sister. She is so amazing. She is so spiritual, so faithful, so FRUGAL, she's always just happy with what she has and who she is. I love her! I also learned that I rely on Matt a whole lot more than I realized. Not just for physical support with Addi, but for emotional support. I didn't realize how hard it is to carry the burden of caring for a child alone. I really depend on him for inner strength and emotional support. I was also reminded that miracles happen all the time. One night Addi woke up and would not go back to sleep for anything. I had tried everything I could think of and she was just screaming. I was so tired and I just started bawling. I prayed and prayed that she would just go to sleep. It honestly seemed impossible for that to happen. Withing a minute she had stopped crying and was falling asleep. I know that seems so small and simple, but to me, it was a true miracle. Nothing is too small or too stupid for Heavenly Father to fix. He cares about even the little things that seem insignificant. I learned so much on that trip and had a really great time. Thanks, Rebel and Nick for letting us come crash at your place!! We will never forget that trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2372908316864516558?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2372908316864516558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2372908316864516558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2372908316864516558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2372908316864516558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-trip-to-arkansas.html' title='Our Trip to Arkansas!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SuoMfVZFZ0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/MWiUbpV3TNo/s72-c/img_2459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-1732929678460920139</id><published>2009-10-24T20:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:54:17.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eblogmedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/boys-like-girls-ft-taylor-swift-two-is-better-than-one-new-song-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://eblogmedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/boys-like-girls-ft-taylor-swift-two-is-better-than-one-new-song-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this song by Boys Like Girls featuring Taylor Swift. Everyone knows I'm obsessed with Taylor, and I have always really liked Boys Like Girls. Such a pretty song! I will post pics soon of our trip to Arkansas, but my computer won't load them right now for some stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two Is Better Than One"&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/specials/beauties/beauties/taylor_swift2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/specials/beauties/beauties/taylor_swift2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-1732929678460920139?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/1732929678460920139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=1732929678460920139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1732929678460920139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1732929678460920139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-this-song.html' title='Love this song!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-6524687039459091027</id><published>2009-10-11T19:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:02:51.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Addi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's been a year since I was in the hospital, not knowing what a sweet little girl would be coming to my life to change it completely. I was telling Matt the other day how happy this year has been. I am SO glad I don't have to go back to a year ago when she was in the hospital for so long. Those were some of the darkest days I've lived. But every second of pain was worth it to have her in our lives now. I feel immenseley blessed to have a child and be a mother. On her actual birthday we did presents here, just the three of us. We celebrated by taking her for a walk in the stroller; outdoors, in the mall, anywhere we wanted to go, we took her. That was kind of her one year milestone at how far she has come in one year. I forget how lucky I am to be able to take her out in public, because for so long, we could not.&lt;br /&gt;She got some neat presents for her birthday. Look how big she look here! It kind of breaks my heart just a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHS842-6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/oDjeyeHc3u4/s1600-h/img_2414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391520463567911842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHS842-6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/oDjeyeHc3u4/s320/img_2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHSD3XKUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0ied-vbcWC0/s1600-h/img_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391520448260811074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHSD3XKUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0ied-vbcWC0/s320/img_2423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we threw a big birthday bash for her with our families. Everyone was so supportive to come out and party with us! My mom and I had a lot o fun making decorations for her birthday. My mom made this sign. She is a pro at sign-making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHRfrUSfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/DgX6iF0wMeY/s1600-h/img_2427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391520438546614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHRfrUSfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/DgX6iF0wMeY/s320/img_2427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHQxFPpZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SuNJcPSNHzU/s1600-h/img_2428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391520426038896018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHQxFPpZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SuNJcPSNHzU/s320/img_2428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt did most of these cupcakes. He even did all the little designs on them! Oh, it was a "Hello Kitty" Theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ7_ZgRBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/uiUhYL3hkC0/s1600-h/img_2429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391523367639598098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ7_ZgRBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/uiUhYL3hkC0/s320/img_2429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my pathetic attempt to make a Hello Kitty cake. The frosting wasn't really white and it looks more like a bunny but whatever; she's only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ7Tje-2I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Szvyn62g8kU/s1600-h/img_2430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391523355870296930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ7Tje-2I/AAAAAAAAAgM/Szvyn62g8kU/s320/img_2430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ6iBBcyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0OjFWzwkSWs/s1600-h/img_2431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391523342572417826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ6iBBcyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0OjFWzwkSWs/s320/img_2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got so excited when these three girls came. They love to play with her and she loves it probably even more! She was EXTREMELY HYPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ6HQjLqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/SqsTBddvnuU/s1600-h/img_2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391523335389785762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKJ6HQjLqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/SqsTBddvnuU/s320/img_2433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLt-EcF_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/4t0bFy0YFtY/s1600-h/img_2434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391525325787895794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLt-EcF_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/4t0bFy0YFtY/s320/img_2434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLtNIi5kI/AAAAAAAAAg0/t6XEwBP-e2I/s1600-h/img_2435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391525312651781698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLtNIi5kI/AAAAAAAAAg0/t6XEwBP-e2I/s320/img_2435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really didn't care to open the presents since she didn't really get it, so we let the kids open some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLsevUBsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kC5o-isApU0/s1600-h/img_2440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391525300197918402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLsevUBsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kC5o-isApU0/s320/img_2440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got so many cute and fun toys! Everyone was so nice and thoughtful! I'm kind of worried about her getting spoiled and expecting all of these gifts every year! Matt and I decided we're going to save some and give them to her for Christmas. But Thank You Thank You to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLrqSyBJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_Iz3fcntaT0/s1600-h/img_2442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391525286119605394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLrqSyBJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_Iz3fcntaT0/s320/img_2442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she even blew out the candle herself! And she made a wish! Ha Ha just jokin! I blew it out and made a wish for her of course. All to good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLrEcvSEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RiEkKd-Cp4o/s1600-h/img_2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391525275960821826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKLrEcvSEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RiEkKd-Cp4o/s320/img_2451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I took off her shirt because I thought she was gong to dive right into the cake, but she just sat there and looked at it and then touched the little nose.  That was it.  Ha Ha it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKNhJ88fpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aGDgyqwcN1M/s1600-h/img_2452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391527304662646418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKNhJ88fpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aGDgyqwcN1M/s320/img_2452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Gramps.  She didn't know what to think of him when she first met him months ago, but I have to say, she is warming up to him quite a bit.  And she even cracked a smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKNgpgnoTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tdMU_RYeuqU/s1600-h/img_2455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391527295953903922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKNgpgnoTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tdMU_RYeuqU/s320/img_2455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and feel happy that we have family to celebrate with!  We missed Rebekah and Nick, and Scott and Kellee and their family.  WIsh you could've been here but we love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-6524687039459091027?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/6524687039459091027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=6524687039459091027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6524687039459091027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6524687039459091027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-addi.html' title='Happy Birthday to Addi!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/StKHS842-6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/oDjeyeHc3u4/s72-c/img_2414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5686093143049972764</id><published>2009-09-26T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:57:29.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Twilight Pick Up Lines</title><content type='html'>My sister emailed me a part of this guys' blog she found.  His wife is obviously obsessed with Twilight and he's obviously getting way to into it :)  So these are types of pick up lines or phrases guys can use to get a girl... Very Funny...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-If she thinks that you drive too recklessly: "Honey, please trust me as much as Bella trusted Edward when he had to break all known traffic laws to get her out of Forks and away from Victoria. If he can drive Bella's pickup truck that recklessly, then I should be able to steer with my knees while texting with my right hand and using my left hand to hold my Slurpee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If she ever says on a very warm day, "I feel so hot right now" you should respond with, "My body always feels hot to the touch....kind of like Jacob's." You can then raise your eyebrows like Magnum P.I., flex your pecks, and put your arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If she ever says on a very cold day, "I feel so cold right now" you should respond with, "My body always feels cold to the touch....kind of like Edward's." You can then raise your eyebrows like Magnum P.I., flex your pecks, and put your arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she says that you have a fear of commitment, tell her, "I just can't rush into a relationship right now. My heart's been broken before and I would like for our relationship to take the next step, but I often feel like Edward did when he left Bella for Italy. His heart was with her, but the timing wasn't right at the moment." Note: This will buy you approximately 3 1/2 months. You will then either have to put a ring on her finger or change your name to Miguel Sanchez and live in Panama for a year while things die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she wants a relationship but you just want to be friends, just say, "I am so glad that we both agree that we can have a fulfilling, close relationship like Bella and Jacob enjoy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want her to back off and stop bothering you, tell her, "I'm really a creepy, soul-less recluse who thirsts for human blood. I have killed before and have to restrain myself on a daily basis from killing again. I'm not talking about in a heroic, romantic Edward-like way. I'm talking in a really deranged Jeffrey Dahmer way." Note: You will never, ever, EVER see her again at this point, so only bust it out when absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are on a date and there is an awkward lull in the conversation, get a pensive look on your face and say, "I was reading on stepheniemeyer.com that the next Twilight book is going to be told from Edward's point of view. I can't wait to gain a deeper understanding and appreciation for the emotional trial it must have been for him to be away from Bella for so long during New Moon." Note: If you say this, your female companion will get down on her knee and propose to you on the spot. Only use this line if you are seriously considering taking this young lady to the temple one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is insecure about her looks and repeatedly asks you if she is pretty, stroke her hair and gently say, "Sweetheart, you always look beautiful...in a Bella sort of way." Note: If you've never read the books and try this line, please post a comment with how this one works out for you and how long it takes for the bruising to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you are married, write the following in your next wedding anniversary card, "I am eternally grateful to know that we can be together forever. I am even more grateful that I did not have to sink my vampire teeth into your neck and suck out all of your blood to make it happen." Believe me, she'll dig that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Added (see comments): After numbing your lips by sucking on a Popsicle, ask her, "Have you ever wondered what it feels like to kiss Edward?" Note: She will be utterly helpless when you close your eyes and lean toward her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And can I just say how excited I am to see New Moon?  I already have my ticket for 12:01 11/20/09  WAHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5686093143049972764?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5686093143049972764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5686093143049972764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5686093143049972764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5686093143049972764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-twilight-pick-up-lines.html' title='Funny Twilight Pick Up Lines'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-5524535285614019736</id><published>2009-09-17T15:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:13:50.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Good.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life sucks. But honestly, how can I not be happy and go on when I have these two beautiful faces to look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKvUBkctnI/AAAAAAAAAec/JPDoytGfT-E/s1600-h/img_2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382557263214720626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKvUBkctnI/AAAAAAAAAec/JPDoytGfT-E/s320/img_2390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is GOOD. Doesn't she look like her daddy? (Below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKxvpkFsGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7zZbZq7VUIw/s1600-h/img_2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382559936830353506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKxvpkFsGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7zZbZq7VUIw/s320/img_2409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking a bath with her and then smothering her in baby lotion. I especially love golden, curly, wet locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKxuydLJCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lqqK9i2EBOk/s1600-h/img_2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382559922037400610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKxuydLJCI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lqqK9i2EBOk/s320/img_2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love waking up in the morning and hearing a happy little chatter box going on for minutes. We always bring her into our bed with us and she luvs to snuggle with her daddy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKxuOWFb8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/t9sO89YI4Vs/s1600-h/img_2412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382559912343990210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKxuOWFb8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/t9sO89YI4Vs/s320/img_2412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love spending time with this little girl. Now I have a girlfriend to take shopping with me, go get lunch, paint my nails with, and watch curious george. ha ha. And how can I not mention following me around when I mop the floor, tugging on my shirt when I'm trying to do my hair, clawing the keyboard when I'm blogging, and tooting during young womens each sunday. Ha ha what a cutie. I wouldn't trade any of it for anything. And Matt, don't feel left out. I still love you more than her, don't worry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new favorite song by Taylor Swift. I'm sure everyone knows I'm obsessed with her. This song always makes me cry. Today I was listening to it in the car and my eyes got so blurry I almost had to pull over to wipe them. How ridiculous. This song reminds me of my mom and I, my sisters and I, and one day this will be Addi and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Best Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on&lt;br /&gt;I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run&lt;br /&gt;Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold&lt;br /&gt;I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're not scared of anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean&lt;br /&gt;I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys&lt;br /&gt;And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away&lt;br /&gt;And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger&lt;br /&gt;God smiles on my little brother, inside and out, he's better than I am&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run&lt;br /&gt;And I had the best days with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a video I found from back when I was three&lt;br /&gt;You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;I know you were on my side even when I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for giving me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For staying back and watching me shine&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I had the best day with you today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5524535285614019736?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5524535285614019736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5524535285614019736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5524535285614019736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5524535285614019736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-good.html' title='Life Is Good.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/SrKvUBkctnI/AAAAAAAAAec/JPDoytGfT-E/s72-c/img_2390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5734945185273081817</id><published>2009-08-31T09:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:15:43.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How The Years Roll By</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was going through some pictures on my computer and it kind of made me a little bit sad! First I was looking at pictures of Matt and I when we were dating. We both looked so much younger! I feel like I have aged ten years physically from those pics. I guess that's what having a baby does to you. (Not complaining at all, I'd take aging any day if it means having a baby) I'm glad we took our time dating because we got to do a lot of fun things together. I realize most people get that time their first year(s) of marriage, but hello I was pregnant from the get-go (again not complaining at all, just stating a fact). When I think about our dating times, it seems like it was sooooo long ago. I feel like such a differnt person now. I just thought I would post a few pics of our dating times...&lt;br /&gt;When Matt lived in D.C. we traveled to NYC on a stinky, hot, muggy bus. It was super cheap and we went with a bunch of his roomates out there. We arrived there at 1 a.m. on a friday night and it was bouncing with addrenaline. I remember I wore these red, super high-heel shoes that night and my feet were so sore when we got to the hotel. Needless to say I learned my lesson and didn't wear them the rest of the trip. We got to stay in the rockefeller hotel right on the strip. Matt knew a girl who used to work there and she got us rooms for $40 a night. I love hookups. Good times... it's fun to reminisce. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spv0GLbll2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ST5FYzOyScQ/s1600-h/img_1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376158967181711202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spv0GLbll2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ST5FYzOyScQ/s320/img_1113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzzt_p0YI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7nViWMflI54/s1600-h/108_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376158650042274178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzzt_p0YI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7nViWMflI54/s320/108_0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was when we were going to school at USU. This is Old Main behind us, where Matt had 95% of his classes. It is the best school in the world! I recommend it to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SpvzrOS-EdI/AAAAAAAAAds/_T9Wundi9UY/s1600-h/104_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376158504094405074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SpvzrOS-EdI/AAAAAAAAAds/_T9Wundi9UY/s320/104_0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate, Russ, me, Matt. At my cousins reception at Camp Williams. My bro Russ was fresh off the mish in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzqo5ca-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/qdyZoMpPsfg/s1600-h/000_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376158494055230434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzqo5ca-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/qdyZoMpPsfg/s320/000_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer Matt lived in D.C. I moved to Arizona for a few months. This is the Flynn family below. Sister Martinez and I baptized them on our missions and we reunited for their Temple Sealing. It was really beautiful. I love the Mesa Temple. They are a great family. Shannon always wanted to wear a big, white, fluffy wedding dress for her wedding but didn't have the money when she got married civilly years ago. Here is her dream wedding dress! And the best place to wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzs2STMCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yNyyxtK1ZbQ/s1600-h/104_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376158532008882210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzs2STMCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yNyyxtK1ZbQ/s320/104_0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sister Sheffield and I in Mesa. She was my last companion in $cottsdale, and was finishing up her mission when I lived out there. We got to go on splits and I got to teach again! We had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SpvzscqElJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XYIcBClYqDA/s1600-h/104_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376158525129266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SpvzscqElJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XYIcBClYqDA/s320/104_0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Stephany and Bryce.  I nannied them while living there.  Stephany is like my other little sister.  We also taught them and baptized them on our mission.  They are the best family in the world (besides mine, of course).  I miss them so much!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzrg7jo7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/zVFoI4IY-iA/s1600-h/104_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376158509096477618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spvzrg7jo7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/zVFoI4IY-iA/s320/104_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really missing the mish lately and it made me even sadder looking at these pictures. :(  I know, a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5734945185273081817?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5734945185273081817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5734945185273081817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5734945185273081817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5734945185273081817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-how-years-roll-by.html' title='Oh How The Years Roll By'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Spv0GLbll2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ST5FYzOyScQ/s72-c/img_1113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-6066231018019126419</id><published>2009-08-30T15:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:33:16.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before You</title><content type='html'>I had all but given up on finding&lt;br /&gt;T he one that I could fall into&lt;br /&gt;On the day before you&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to settle for&lt;br /&gt;Less than love and not much more&lt;br /&gt;There was no such thing as a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but that was all the day before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're here and everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly life means so much&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And find out this promise is true&lt;br /&gt;I will never have to go back to&lt;br /&gt;The day before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I see forever&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wish that my life never knew&lt;br /&gt;The day before you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Heaven knows those years without you&lt;br /&gt;Were shaping my heart for the that day I found you&lt;br /&gt;If you're the reason for all that I've been through&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm thankful for the day before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're here and everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly life means so muchI can't wait to wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And find out this promise is trueI will never have to go back to&lt;br /&gt;The day before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the last day that I ever needed alone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;br /&gt;No I'm never going back&lt;br /&gt;Now you're here and everything's changingS&lt;br /&gt;uddenly life means so muchI can't wait to wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And find out this promise is true&lt;br /&gt;No I'm never going backI will never have to go back to&lt;br /&gt;The day before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rascal Flatts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-6066231018019126419?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/6066231018019126419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=6066231018019126419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6066231018019126419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/6066231018019126419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-before-you.html' title='The Day Before You'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-1343225068301726324</id><published>2009-08-17T10:43:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:10:07.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage and We're Off!!</title><content type='html'>My amazing parents were so kind to take my whole family on 7-Day Cruise to Mexico! It was the one week where we would all be together out of the year. My brother had just gotten home from an internship in Brazil and it was the week before my sister and her husband moved to Arkansas. It was honestly the best vacation I've had! Friday night Matt, Addi, my sister and I drove to St. George and stayed the night there. Saturday the rest of my family drove down and met us in St. George and we drove to Long Beach, CA. Addi did surprisingly well with the drive! That night we stayed in a couple of suites and hung out. Sunday we drove to the port off of Long Beach and loaded up on the Carnival Splendor. It sure was a splendor to be on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a day at sea. We decided to take full advantage of the splendid weather and caught some rays:) It was so neat laying out and looking around you and you're out in the middle of the ocean. Addi LOVED looking over the edge into the splashing, vast ocean. I was a little nervous to stand by the edge with her but she did really good. We had lunch up on the deck and layed out most of the day. Their lunch buffets are so delcious. They have a pizza bar open 24 hrs. (That was not good for me, I went there all the time)! That night was a "Formal Night" where we dressed up for dinner. Our dinner each night was at "The Black Pearl" and our server's name was Ika. She is the cutest thing in the whole world. She's from Indonesia, and has a two year old daughter and only gets to see her 2 months out of the whole year. She is the sweetest little thing. Whenever she was taking our orders she'd say, "Yes Please", in this little high pitched voice. Loved her. At dinner we could order whatever we wanted, however many we wanted. So we took full advantage! I ordered at least 3 starters and a meal and dessert every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKFxfqqnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wLQS2IfAelo/s1600-h/img_2285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370975862406163058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKFxfqqnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wLQS2IfAelo/s320/img_2285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKFWgaVOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BUNx_0EJVqU/s1600-h/img_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370975855161529570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKFWgaVOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BUNx_0EJVqU/s320/img_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKE0lMePI/AAAAAAAAAYY/slcw5Vz8Sz0/s1600-h/img_2283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370975846054787314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKE0lMePI/AAAAAAAAAYY/slcw5Vz8Sz0/s320/img_2283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKGigbvuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oDI8ePFFlG8/s1600-h/img_2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370975875562716898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKGigbvuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oDI8ePFFlG8/s320/img_2286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Pearl Restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKHHO8y9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/a1KQD649-LM/s1600-h/img_2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370975885421497298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKHHO8y9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/a1KQD649-LM/s320/img_2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt showing off his Lobster Tails (Gross!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomK7WTb_cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Hup9GZuzVkQ/s1600-h/img_2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370976782820048322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomK7WTb_cI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Hup9GZuzVkQ/s320/img_2290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomK85M_iAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_I4IQVR3q14/s1600-h/img_2298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370976809368127490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomK85M_iAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_I4IQVR3q14/s320/img_2298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night they had an animal made out of a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Puerta Vallarta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerta Vallarta was our first port. We all took a tour van over to a place to go off 12 intense zip lines. One of which was 600 meters and down hill. My dad was so nice and stayed back with Addi while we went. I am so afraid of heights and would've been happy to stay with her, but I'm glad my dad insisted that I go because it was AWESOME! Afterwards we were all so hot and went swimming in the waterfalls! Matt, Russ, and Janessa went off the waterfall slide thing. Matt spiced it up and did a flip off of it! We love the water :) That was probably my favorite activity we did, although it was as humid as a beast. ? On the way back, Addi was so worn out from the heat and humidity, we fell asleep together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMapjsznI/AAAAAAAAAao/OSOW01zblVM/s1600-h/img_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978420076105330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMapjsznI/AAAAAAAAAao/OSOW01zblVM/s320/img_2326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMZ4hnYtI/AAAAAAAAAag/aMYa9sYqoaQ/s1600-h/img_2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978406914024146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMZ4hnYtI/AAAAAAAAAag/aMYa9sYqoaQ/s320/img_2325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMYR34MgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KrmRAaycxrs/s1600-h/img_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978379358548482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMYR34MgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KrmRAaycxrs/s320/img_2321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLsMQIKrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HwpC8i2mfmk/s1600-h/img_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977621935401650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLsMQIKrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HwpC8i2mfmk/s320/img_2313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLs1bpIHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AREg1THzWDo/s1600-h/img_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977632989552754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLs1bpIHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AREg1THzWDo/s320/img_2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLrTcET7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wmC8q1b3uJY/s1600-h/img_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977606684659634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLrTcET7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wmC8q1b3uJY/s320/img_2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMZGWJ5qI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5LDWFEy-1W0/s1600-h/img_2323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978393444181666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomMZGWJ5qI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5LDWFEy-1W0/s320/img_2323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner again at The Black Pearl. Addi got so much attention it was ridiculous! She seriously got so spoiled on that trip I was afraid to come home! One night at dinner my brother ordered escargot. Does anyone reallly like that disgusting thing? I almost threw up from the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370976775779403650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomK68E0R4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/2qmxy6tgBLE/s320/img_2301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomK9Ul0SLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AL46YBMJ4lo/s1600-h/img_2299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370976816720005298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomK9Ul0SLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AL46YBMJ4lo/s320/img_2299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomPRZgFb6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/P919HRta9GM/s1600-h/img_2371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370981559682035618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomPRZgFb6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/P919HRta9GM/s320/img_2371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM9ufuKYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LquokuUJ_7Y/s1600-h/img_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979022697015682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM9ufuKYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LquokuUJ_7Y/s320/img_2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mazatlan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazatlan was actually the biggest port we went to. The population is about 650,000. It was BEAUTIFUL! We had another tour guy take us around in a van and tour the city. They had some great shopping markets, an old Catholic cathedral, and then we went to the beach and saw this... So these two guys dive off of this cliff. If you look closely you can see that right below them is a bunch of rock. They have to jump clear out away from the rock in order to land in the water. Not only that, but the water is only 5 feet deep. Yes, it's true. So they stand at the top and wait for the exact moment when the waves will wash up and make the water deeper than 5 feet. It was crazy stuff. Our tour guide told us that last year one of the divers hit his head on the rock below and died instantly. He said that is the price they pay for making money to bring bread home to their families. Before and after they dive they go around with a hat to collect money. Mazatlan was a really fun place to be. After this our tour guide drove us over to a private resort to have lunch and body surf on the beach. It's so nice to have a ton of family to take turns watching Addi so I could get in and body surf and swim, also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM9Lz2X_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/W45ZB4jPZFQ/s1600-h/img_2335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979013386199026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM9Lz2X_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/W45ZB4jPZFQ/s320/img_2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM-N55PLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2GYEf94Ty-I/s1600-h/img_2338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979031128292530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM-N55PLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2GYEf94Ty-I/s320/img_2338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM8sHkTCI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I7bDuw9wk-M/s1600-h/img_2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979004878965794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM8sHkTCI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I7bDuw9wk-M/s320/img_2333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM8HbvQ-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/FO05tCRUPJ8/s1600-h/img_2332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978995031458786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomM8HbvQ-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/FO05tCRUPJ8/s320/img_2332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomOd7ZcrpI/AAAAAAAAAco/7Htw7MI3HmQ/s1600-h/img_2363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370980675427806866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomOd7ZcrpI/AAAAAAAAAco/7Htw7MI3HmQ/s320/img_2363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomOcrXMrUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gISBHMYddho/s1600-h/img_2357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370980653943532866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomOcrXMrUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gISBHMYddho/s320/img_2357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cabo San Lucas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our last port on Friday. My mom LOVES to snorkle so we took a "water taxi" out for a ride on the ocean and played at a beach. My two brothers and Matt decided they wanted to go cliff diving, after seeing the cliff divers the day before, so they found this rock away from the beach. They dove off of the very top and everyone thought they were crazy. After a while people were swimming out there to jump off it, as well. I even mustered up the courage to jump off the lower part! It was a lot of fun. The snorkeling was great, also. My mom took an under-water camera and got some neat pictures of all of the different sea animals. There were some neon fish, some crabs, and a lot of cool things to see! We also got to see some sea-lions while we were out there. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomObnN1xnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sFHDHVZkC4M/s1600-h/img_2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370980635650672242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomObnN1xnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sFHDHVZkC4M/s320/img_2353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNyzY2a1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/B_W0_YBS5fI/s1600-h/img_2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979934543440722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNyzY2a1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/B_W0_YBS5fI/s320/img_2351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomOdJLVDbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bg8yZyhKRD4/s1600-h/img_2362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370980661946813874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomOdJLVDbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bg8yZyhKRD4/s320/img_2362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomPQG3HUYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/d-D66Em1S0c/s1600-h/img_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370981537498485122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomPQG3HUYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/d-D66Em1S0c/s320/img_2367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe last night was a lot of fun.  All of the servers got up and danced to "Low" by Flo Rida and Addi and I decided to join Ika.  It was a blast!  Addi was just looking around wondering what the heck was going on, but she started dancing after a while.  We had a GREAT time and are so grateful we were able to spend a whole week with my family all together.  We miss you Rebekah and Nick!  You are the greatest Aunt and Uncle to Addi and love her so much!  Thanks for helping us out all the time.  We LOVE you!  Thanks Mom and Dad for the best week ever!  We will never forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNxiJv8-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/txTvA7FH6TQ/s1600-h/img_2344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979912736830434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNxiJv8-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/txTvA7FH6TQ/s320/img_2344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNxPJZ9QI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OOm5FcbQSIE/s1600-h/img_2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979907635115266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNxPJZ9QI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OOm5FcbQSIE/s320/img_2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomPRwlR_cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ojEKcWTFCUs/s1600-h/img_2373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370981565877845442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomPRwlR_cI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ojEKcWTFCUs/s320/img_2373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLq5Y6FWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RiWmd2ywXa0/s1600-h/img_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977599692084578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLq5Y6FWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RiWmd2ywXa0/s320/img_2307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLpUo6blI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6eGXb-HLe7M/s1600-h/img_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977572647235154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomLpUo6blI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6eGXb-HLe7M/s320/img_2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNyfr3smI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6cV_SXzpaK8/s1600-h/img_2345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979929254507106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNyfr3smI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6cV_SXzpaK8/s320/img_2345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNwTDVtYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pbS6K_QtIsM/s1600-h/img_2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370979891503543682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomNwTDVtYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pbS6K_QtIsM/s320/img_2340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-1343225068301726324?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/1343225068301726324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=1343225068301726324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1343225068301726324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1343225068301726324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-voyage-and-were-off.html' title='Bon Voyage and We&apos;re Off!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/SomKFxfqqnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wLQS2IfAelo/s72-c/img_2285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-402169365578188513</id><published>2009-07-27T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:45:36.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2485105/2/istockphoto_2485105_tired_mom_screaming_baby_mchipster250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 380px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2485105/2/istockphoto_2485105_tired_mom_screaming_baby_mchipster250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in desperate need of advice and support.  Normally I rock Addi to sleep for her naps and bedtime.  Lately, it has taken 45 minutes to an hour to get her to sleep in my arms.  I've heard from many people to just put her in her crib and let her cry til she goes to sleep.  So I've been trying it and I hate it!  It is the hardest thing!  I go and check on her after 5 minutes and then I go in every 10-15 minutes after that.  I thought maybe she'd cry for 20 minutes max.  Today for naptime she cried for an hour.  And the only reason she stopped after an hour is because I went in and calmed her down and rubbed her back till she fell asleep.  I feel like a horrible mom.  She looks at me with the reddest, saddest eyes like I have betrayed her.  I am going to cave in one of these times and give in, I swear!  Am I doing the right thing?  I don't want to rock her for an hour and I know that she has to learn to go to sleep on her own, anyway.  But her bloody-murder screaming is pulling hard on my heart strings!  I got tears in my eyes today.  I don't want her to think I am betraying her or leaving her or don't love her.  Is it healthy that she screams for such a long period of time?  What should I do?  Please, any advice is so appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-402169365578188513?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/402169365578188513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=402169365578188513' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/402169365578188513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/402169365578188513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/07/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2646213594797256237</id><published>2009-07-17T14:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:02:06.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Days of Your Life</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, around highschool age, I always remember my dad would say, "These are the best days of your life", or something to that sort. And when I would hear "older" people talking they would refer to highschool and/or college as "the good old days". I remember after highschool and throughout my college/working years I didn't really want to get married. I wanted to be single for a long time and just be independent. I looked at married people as "boring". I think that was always a fear of mine; that getting married and having a family meant no fun anymore. While I admit that we do stay home on weekends a lot more, and maybe I don't have as much freedom as I used to have, I love being a wife and mommy. It's anything BUT boring. Holy cow, Matt and Addi make me scratch my head so many times a day, trying to figure them out. They make me pee-my-pants laugh, smile, cry, and love more than I ever thought possible. Today I was outside on our front lawn pushing Addi on our tree swing. It was so much fun to see her nervous at first, and then smile and laugh as I pushed her gently. It was one of those moments where time seemed to stand still and I was just caught up in the joy of life. Nothing else in the world mattered. It was just me and her and her big, red, juicy smile. The thought came to my mind, "These are the best days of my life." By nature, I have always seemed to be the type of person who has lived in the past and not always enjoyed the present. Since I met Matt, he has really helped me to live and love now. I can honestly say I feel like I am starting to love each phase of my life. At least I am doing better at it. When I take Addi up to my parents, my dad will often comment something like, "Those were the best days, being a young dad and having little kids." (my dad's so funny, always saying "those were the best days") Life flies by too fast, and I want to cherish each day. I think every phase of life can be "the best days of your life." I have to constantly tell myself, you can never rewind time or go back a day. Today is what we make it and it will effect tomorrow and the day after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of some fun times, we had a great 4th of July. We went to the Provo parade, which was really hot and cold. It rained half of the time and was blazing hot the rest. Psycho Utah weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDkJheUJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YvnC7Ztsj_w/s1600-h/img_2207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359534408826365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDkJheUJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YvnC7Ztsj_w/s400/img_2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went boating the day before and poor Matt got sunburned really bad so the blanket is to protect him. He was so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDkuHf4mbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MV72rJVWOJc/s1600-h/img_2212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359535037508786610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDkuHf4mbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/MV72rJVWOJc/s400/img_2212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Ivers with Addi&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we went to my grandparent's cabin for a BBQ. My mom and I love to play patty cake with her. And she loves it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDk9QJ7WdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ERRDQlidcJg/s1600-h/img_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359535297530649042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDk9QJ7WdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ERRDQlidcJg/s400/img_2226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDlRUdHokI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-W-4K09Vo3o/s1600-h/img_2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359535642282271298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDlRUdHokI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-W-4K09Vo3o/s400/img_2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's little baby, Kambrie, loves to play with Addi. They really like to pull at each other's hair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDldj2_hwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7vCkPkLybcg/s1600-h/img_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359535852575753986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDldj2_hwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7vCkPkLybcg/s400/img_2234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great 4th of July and has a fabulous 24th "Pioneer Day"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2646213594797256237?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2646213594797256237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2646213594797256237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2646213594797256237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2646213594797256237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-days-of-your-life.html' title='The Best Days of Your Life'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/SmDkJheUJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YvnC7Ztsj_w/s72-c/img_2207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-4533706707399560253</id><published>2009-07-13T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:24:41.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rAnDOm tHouGhTs</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of you know I am pretty obsessed with The Bachelorette this season.  I'm getting Matt pretty addicted, too.  Although some would say there is a lot of "trash" on the show, tonight's episode has hit some emotional cords inside of me.  There are three guys left for Jillian to choose from.  Tonight she was trying to get Reid to open up and tell her how he felt about her.  Out of all the guys he's probably had the hardest time expressing to her his feelings.  He said something tonight like, "Just because I don't say how I feel, doesn't mean I don't feel it for you."  I thought that was a very interesting statement.  It's totally a valid statement and probably completely true.  BUT, I've thought to myself, "What good are those feelings if you don't tell her?"  How will a relationship or friendship ever progress and grow if you don't tell that person how you feel?  How will your children know that you love them unless you verbally say it?  There are countless times throughout each day when I think to myself, "She looks really awesome in that outfit", or "My mom is the best mom in the world."  But if I don't say it or show it, then what is the point of thinking it?  One of my favorite songs lately is "Please Don't Leave Me" by Pink.  There is a part towards the end where she says, "I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me".  I really need to work harder at telling my husband and family how much I love them and think the world of them.  I have the best husband and family.  Ever.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I haven't told you (any of you) that I think you're GREAT!  Sometimes I forget to say it outloud.  i LoVE yOu!&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might've heard about the seminary president who was arrested last week.  I've been really sad about it.  I know some of his family pretty well and know that they are an incredible, outstanding family.  I can't help but be grateful at this time for repentance and forgiveness, for the sake of both sides.  Okay should I jump off my soap box yet?  P.S. GIRLS CAMP ROCKS!  I had a blast last week.  The Young Women are AMAZING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4533706707399560253?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4533706707399560253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4533706707399560253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4533706707399560253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4533706707399560253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts.html' title='rAnDOm tHouGhTs'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-4194015595121288657</id><published>2009-06-30T11:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:45:10.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Bannanas With The Bachelorette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is anyone watching the bachelorette? I am so addicted it's ridiculous. Well I got my whole kiosk of guys hooked on it, too. They made fun of me at the beginning for watching it, but now we DVR it at work so they can watch it. Even the Costco workers around us come over and watch it. How lame are we. I can't believe Jillian is keeping Wes around. And last night. I cried. Jesse was my very favorite, I think I got real tears in my eyes when she let him go. He is sweetest guy to her. And poor Michael. He realized after she let him go that he love her. He was so sincere and kind-hearted. What a couple of great guys she let go. And just to keep slime-ball, playa Wes around. Ooooooo... I think next week she finally starts to see what he really is and why he's there. I was ECSTATIC to see Ed come back!!! I was rooting for him from episode 2 and I'm so happy he chose to fight for her and come back. Can you believe Kip's family? They are so weird to me. His mom freaks me out. Ugh. I think I would be okay with whoever she chose in the end besides Wes, but here are my top choices:&lt;br /&gt;1.Ed&lt;br /&gt;2.Reid&lt;br /&gt;3.Kiptyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone loves Kiptyn, but I just don't see a big personality with him. I don't really even know what he is like. She really needs someone who can make her laugh a lot, and I don't think Kiptyn does that. I really wish Jesse was still around. :( If you have never watched this show before, you must start now! But just realize you will become helplessly addicted. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/realitytv/1/0/G/o/1/edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/realitytv/1/0/G/o/1/edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4194015595121288657?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4194015595121288657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4194015595121288657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4194015595121288657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4194015595121288657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-bannanas-with-bachelorette.html' title='Going Bannanas With The Bachelorette'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-4569685536289093717</id><published>2009-06-23T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:52:22.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this email from my aunt and thought it was pretty interesting and true, just thought I'd post it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday  Morning  Commentary: My confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish.  And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.  I don't feel threatened.  I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are, Christmas trees. It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me.  I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto.  In fact, I kind of like it.  It shows that w e are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu .  If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Meno= rah a few hundred yards away. I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians.  I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period.  I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country.  I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?  I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.  But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different:  This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking. Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Hurricane Katrina)..  Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response.  She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.  And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out.  How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?' In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc.  I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.  Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school.  The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.  And we said OK.Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide).  We said an expert should know what he's talking about.  And we said okay.Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out.  I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4569685536289093717?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4569685536289093717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4569685536289093717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4569685536289093717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4569685536289093717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-this-email-from-my-aunt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-8644885075072084294</id><published>2009-06-16T16:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:10:20.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Shopping, Classic Cars in Jackson Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I should also add to that title Addi's first ponytail!  Hey, I know it's just a couple of hairs in that pony, but I am dang proud of it!  It took me a while and lots of squirming on her part to get that little pony band around her hair.  P.S. Aren't her eyes beautiful?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sjghxw0D8QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/k1qzTAGNDkQ/s1600-h/img_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348061696303034626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sjghxw0D8QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/k1qzTAGNDkQ/s400/img_2166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we went to Jackson Hole last week with Matt's parents.  They go up there every year so that Dewane can enter his classic car in the Annual Car Show.  It's actually really cool.  They have some really neat cars up there and a lot of fun events going on.  Chris, Addi and I really like the shopping.  They have some really neat country-western gifts and clothing.  Matt loves the cowboy boots and western hats.  It was a really cold, rainy time but we still had a lot of fun.  We ate at some good eatin' places like the Bar-J-Wranglers, Bubbas, The Merry Piglets (Sooooo good), and Jedediahs.  Anyone who knows me knows I love to go out to eat, so that was an event in and of itself!  We had to keep Addi warm, and since all of her long pants are either too small or too big, I improvised!  I got some really cute tights a few weeks ago at Old Navy so I decided to put them under her shorts, and I think it turned out really cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SjghmxJxmLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xtMH9M6j9F4/s1600-h/img_2163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348061507415546034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SjghmxJxmLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xtMH9M6j9F4/s400/img_2163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Dewane's '57 Chevy Nomad.  He restored it 30 years ago but continues to win awards and get compliments everywhere he goes.  We got to ride in it and see Harrison Ford's house.  He has a helicopter pad on top of his house so he can fly in and land there.  He also has 600 acres of land around it!  I love the old classic car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SjgiKneBy-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/TizMkUY1B6Q/s1600-h/img_2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348062123291429858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SjgiKneBy-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/TizMkUY1B6Q/s400/img_2170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About a month ago now, Addi got her two front bottom teeth.  If you look closely in this picture you can see them.  It kind of makes me chuckle a little bit seeing her cheesy smile. :)  I love those happy moments when she's smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sjgh9_lD9nI/AAAAAAAAAXA/l99bq3hhiVI/s1600-h/img_2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348061906425083506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sjgh9_lD9nI/AAAAAAAAAXA/l99bq3hhiVI/s400/img_2167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last day in Jackson Hole they had raffle prizes.  I hate raffles because I am so unlucky and never win anything.  Matt insisted that we put some tickets in for it, so I reluctantly did.  We both put in for the BBQ set and HE WON IT!  So now we can have BBQ's at our house or camping.  Anyone wanna come over for a BBQ?  That's right, cuz we have one!  HAHA I'm a big nerd.  Good Job Honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SjgiUpqHfxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PbZsB7iI800/s1600-h/img_2173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348062295677697810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SjgiUpqHfxI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PbZsB7iI800/s400/img_2173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8644885075072084294?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8644885075072084294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8644885075072084294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8644885075072084294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8644885075072084294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-shopping-classic-cars-in-jackson.html' title='Rain, Shopping, Classic Cars in Jackson Hole'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sjghxw0D8QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/k1qzTAGNDkQ/s72-c/img_2166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-1410822273282233068</id><published>2009-06-09T21:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:04:30.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, little girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8pzJXxyiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2a2QGBV9X3g/s1600-h/img_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345537241377786402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8pzJXxyiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2a2QGBV9X3g/s400/img_1693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life never ceases to amaze me. It seems miracles are always to be found if we just look for them. Addison is our latest miracle in life.  When the nurses handed Addison to me after she was born they told me I could snap a couple of pictures and then they would take her down to ICU. When I first looked at her, I could tell something was not right. Her lips were blue, and though I AM a blonde, I knew something was wrong. But my my, how she has grown and developed so well! To think of the progress she's made makes me ecstatic! But I must admit, to see her growing up so fast makes me a little sad. :( WHY WHY WHY!? Why does time fly by so fast!? Yesterday I took her in for her 8 month check up. I guess they normally don't see babies until their 9 month, but the Dr. wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly. Addi was so hilarious when we walked into the Dr.'s. The nurse who always gives her her shots walked out and Addi immediately started whimpering.  I couldn't help but crack a smile. :) Luckily, no shots were necessary. Just a little poke in her foot to make sure her iron level was okay, which it was. The Dr was pleased with her progress and how well she has done through the winter. She only had a couple of colds, which were never severe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Her Weight is 15.5 lbs- 9%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Her Height is 28 inches - 61%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Her Head is 43?? I don't quite remember but it is the 49%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though she is a little underweight, he is not worried.  She is eating a lot better and just had a rough start to blame the low weight on.  She is a happy, healthy, and beautiful baby girl!  What a MIRACLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8qFYxLBrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YmMcBSv8ARs/s1600-h/img_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345537554748475058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8qFYxLBrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YmMcBSv8ARs/s400/img_2159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning Matt called me and informed me that one of his co-workers was sent to the hospital due to the swine flu.  Yes, his co-worker has the swine flu.  And the dude has been sick for over a week and was still coming to work.  I know I'm a totally paranoid parent, but I think I have a reason to be.  If Addi caught it, her life would be at serious risk.  I get so bugged when people go to work while sick.  STAY HOME!  So Matt and I were freaking out.  He went to see our favorite Dr. Willis today and luckily got some medicine to prevent him from getting it.  Sheesh.  What a scare!  Thankfully he only has one more day of work this week since we are going to Jackson Hole Thursday morning!  (Wahoo)   On Memorial Day (sorry this is so random) we went hiking with Matt's parents and Shane and Jennifer's family.  Addi loved the flowers along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8p8ENL-PI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/J5pNwCMQ3fg/s1600-h/img_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345537394610010354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8p8ENL-PI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/J5pNwCMQ3fg/s400/img_2158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And last, but definately not least, Addi's new favorite treat is graham crackers.  She chows down on those like there's no tomorrow!  Oh!  She got her two front bottom teeth!  They are so stinkin cute!  I need to get a picture.  See what I mean, growin up too fast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8qOxSc1PI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mfkNfkWtNwc/s1600-h/img_2160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345537715949327602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8qOxSc1PI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mfkNfkWtNwc/s400/img_2160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-1410822273282233068?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/1410822273282233068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=1410822273282233068' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1410822273282233068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/1410822273282233068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-little-girl.html' title='I love you, little girl.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Si8pzJXxyiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2a2QGBV9X3g/s72-c/img_1693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2438148795118211922</id><published>2009-06-02T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:42:45.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MOON!!!!</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen the trailer for New Moon?!  OH MY YUMMY YUMMY DELICOUS!  I watched it over and over like 10 times. If I were smart enough I would just post it on my blog here, but I'm not.  So you can go to this website to view it: &lt;br /&gt;http://videoguide.msn.com/play/movies/?pid=mgid:cms:mvideo:mtv.com:10202125&amp;v=mtv&amp;ocid=newmoontrailermtv&amp;gt1=42007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward and Jacob both look scrumpcious!  It looks like the characters look a lot more natural and less pasty than the first.  I heard they have a lot bigger budget than the first one.  I am so going to dress up as a vampire and be one of those nerds that goes to the midnight showing when it comes out!  He He He...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2438148795118211922?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2438148795118211922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2438148795118211922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2438148795118211922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2438148795118211922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon.html' title='NEW MOON!!!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-5799126016225548487</id><published>2009-05-20T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:34:46.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I FREAKING Love Reality T.V. ...PS GO KRIS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icebarrel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/kris-allen-ai-25feb09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 435px; height: 653px;" src="http://icebarrel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/kris-allen-ai-25feb09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people have problems with reality T.V.  I was talking to my mom about it today and she's like, "It's kind of funny how people get so caught up in it, when there are a lot of more important things to spend our time doing."  Okay, I totally agree with that, BUT it's just so fun to watch it!  And we need to have some fun in life, right?!  I can't say how happy I am that KRIS won Idol!  I really liked Adam, too, but I always root for the under-dog, and I like that Kris was so humble.  What was up with the skanky bikini girl?  Um, thought this was a family show.  Whatever I guess, if she wants to make a fool of herself, that's her deal.  I LUV A.I.&lt;br /&gt;I was so dissapointed last week with the outcome of The Biggest Loser.  I thought Helen looked dreadful.  I'm still glad Mike didn't win it.  Tara is the bomb diggity.  &lt;br /&gt;I also started watching The Bachelorette this week.  Wow, some of the guys are real tools.  It will be an interesting season.  Maybe she'll make the right decision the FIRST time around.  &lt;br /&gt;I've never watched, "So You Think You Can Dance", because that chick judge BUGS!  But maybe I'll get sucked into it.  &lt;br /&gt;I promise I promise I promise I do have a life besides T.V.  But, heck, kill me for watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5799126016225548487?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5799126016225548487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5799126016225548487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5799126016225548487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5799126016225548487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-freaking-love-reality-tv-ps-go-kris.html' title='I FREAKING Love Reality T.V. ...PS GO KRIS!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5020194894548446657</id><published>2009-05-20T19:30:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:14:59.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addi's First Trip to the Zoo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last week, Matt and I took Addi to the Hoggle Zoo for her first time. My parents got to come spend the day with us, too! It was so much fun going with my parents. It's so nice now that my dad is retired to spend more time with him. He would never admit it, but he is SERIOUSLY wrapped around Addi's finger. It's really cute. I guess she's not quite old enough to appreciate the zoo at this age. She was more obsessed with her shadow. Every time we go outside, she loves to stare at her shadow and wave her arm. Haha.. She did, however, really like the giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSy-hP7OoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/S0DafKurQ7w/s1600-h/img_2140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088245487680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSy-hP7OoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/S0DafKurQ7w/s400/img_2140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSyd3I_0hI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RAuewh2DNyM/s1600-h/img_2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338087684428517906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSyd3I_0hI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RAuewh2DNyM/s400/img_2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This giraffe was actually pregnant. I had no idea that giraffe's are pregnant for almost a year and a half!! Holy Cow, I thought we had it bad! I was like staring at the giraffe for the longest time trying to figure out how the baby giraffe was curled up in her. So bizarre! It was really cool to see, though. Addi really liked that part. She also really liked the parrot and the porky-pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSyzmX1-gI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uELGikGx7kw/s1600-h/img_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088057884506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSyzmX1-gI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uELGikGx7kw/s400/img_2134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSzSDA60jI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Na6f4O1joJ8/s1600-h/img_2143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088580969058866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSzSDA60jI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Na6f4O1joJ8/s400/img_2143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have put a carousel in since I've been there and that was really fun to ride on. I was too nervous to hold her on it, so Matt got to hold her and she really loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSzc5CJPDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2ror5VoTUUw/s1600-h/img_2147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088767268404274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSzc5CJPDI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2ror5VoTUUw/s400/img_2147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a couple more random pics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSzItQ9xZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JP6gXx-5WsM/s1600-h/img_2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088420511958418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSzItQ9xZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JP6gXx-5WsM/s400/img_2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSyo-TcJeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cNXsvPpMoKQ/s1600-h/img_2131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338087875329926626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSyo-TcJeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cNXsvPpMoKQ/s400/img_2131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, and finished off the night at Chilis, of course! Thanks Mom and Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5020194894548446657?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5020194894548446657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5020194894548446657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5020194894548446657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5020194894548446657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/05/addis-first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='Addi&apos;s First Trip to the Zoo!!!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/ShSy-hP7OoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/S0DafKurQ7w/s72-c/img_2140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3343684919733208318</id><published>2009-05-12T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:26:30.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously So Blessed</title><content type='html'>Tonight I've been struck with a hit of emotions.  I was watching American Idol and they showed a segment on "Idol gives back" and Carrie Underwood traveled to Africa to help the people there protect against malaria.  It was so touching!  I am such a sucker for those kinds of things.  It brings tears to my eyes.  Gosh, I am so blessed to live in a free country where we have sanitary homes and public places.  Then I was reading my sister in law, Jennifer's blog, and she posted the story of the highschool "nerd" who was carrying his books home on a Friday and a bunch of bullies pushed him over and knocked all of his books out of his hands.  A kind boy his age came over and befriended him.  THis "nerd" turned out to be quite popular and the valedictorian of his graduating class. At his valedictorian speech, he thanked that friend for helping him.  That weekend when he was carrying the books home, he was planning to kill himself, but never did because of his new friend.  I remember in elementary school, junior high and highschool there was specifically this one girl that was always in my classes, who was always being made fun of.  As we grew older and graduated highschool, I saw what a shame her life had been.  She had abusive boyfriends and no real friends, was pregnant and had zero support, and was alone and sad.  I have always thought about her and what her life could've been if maybe I had been a friend to her.  If even one person had befriended her maybe she wouldn't have had to go through some of those things.  I have to live with that regret, but I have learned a valuable lesson from it.  Never underestimate the power of a smile, or a 'hello', or 'let's hang out'.  I am so thankful to Heavenly Father for my life!  I have the best parents who taught me the best way to live.  My two sisters are incredible.  Beck is such an amazing example of patience, faith in trials, and purity.  Ness is so virtuous and sweet.  My two bros are rad.  Russ takes advantage of every opportunity thats out there and seizes the day.  Nate is so good with people and making them feel comfortable.  I love Matt with all my heart.  I knew long before I got married that there was only one person in the world that could put up with me.  I found him and will always love him.  Addi has brought new meaning to life.  She is completely 100% innocent and pure.  She makes me want to be much, much better.  i don't feel worthy to be her mom.  I love life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3343684919733208318?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3343684919733208318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3343684919733208318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3343684919733208318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3343684919733208318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously-so-blessed.html' title='Seriously So Blessed'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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-8685884155846772310.post-4759874871725844797</id><published>2009-05-07T21:20:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:10:53.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin the Heat in St. George</title><content type='html'>Last week Matt, Addi, me, my sis Beck and bro-in-law Nick all went down to play in the warm St. G! It was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;rockin blastin time&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; We left Thursday and stayed till Monday afternoon. It was a fun little getaway. Friday morning we went hiking to some old Indian Ruins. We took Addi with us in a baby backpack. I wasn't sure how she'd do in it but she really loved it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOmC7CmXEI/AAAAAAAAATo/yVJ4HEUbE-0/s1600-h/img_2099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333288952875342914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOmC7CmXEI/AAAAAAAAATo/yVJ4HEUbE-0/s400/img_2099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was a trooper and carried her up the whole way. It wasn't too hard of a hike so it was perfect for her! Here is a picture of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian Ruins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at the top of the mountain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOmfxm8IUI/AAAAAAAAATw/xDSOmoM_UdE/s1600-h/img_2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333289448559616322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOmfxm8IUI/AAAAAAAAATw/xDSOmoM_UdE/s400/img_2101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so fascinated with the rocks and nature. She just kept staring at it all taking it in. I decided to carry her on the way down and she was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;comfortable she fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, she can fall asleep in any position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOnD7RgtII/AAAAAAAAAT4/X_-KjxHihoQ/s1600-h/img_2103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333290069629383810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOnD7RgtII/AAAAAAAAAT4/X_-KjxHihoQ/s400/img_2103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So cute! Saturday we decided to go to Vegas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;BAD IDEA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Omi Holy, okay so first of all, we forgot the stroller. We took my sisters car down and the stroller was still in our car. So we got to the outlets and thought we could just rent a stroller. Nope they didn't have strollers to rent. So that was fun carrying her around the outlets in the freaking hot sun! She was starving and it was so busy there was nowhere to sit and feed her. So I sat on the dirty cement outside a store and fed her the bottle. I felt so homeless. Then she had her first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;blowout&lt;/span&gt; and got it all over her new outfit. I used up all the wipes so we were out of those too. We bought her a new outfit and decided we have got to find a Wal Mart or Target and buy her a stroller. Luckily Nick served in Vegas so he kind of knew the area. Well it took us an hour to find one and meanwhile she was starving again. We forgot a water bottle to make her her bottle so the poor thing was famished! We finally found the Walmart and got her a stroller, wipes and made her a bottle. By the time we got to the strip we were just worn out and cranky. My sis and I wanted to do some shopping so we braved the strip. I will never do that again with a baby. Poor little Addi. I want to cry thinking about it. Ugh Vegas makes me so mad with all the stupid Porn everywhere. I felt so dirty just walking there, and exposing Addi to it. Luckily she slept most of the time but she woke up in the casino with all the SMOKE. People were just staring at me like, "Why did you bring your baby here?" I felt like the worst mom. The one cool thing about Vegas was the Robot Silver Man. He was pretty awesome; he honestly looked just like a robot. Addison just stared at him with huge eyes. Yeah, he kind of scared me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOqBAGswxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Pr6X3bq5g3s/s1600-h/img_2105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333293317921489682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOqBAGswxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Pr6X3bq5g3s/s400/img_2105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry that was so long. The night ended well, we got out of there and had a good meal at Chilis. We also went swimming and thought we'd try Addi in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOqojcNRGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/h2EWtVuSJrw/s1600-h/img_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333293997421839458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOqojcNRGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/h2EWtVuSJrw/s400/img_2110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOq1F7k8eI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8GuRogF_gL8/s1600-h/img_2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333294212838650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOq1F7k8eI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8GuRogF_gL8/s400/img_2114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't quite like the water. She loves baths, but I think because the water was so cold it scared her. LOL&lt;br /&gt;That night we went for a drive with Scott and Kellee and their kids to a place called Pine Valley. It's about an hour out of St. G. Matt really wants to live there someday. Me, not so much. But it really is beautiful. It's in the mountains and they have a beatiful lake there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOraRl_MAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6oESI9Ni2oQ/s1600-h/img_2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333294851624480770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOraRl_MAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6oESI9Ni2oQ/s400/img_2116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we did some more shopping (Yikes!) and had lunch at The Players Sports Club (highly reccommend it) and headed home (Boo!). And of course we had to stop and get a pic at the famous HUGE ROCKING CHAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOr2xwq4uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YAm5FgKMpKM/s1600-h/img_2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333295341295559394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOr2xwq4uI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YAm5FgKMpKM/s400/img_2121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4759874871725844797?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4759874871725844797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4759874871725844797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4759874871725844797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4759874871725844797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-heat-in-st-george.html' title='Feelin the Heat in St. George'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SgOmC7CmXEI/AAAAAAAAATo/yVJ4HEUbE-0/s72-c/img_2099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-401082119735753680</id><published>2009-04-23T16:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:51:35.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today while I was cleaning the house, Addison was whiny so I put her on her rug and gave her her favorite toy.  It is her absolute all time favorite thing.  It is a frog magnet that Matt and I got in Mexico on our honeymoon.  It's the funniest frog, it has a bobble head and bobble legs.  That frog calms her down all the time.  Well she's learned how to flick her wrist, and so she kept flicking it's poor head off.  Then she would cry until I would come and put the head back on.  Then two seconds later she'd flick it off again.  Needless to say, I didn't get any cleaning done.  But seriously, what would I do without that frog?  He has saved my crying baby so many times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the frog with his head on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SfDvrxz5sMI/AAAAAAAAATg/QeoFUeuh6TE/s1600-h/img_2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021894563737794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SfDvrxz5sMI/AAAAAAAAATg/QeoFUeuh6TE/s320/img_2091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's starting to flick it here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SfDvhiJCIOI/AAAAAAAAATY/6OHLCWMgiC8/s1600-h/img_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021718558712034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SfDvhiJCIOI/AAAAAAAAATY/6OHLCWMgiC8/s320/img_2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there goes the poor head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SfDvXBBLGXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hVu_HcP5vkg/s1600-h/img_2094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021537868683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SfDvXBBLGXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hVu_HcP5vkg/s320/img_2094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-401082119735753680?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/401082119735753680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=401082119735753680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/401082119735753680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/401082119735753680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/04/froggy-time.html' title='Froggy Time'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SfDvrxz5sMI/AAAAAAAAATg/QeoFUeuh6TE/s72-c/img_2091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-5756698483145983648</id><published>2009-04-21T09:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:42:45.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Lake Half</title><content type='html'>The Salt Lake City Half Marathon turned out really well! I can honestly say I had a lot of fun doing it. I was pretty nervous on the way there, but right when we pulled up and I saw all of the people I got so excited. There were over 10,000 people there! It was incredible to see so many people working towards the same goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3lzOBfsZI/AAAAAAAAASw/OtkzH8VGEx4/s1600-h/img_2072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327166602349621650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3lzOBfsZI/AAAAAAAAASw/OtkzH8VGEx4/s320/img_2072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a live band (well it was more of a christian choir) that got us pumped up. I had to wait like 5 minutes after it started to start running because of all of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3mqFhWGCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XpG94aiM0PM/s1600-h/img_2070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327167544960096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3mqFhWGCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XpG94aiM0PM/s320/img_2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the race there was this guy in his yard cooking a huge breakfast. He was frying bacon and eggs and you couldsmell it for a mile I swear. Everyone was so mad at him. I just had to laugh. Honestly, does he think thats going to make us stop running!? All in all, it was a great time!  I am excited to run the Syracuse half on Memorial day!  I think I found a hobbie I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3pDy76SQI/AAAAAAAAATI/y1s1_2ciklM/s1600-h/img_2089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327170185671100674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3pDy76SQI/AAAAAAAAATI/y1s1_2ciklM/s200/img_2089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3o6g2vJ9I/AAAAAAAAATA/BcB2yvtL1wM/s1600-h/img_2087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327170026198738898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3o6g2vJ9I/AAAAAAAAATA/BcB2yvtL1wM/s200/img_2087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I look nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-5756698483145983648?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/5756698483145983648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=5756698483145983648' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5756698483145983648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/5756698483145983648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/04/salt-lake-half.html' title='Salt Lake Half'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Se3lzOBfsZI/AAAAAAAAASw/OtkzH8VGEx4/s72-c/img_2072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8237520792170505044</id><published>2009-04-16T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:08:49.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SCENTSY</title><content type='html'>I am in need (or want) of scentsy wax.  I'm about out and I don't know who to contact to get some more.  If anyone sells it or knows someone who sells it, please let me know.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8237520792170505044?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8237520792170505044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8237520792170505044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8237520792170505044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8237520792170505044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/04/scentsy.html' title='SCENTSY'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-4477189703016139872</id><published>2009-04-14T11:17:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:36:02.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late Easter!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone I hope you had a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Easter! We had a really great one this year because we got to take Miss Addison out around her cousins for the first time! My parents are out of the country so we just spent it with Matt's family. His parents had a really great buffet dinner and a fun &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;easter egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hunt for the grandchildren. Addi was so shocked to see so many little people like herself! I think she has thought all along that she's the only mini one in the world. All of her cousins loved seeing her and she felt the same I think! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SeTGXvwqTdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4q-93paHV28/s1600-h/img_2047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324598770718625234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SeTGXvwqTdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4q-93paHV28/s320/img_2047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SeTGrFoYNqI/AAAAAAAAASo/VuKJkKlC190/s1600-h/img_2062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324599103006979746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SeTGrFoYNqI/AAAAAAAAASo/VuKJkKlC190/s320/img_2062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She has been slobbering for a long time now, and I keep thinking she's teething but she hasn't gotten a tooth yet. I'm so confused about the whole thing. Yesterday she was so grouchy all day. I took her to WalMart with Matt and she was screaming so loud; it was so embarassing! That's how she was all bloody day. Last night when i was rocking her to sleep she out-of-the-blue started&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;screaming bloody murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;again! It was so sad; i don't know what was wrong. So we gave her some more teething tablets but it seriously took a half hour to calm her down. Then when she finally went to sleep she kept whimpering in her sleep. :( Poor little babe! She was like that all through the night, too. She'd wake up screaming. So I thought for sure she was teething but now today she's all happy and seems fine??? I'm so confused? Any advice would be fabulous. Is teething a longer process or does the tooth just come in one day? I need to do my reading on this subject. Anyway, hopefully today goes better :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-4477189703016139872?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/4477189703016139872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=4477189703016139872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4477189703016139872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/4477189703016139872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-late-easter.html' title='Happy Late Easter!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SeTGXvwqTdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4q-93paHV28/s72-c/img_2047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2578662003353166406</id><published>2009-04-08T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:54:45.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Words:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sd0rNb5Wc2I/AAAAAAAAASI/M4-q0fd3T1c/s1600-h/image001%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sd0rNb5Wc2I/AAAAAAAAASI/M4-q0fd3T1c/s320/image001%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2578662003353166406?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2578662003353166406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2578662003353166406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2578662003353166406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2578662003353166406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-words.html' title='Four Words:'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sd0rNb5Wc2I/AAAAAAAAASI/M4-q0fd3T1c/s72-c/image001%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-8267510832965540544</id><published>2009-04-08T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:52:28.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo!  6 month milestone!!</title><content type='html'>Addison had her 6 month fabulous checkup the other day.  It went AWESOME!!  Except for the shots of course :(  But she did so good and smiled and laughed at the nurses and doctor the whole time.  THe DR said that she is good to have visitors now!  And the cute little thing can go out in public, with caution.  Yesterday I took her to WalMart and Old Navy and she was so stinkin cute.  I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her little head, she was like in shock to be somewhere other than home.  YAY!  Im still a nervous wreck about it though.  Today I took her grocery shopping and there were all these old ladies there (they make me nervous) so I just bagged the whole thing and we ran out of there.  Ei Yei Yei.  Here is her progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight:  14 lbs 3 oz&lt;br /&gt;Height:  26 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she is doing well and growing well.  But the past few days, the stinker will not eat for anything.  My mom is the only one who can get her to eat.  I'm going crazy.  If anyone has tips... I'm open!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-8267510832965540544?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/8267510832965540544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=8267510832965540544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8267510832965540544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/8267510832965540544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahoo-6-month-milestone.html' title='Wahoo!  6 month milestone!!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-3852993169230125252</id><published>2009-03-30T08:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:24:00.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDUFbVKdeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r-sCpQwvSgw/s1600-h/img_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318984349625513442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDUFbVKdeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r-sCpQwvSgw/s200/img_2035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture above. Doesn't she look like a little doll? One of the nurses in the NICU crocheted this for her and now it fits! Perfect for the cold weather out huh? She's getting to be more and more fun... When she wakes up in the morning she just sings and gabs away. She is the happiest in the mornings for sure. Love Her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDUlx8g51I/AAAAAAAAAQw/nBqff4A-xo8/s1600-h/img_2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318984905451956050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDUlx8g51I/AAAAAAAAAQw/nBqff4A-xo8/s200/img_2037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't tell who she looks like. When I compare my baby pics she is the spitting image of me, but I can definately see Matt in her too. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDVCDHoVtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2huS86sMZI0/s1600-h/img_2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318985391098320594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDVCDHoVtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2huS86sMZI0/s200/img_2040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves to hang out with Daddy when he gets home from work. She especially loves to watch NBA games. Just like her mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDVnewIC9I/AAAAAAAAARA/EkwYvbXAkG8/s1600-h/img_2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318986034171087826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDVnewIC9I/AAAAAAAAARA/EkwYvbXAkG8/s200/img_2042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of her and I watching the Jazz play.  She took a look away to pose for a pic of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-3852993169230125252?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/3852993169230125252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=3852993169230125252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3852993169230125252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/3852993169230125252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/03/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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/_SK0A_tVjomc/SdDUFbVKdeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r-sCpQwvSgw/s72-c/img_2035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-80597358967469065</id><published>2009-03-29T12:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:32:10.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://ssl101.webhosting.optonline.net/peachsamericanfoods.com/merchantmanager/images/uploads/m&amp;amp;mpeanutbutter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://ssl101.webhosting.optonline.net/peachsamericanfoods.com/merchantmanager/images/uploads/m&amp;amp;mpeanutbutter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went grocery shopping and Albertsons had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;14 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bags of m&amp;amp;ms on sale for $1.88 and I bought two bags.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I told Matt to hide them from me. This morning I found them. One bag is completely gone.&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one who has eaten them.&lt;br /&gt;My tummy hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I have no self control when it comes to these tasty little buggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-80597358967469065?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/80597358967469065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=80597358967469065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/80597358967469065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/80597358967469065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-2901703639527019325</id><published>2009-03-23T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:04:19.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes.  Three and a half weeks left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://laurasmithart.com/smith/artwork/marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://laurasmithart.com/smith/artwork/marathon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am getting a little nervous about this half marathon coming up.  April 18th is the big day.  I am behind on my training due to a hurt ankle and bummed knee a month ago.  My heart starts to race and I get butterflies thinking about it.  I've never done this before.  I was going to postpone the half since I didn't think I was ready but the next one isn't until July 11!  I can't wait that long or I think I'll get bored with it.  I'm at 8.5 miles and I'm supposed to run 13.1 in 3 weeks??  If anyone has ANY advice I'd really appreciate it.  Things I can't run without:  Ipod, H2O, movies on my Ipod (won't be able to watch those on the big day), Ipod and Ipod.  what would I do without that blessed piece of plastic.  Last week my batteries died at 5 miles and I thought I would die!!  I'm going to be taking my Ipod and Matts on the big day so I can make sure I've got plenty of jams.  Thank you Lady GaGa and Fallout Boy for getting me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-2901703639527019325?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/2901703639527019325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=2901703639527019325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2901703639527019325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/2901703639527019325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/03/yikes-three-and-half-weeks-left.html' title='Yikes.  Three and a half weeks left.'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-7385717301321160951</id><published>2009-03-18T15:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:37:11.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Private</title><content type='html'>I know a few months ago I said I was going private and then I never did, BUT THIS time Im for sure.  I will go private next weekend.  So if you haven't left you email address please leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685884155846772310-7385717301321160951?l=mtivers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/feeds/7385717301321160951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685884155846772310&amp;postID=7385717301321160951' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7385717301321160951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685884155846772310/posts/default/7385717301321160951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtivers.blogspot.com/2009/03/private.html' title='Private'/><author><name>Matt, Tara &amp;amp; Addi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04278616687314394612</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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685884155846772310.post-738911122393227185</id><published>2009-03-17T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:15:05.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sb_Y_2rZEqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Y6cSndoZlJc/s1600-h/img_1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314204676841345698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK0A_tVjomc/Sb_Y_2rZEqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Y6cSndoZlJc/s200/img_1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weekends ago we were able to take off for a long weekend to St. George. Go figure the weekend before and the weekend after were in the mid 70's, but while we were there it was in the low 60's. But hey, I'm really not complaining because it was a heck of a lot nicer than utah county. We left Friday right after Matt got off work and headed down. Little did we know there would be a snow storm on the way down! Yeah, at one point there was a complete white-out and we had to pull off the side of the road. Addison did so good the whole time, she slept part of the way and just looked out the windo
