<?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-1114740905694398739</id><updated>2012-01-30T17:38:56.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Davis Less Then Daily</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7828344469072511842</id><published>2012-01-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:38:09.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Kicking</title><content type='html'>We are still alive and kicking. I am not sure how good I will be at this for a bit. I am low on any extra energy. We are dealing with a down right now, taking it day by day. I still head to Albuquerque once a week, with no signs of slowing. Harley is now going twice a month with us. We are trying to find a family counselor here in town. I am constantly meeting with the school to help Noah out the best we can.He is&amp;nbsp;very angry at this point. I let him beat me up with pillows&amp;nbsp;last night to try and help get his anger towards me out. &amp;nbsp;I am trying to work out and eat better, but let's face it candy and bed sound so much better for rushed of energy and hard crashes. I know healthy. We just found out that Scott is pretty much allergic to everything, but not dogs. We have to see how milk, wheat, oats, and eggs whites bother Scott. So a new menu to eliminate these and introduce them to see if they bother him or not needs to be made up. This will be interesting. So we are more insane then ever, if that is possible. Hopefully life will get a sense of normal back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7828344469072511842?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7828344469072511842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7828344469072511842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7828344469072511842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7828344469072511842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2012/01/still-kicking.html' title='Still Kicking'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5602016323394023806</id><published>2011-12-31T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:19:54.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>As the year comes to&amp;nbsp;an end I like to look back and reflect on the past year. This year is one I will gladly put behind me and look forward to a new one. This is the hardest year I have&amp;nbsp;faced and hope to ever face (unfortunately I do not think this will be). The year started off with a bang, Scott's Dad was going in for his second surgery to drain blood off his brain. Everything went well and we have not noticed any lasting damage. This was hard for the kids, because a few months before our sweet Nanny had fallen and hit her head. It was touch and&amp;nbsp; go for awhile, she had surgery to give her a feeding tube so she could eat, she was in a nursing home for several months and in now home with her sweetheart. We are thankful to still have her in our lives and cherish the time with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This year has also given us our hardest trial as a family and as individuals. Through it we have received many answers to questions and have begun the process of moving forward. I also have found my darkest and ugliest side that is just begging to come out. I am happy to say that most of the demons have been kept under lock and key and very much under control. Unfortunately other demons have been able&amp;nbsp; to seep their way into my life. I have become an extremely bitter person, due to the hurt I have allowed others to cause. I have question beliefs that I thought we a lot stronger then they are. On the flip side of that, I have found strength in myself that I didn't know was there. I have found forgiveness for those things which hurt the most. I have developed such true and strong bonds with friends that are so amazing. I am so thankful in how much they have helped me during the past year. I have been able to more fully realize the difference between judging a person, and discerning what is not healthy to have in my life. My family and marriage have never been stronger or more open. (We still have most days that feel like the impossible, but I can also say we are moving forward). I am also thankful that my relationship with my siblings and their spouses have grown stronger through the trials we have faced this last year. They have been so kind, loving and supportive and that is a great blessing to me. I have also felt a new bond being formed and new beginnings with Scott's family also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look forward to this upcoming year there is much to be excited about. I look forward to having the house all done and in order to sell. I look forward to having a fresh start. It will be good to de-junk the house. It is just to bad that once again we will finish the things we wanted to do just in time to move, well if the house sells ;) I am anxious to see where we will be a year from now. I hope I can look back and say that was hard, but not as hard as I thought looking back on it. I am excited to watch the kids as they perform in dance. I can't wait for Scott to take them on their first bear hunt, they are so excited for this. I love that Harley is wanting to learn how to sew this year, with her new sewing machine. I look forward to the time we will have together working on quilting and her and Kaylee's project of making skirts to donate to those in need. I will continue to cherish and dread the weekly trips to ABQ, hate the drive but love the time with the kids. As hard as things can be, there is so much to look forward to in life. It is just getting past the moment and ourselves to be able to see what there really is to look forward to and what really is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5602016323394023806?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5602016323394023806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5602016323394023806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5602016323394023806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5602016323394023806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4611787132768268460</id><published>2011-12-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:50:19.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDOhYcnTc40/TvwNkdAPEkI/AAAAAAAABII/FUFpc4NlOU4/s1600/155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDOhYcnTc40/TvwNkdAPEkI/AAAAAAAABII/FUFpc4NlOU4/s320/155.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a great Christmas this year. The kids were so excited to get to see all the family, even if we had the stomach flu going around. I was able to take the kids snowboarding one day, they went and shot guns another, they did laser tag, we had our knock-out game at the church with the Lacey's, Chanel put on A Night in Bethlehem, family pictures, and lots of other fun. I just wish everyone was feeling better so we could have had more time together. The kids also had us up @ 2:30 Christmas morning to open presents. We told them to head back to bed after a bit, but Harley was just too excited. She did get a good nap in after church (and some during). We all had a great time. We will miss everyone, but I will be happy to get some sleep ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-4611787132768268460?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4611787132768268460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4611787132768268460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4611787132768268460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4611787132768268460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDOhYcnTc40/TvwNkdAPEkI/AAAAAAAABII/FUFpc4NlOU4/s72-c/155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2789877068509101428</id><published>2011-12-22T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:12:20.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Miracle</title><content type='html'>This may not seem big to many, but to me it means the world. This past year has been a trying one, a little (or perhaps big) piece of each individual in the family has been lost. We are trying to get what we can back, but we are also forever changed, the kids most of all. Often this past year I have wondered if I will ever get some of that sweet innocence back. Through many trail and errors and trying everything possible, we slowly move forward and gain&amp;nbsp;glimpses of ourselves back. Yesterday I was able to see in the kids a part of them returning that I worried was forever lost. It may have just been a glimmer, but it was there. The journey will be long, but there is hope to have it return in a stronger and less fragile version of my sweet kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2789877068509101428?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2789877068509101428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2789877068509101428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2789877068509101428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2789877068509101428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-christmas-miracle.html' title='Our Christmas Miracle'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5289369988994423651</id><published>2011-12-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:55:59.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost HERE</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for Christmas! It is almost here! It is so much fun having family arrive almost daily! Please hurry and all get here. We can hardly wait!!! Santa was even so excited he dropped off a gift early last night so the kids could enjoy it with the cousins. Today is Scott's last day of work this week and I am ready to have some time with him. I don 't think I have been this excited for Christmas in a long time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5289369988994423651?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5289369988994423651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5289369988994423651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5289369988994423651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5289369988994423651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s Almost HERE'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-435993321103276143</id><published>2011-12-09T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:09:54.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHristmas Started Early this year</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Dad, we received some treats for Christmas a little early!!! Every so often we get points to redeem fro Dad and so this year we decided to replace the WII balance board that we keep meaning to for the past two year and also got the Wii Fit plus with it. I forgot how much fun that silly little board was! We also got new charger for the WII, may the WIImotes will stay charge (ha). I also was able to get a Kindle. I have wanted one forever. I just got the basic, that is all I really need. I really haven't been able to do much with it, but I LOVE it. So much nicer then carrying a book. It also came just in time to get the new book for Book Club that will be starting back up. Yeah! Needless to say, we are enjoying our pre-Christmas presents. Thanks Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-435993321103276143?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/435993321103276143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=435993321103276143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/435993321103276143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/435993321103276143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-started-early-this-year.html' title='CHristmas Started Early this year'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5425432599908593301</id><published>2011-12-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:39:45.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year for thanks giving we went to Utah. It was a fun and much needed relaxing time. Things were kept low key and stress free, just what we all needed. The kids had a blast with the cousins. Instead of heading out to the movies we rented some from Redbox and set up a concession stand in Nana's kitchen. The kids were in heaven. They each we given a certain amount of "money" and had to purchase tickets and treats. So much fun and I am sure a new tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0W66cZioGo/Tte-ftFdgbI/AAAAAAAABHY/-_SgQbke-3M/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0W66cZioGo/Tte-ftFdgbI/AAAAAAAABHY/-_SgQbke-3M/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-v5Yw3eFB4/Tte-rLWTi2I/AAAAAAAABHg/UtjjFbh8tso/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-v5Yw3eFB4/Tte-rLWTi2I/AAAAAAAABHg/UtjjFbh8tso/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lY73Yq78w0/Tte-3at38tI/AAAAAAAABHo/RJmD8L-Kylc/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lY73Yq78w0/Tte-3at38tI/AAAAAAAABHo/RJmD8L-Kylc/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5425432599908593301?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5425432599908593301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5425432599908593301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5425432599908593301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5425432599908593301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0W66cZioGo/Tte-ftFdgbI/AAAAAAAABHY/-_SgQbke-3M/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1209317944206190364</id><published>2011-11-07T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:19:35.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Right my Peeps</title><content type='html'>I am doing a giveaway over on my scarycute site and on facebook. Think of a Christmas gift!&amp;nbsp;So you better enter (family and friends) so it doesn't look so lame with no one entered and feel free to spread to word. Thanks for your support. I am trying to get this going a little more to help pay for that back and forth to ABQ every week (just to guilt you a little more ;) into helping me out. Thanks again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1209317944206190364?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1209317944206190364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1209317944206190364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1209317944206190364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1209317944206190364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-right-my-peeps.html' title='All Right my Peeps'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6413818358212336064</id><published>2011-10-28T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:05:35.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>Today while trying to get my burn on (aka trying to run or more jog) I looked back at the past year. It has brought challenges I never saw coming. They have brought so much anger, bitterness, sadness, anxiety, hopelessness, and depression into my life and those closest to me. This past week I decided that enough is enough, I know there are many hard days to come, but it is time to move forward and pick myself up. I am slowly getting back on top of my house, I was able to workout three times (hopefully four tomorrow) this week. There also have been many answers to questions that have been plaguing us that are finally becoming more clear. I have decided that I need to start a gratitude blog so that everyday (well hopefully a few times a week) I can sit down and look at the positive going on around me. So hopefully between getting my burn on and writing what I am grateful for I can pick myself up and get back some of me that has been lost for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6413818358212336064?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6413818358212336064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6413818358212336064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6413818358212336064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6413818358212336064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/10/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-930331498602516781</id><published>2011-09-27T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:55:29.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Legoland</title><content type='html'>After church we decided to take the kids to Legoland. The kids had a blast. They loved seeing all the cool things made out of Legos, they had a lot of fun on the rides, and it was nice that the line were not to long considering it was&amp;nbsp;the end of June. Harley wanted to get pictures of all the Lego creations she loved (my little shutter bug) and Noah was ready to ride the rides. I have to say my favorite was a Star Wars themed ride and it flung Scott and I around like crazy. It was some robotic arm looking thing. I love the thrill and Scott hates getting motion sick, but he is a good sport and goes on the rides with me. It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ra3qdOW2Bf8/ToI2F7dD2qI/AAAAAAAABFw/Y7RhYzvt1So/s1600/100_0759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ra3qdOW2Bf8/ToI2F7dD2qI/AAAAAAAABFw/Y7RhYzvt1So/s320/100_0759.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9Jhv8IJhb8/ToI2T4AauqI/AAAAAAAABF0/9V-pCPP-Neg/s1600/100_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9Jhv8IJhb8/ToI2T4AauqI/AAAAAAAABF0/9V-pCPP-Neg/s320/100_0737.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3JINy5NSNc/ToI2j3v3tbI/AAAAAAAABF4/Bj_3yp1n3x8/s1600/100_0751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3JINy5NSNc/ToI2j3v3tbI/AAAAAAAABF4/Bj_3yp1n3x8/s320/100_0751.JPG" width="320" /&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/1114740905694398739-930331498602516781?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/930331498602516781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=930331498602516781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/930331498602516781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/930331498602516781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/09/legoland.html' title='Legoland'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ra3qdOW2Bf8/ToI2F7dD2qI/AAAAAAAABFw/Y7RhYzvt1So/s72-c/100_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-3106041300548969519</id><published>2011-09-21T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:32:28.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN8wshPetUc/TnfP3yCQfII/AAAAAAAABFk/ZF8SGV02MKE/s1600/100_0688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN8wshPetUc/TnfP3yCQfII/AAAAAAAABFk/ZF8SGV02MKE/s320/100_0688.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KpAyo1U3FI/TnfQWePCevI/AAAAAAAABFs/fOUoFPPfM6Q/s1600/100_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KpAyo1U3FI/TnfQWePCevI/AAAAAAAABFs/fOUoFPPfM6Q/s320/100_0707.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The house we stayed at was a bout a block from the beach, so on Saturday we decided to head to the beach for the day. The kids had a blast. They all learned how to body surf and Scott even took the surf board out and go up on it a couple of times. They dug for sand crabs, built sand castles and even buried each other in the sand. It was a great way to spend the day with the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-3106041300548969519?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3106041300548969519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=3106041300548969519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3106041300548969519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3106041300548969519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-at-beach.html' title='A day at the beach'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN8wshPetUc/TnfP3yCQfII/AAAAAAAABFk/ZF8SGV02MKE/s72-c/100_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7085581476564019899</id><published>2011-09-15T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:51:40.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be...</title><content type='html'>I should be cleaning, painting, packing, working on my assignments for young women's, catching up on my blog, calling my family I miss so much, being less self-absorbed, and the list goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead... I am taking a minute for me, catching up on what is going on in other's lives, daydreaming about what our next chapter might bring and being scared to death of not knowing what will happen, trying to learn some patience (still not working), thinking I should get a few of the above list done (but not), probably going to run to Hobby Lobby to look for items needed to work on some projects (which does include young women's so that works, or at least I will tell myself that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7085581476564019899?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7085581476564019899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7085581476564019899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7085581476564019899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7085581476564019899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should-be.html' title='I should be...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-842617048117860636</id><published>2011-08-29T09:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:12:19.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to San Diego</title><content type='html'>A few days after we arrived back home from Price, we turned around and headed to San Diego for Mikael's wedding!! We left after work one night and drove until I couldn't see straight anymore. Scott wanted to keep going, but I knew he had less sleep then me. The next morning we woke up and head on our way as quick as we could. Of course we were stopped by the "Fruit Police" to which Scott only rolled by slowly (not stopping at all) with a partially rolled down window and yelled "We don't have any fruit, just Drugs!" To which the "Fruit Police" lady responded "We only care about fruit." We all had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had to make go through two border patrol stops. One we were waved through quickly and the second we were questioned if we had any one or thing illegal. Seriously, who answers yes? So Scott decided to let them know that we were just smuggling the kids. The patrol officer just laughed and said we could toss them over the border and they would pick up Spanish fast.&amp;nbsp; Then we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We decided to head straight to the San Diego Zoo since we had just enough time and may things we wanted to cram in the trip. The kids LOVED it! They loved the kolas and giraffes the most. Maybe it was just Harley that loved those, but that is all I have heard about and can think of now. Here are a couple pics, of the probably 100-200 the kids and I took just of the Zoo (not exaggerating either)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEFNhaiAJXI/TluxI_Bj6qI/AAAAAAAABFQ/T8HzEgnVp2A/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEFNhaiAJXI/TluxI_Bj6qI/AAAAAAAABFQ/T8HzEgnVp2A/s320/106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKZgggMCs0c/TlutUiG9iII/AAAAAAAABFI/5T1D3X64Egg/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hKZgggMCs0c/TlutUiG9iII/AAAAAAAABFI/5T1D3X64Egg/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /&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/1114740905694398739-842617048117860636?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/842617048117860636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=842617048117860636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/842617048117860636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/842617048117860636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/08/mikaels-wedding.html' title='Heading to San Diego'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEFNhaiAJXI/TluxI_Bj6qI/AAAAAAAABFQ/T8HzEgnVp2A/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8313944976641412609</id><published>2011-08-08T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:07:21.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In June we headed up to Price for Scott to do the Lunatic Triathlon. It starts at 10 pm and is SO much fun. He did great he beat all his goal times for the run, bike and swim (even doing an extra 100). He came in 14th overall. I am so proud of him and it is SO much fun for the kids and I to watch him.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvsIWbYEaXs/TkBdcwx8IhI/AAAAAAAABE4/oDh2OOzw-zk/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvsIWbYEaXs/TkBdcwx8IhI/AAAAAAAABE4/oDh2OOzw-zk/s320/019.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-8313944976641412609?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8313944976641412609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8313944976641412609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8313944976641412609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8313944976641412609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/08/lunatic.html' title='Lunatic'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvsIWbYEaXs/TkBdcwx8IhI/AAAAAAAABE4/oDh2OOzw-zk/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8716783892892793657</id><published>2011-07-26T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:24:43.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Busy Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I always love summer and how relaxed it is, as far as schedules go. We have been on the move since June and it has been a blast. We started summer out with Scout Day Camp, an interesting and thankfully end to that era. It was based around sports this year. There were a few fun things to do, but a lot of down and boredom time for my boys. Thankfully I had a great group of boys and we tried to make the best of it. Noah really enjoyed the baseball card collection, and that is only because he wanted to&amp;nbsp;hook his cousins up with some Giants cards. He also enjoys BB guns and archery (but the leaders were a bit grouchy this year and unfortunately I had to talk with them about being nicer to the boys). Noah and I ended up ditching the last night that was special for the Webelos. He had his fill the other four days of camp, and I must admit I wasn't heart broken to not go. It was fun to get to spend a week with Noah at the beginning on the summer. That is about all I will take from that camp, but I love to get the time with my kids even if it isn't the most exciting things we are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh2Y1TdX0GE/Ti8ENXezvVI/AAAAAAAABEc/hRs-6lZF_vQ/s1600/100_0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh2Y1TdX0GE/Ti8ENXezvVI/AAAAAAAABEc/hRs-6lZF_vQ/s320/100_0482.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stZXWSHRt20/Ti8D6SmRppI/AAAAAAAABEY/F7cUvZP22tQ/s1600/100_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stZXWSHRt20/Ti8D6SmRppI/AAAAAAAABEY/F7cUvZP22tQ/s320/100_0478.JPG" t$="true" width="213" /&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/1114740905694398739-8716783892892793657?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8716783892892793657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8716783892892793657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8716783892892793657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8716783892892793657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/crazy-busy-summer.html' title='Crazy Busy Summer'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh2Y1TdX0GE/Ti8ENXezvVI/AAAAAAAABEc/hRs-6lZF_vQ/s72-c/100_0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5549824662821015059</id><published>2011-06-20T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:06:46.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing  Colors</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing many colors in the past two days. It all started out with seeing red, and I mean blood red. It faded away and returned this morning in more of a bright Fuchsia tone, not totally red but a hue of it. After some time I started to see blue, a grey blue. It is amazing all the colors we can see and that the seeing red really stems from the deep down blueish-grey that is really at the root of it all. Then if we are no careful the black begins to sneak its way in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It seems these days we are fighting off the black more often then not at our house. It can so easily envelope us as we go through our trials. We tug and pull and try and swim our way through at times. Some days all it takes is a little breeze to blow it away and others seem to surround you no matter how frantically you try and keep the black away. This year is full of trials around here, and in some respects I know exactly what to do and in others I am in complete confusion and loss at how to handle what is thrown at me and my loved ones. As a parent we try to set the example of how to handle situations and turn to our Heavenly Father for help. We have to show patience in getting the answers we need, but it is hard at times. We long to make it all well and happy and safe, but that truly is not our reality raising a family today. It can all seem a bit overwhelming to fight off the blackness that can so easily engulf us. As I have struggled with this today a thought popped into my head, maybe it is just opening our eyes to let the light in is all it takes. Enjoy all the beautiful colors that come with the black. There is beauty in the blueish-grey, the red, the fuchsia and every other color out there we see (or feel). Because if we did not feel these things we can not grow and become stronger. That just doesn't mean I have to like it, but I can grow from it and enjoy the rainbow that will eventually make it's way back through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVN8iDaDiX4/TgAl8UpDeqI/AAAAAAAABDs/ofsavbQ3Qbs/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVN8iDaDiX4/TgAl8UpDeqI/AAAAAAAABDs/ofsavbQ3Qbs/s320/035.JPG" width="213" /&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/1114740905694398739-5549824662821015059?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5549824662821015059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5549824662821015059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5549824662821015059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5549824662821015059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/seeing-colors.html' title='Seeing  Colors'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVN8iDaDiX4/TgAl8UpDeqI/AAAAAAAABDs/ofsavbQ3Qbs/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6464701414006730324</id><published>2011-05-24T19:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:46:58.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHOO!!!</title><content type='html'>Only a half a day of school left and no lunch to pack tomorrow!!!!! Just thought everyone would like to celebrate. Maybe I will get around to posting end of the year pictures, but I promise nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6464701414006730324?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6464701414006730324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6464701414006730324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6464701414006730324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6464701414006730324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/05/wahoo.html' title='WAHOO!!!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-3328538282964494102</id><published>2011-05-01T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:46:27.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Misty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iw_gYZCT634/Tb4MjD4sP4I/AAAAAAAABCo/s6QrOlaEjWY/s1600/100_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iw_gYZCT634/Tb4MjD4sP4I/AAAAAAAABCo/s6QrOlaEjWY/s320/100_0335.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHOpLMY_-SU/Tb4MuE9b1sI/AAAAAAAABCs/W-qh5k7Zzqw/s1600/100_0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHOpLMY_-SU/Tb4MuE9b1sI/AAAAAAAABCs/W-qh5k7Zzqw/s320/100_0334.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LgnM7p67eas/Tb4M85fCj3I/AAAAAAAABCw/XpBtuF30nro/s1600/100_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LgnM7p67eas/Tb4M85fCj3I/AAAAAAAABCw/XpBtuF30nro/s320/100_0343.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have had our new puppy for a little while now and the kids (and me) are loving her. With that being said I must admit we have a knack for picking out stubborn dogs. She is determined and not the easiest to potty train so far. I keep telling myself that she is still pretty young and we need to have patients. How much the kids love her is worth it though. She loves them a ton already too. She whines while they are at school and lays by Noah's bed waiting for him to get home or under Harley's bed sometimes. She is going to be a great friend to the kids, just like I remember my dobby Angie being to us when we were growing up. I just wonder if she will realize that she is not a lap dog when she is fully grown, because she likes to be all up in your business and having company at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-3328538282964494102?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3328538282964494102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=3328538282964494102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3328538282964494102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3328538282964494102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-little-misty.html' title='Our Little Misty'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iw_gYZCT634/Tb4MjD4sP4I/AAAAAAAABCo/s6QrOlaEjWY/s72-c/100_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2996848787539266795</id><published>2011-04-06T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:33:11.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I am over a month behind on posting this, but at least I am finally doing it. Noah turned ten this year. He was so excited. All he really wanted was a camera, oh and a new Pokemon game. Scott had to work the night of Noah's birthday so he opened a his presents before Scott left. He was thrilled to get his camera and some new digs for the summer.The kids and I celebrated a little at the house that night with giant cupcakes. His family party would be on Sunday with a Coldstone Red velvet and Cookie Dough Cake, and dinner too. It was a great birthday and he is having a blast snapping pictures of the most random things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqzTGxssmVg/TZy_Q8HDPcI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DKZIIRkO9i4/s1600/100_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqzTGxssmVg/TZy_Q8HDPcI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DKZIIRkO9i4/s320/100_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6W8bWyQuVqc/TZy_be8-KMI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Mfd9Q3ITtuA/s1600/100_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6W8bWyQuVqc/TZy_be8-KMI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Mfd9Q3ITtuA/s320/100_0098.JPG" width="240" /&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/1114740905694398739-2996848787539266795?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2996848787539266795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2996848787539266795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2996848787539266795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2996848787539266795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/04/noahs-birthday.html' title='Noah&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqzTGxssmVg/TZy_Q8HDPcI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DKZIIRkO9i4/s72-c/100_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4029118828062077397</id><published>2011-03-26T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:06:27.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addition to the family</title><content type='html'>We just randomly decided to add another member to the family today. OK not so randomly, there is a purpose behind our thinking. We are going to add another girl to the family. We will get her Easter weekend, hopefully. And who are we adding you might ask. A new Doberman Pinscher puppy. We are having my sister go and check out the family she comes from and her personality to make sure she is a good fit with the family. She currently lives in Utah. We think the puppy we are getting is the grey on with the face looking out at us (not totally sure on that though). She is the owners favorite of the litter, so that is a good sign. We decided to get a Dobby for several reasons. One being Noah has been having nightmares lately and we hoped that a bigger dog would help out, Scott like the protection of one, I miss running with my old dobby Mercedes, and I said the only way we can ever get another pet is if it is a Doberman. So there we have it. The next month will be torture waiting for new arrival for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v83NnzmpnXc/TY6ZFnYALjI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/xJ6t09gU0Cc/s1600/5205304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v83NnzmpnXc/TY6ZFnYALjI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/xJ6t09gU0Cc/s320/5205304.jpg" width="320" /&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/1114740905694398739-4029118828062077397?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4029118828062077397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4029118828062077397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4029118828062077397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4029118828062077397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-addition-to-family.html' title='A new addition to the family'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v83NnzmpnXc/TY6ZFnYALjI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/xJ6t09gU0Cc/s72-c/5205304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-192588258253988617</id><published>2011-03-23T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:44:50.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Amazing</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how life comes at us throwing trials in our way. The way we take these trials can really build our character or destroy us. As of late I have rediscovered the things that are most precious to me (My Family, the gospel, Heavenly Fathers tender love, what peace the atonement can give in our loves, the love Jesus has for us all, the power of prayer, the comfort of scriptures, priesthood blessings, blessing of the temple). It amazes me how quickly life can be completely turned upside down and we feel as we are being tossed about in a storm like a rag doll, but turning to our Heavenly Father can calm me on the inside to deal with the chaos going on about me. To give me the words I would never have on my own, to give me love and compassion when I thought it was not possible, to increase my love ten fold, and to humble me more then the smallest piece of dirt. I hope through all I do, many mistakes and all, that I can try and learn from my difficult times and grow and not become bitter and hateful. I am grateful for the peace I feel in the center of the storm. I am grateful to have a husband to helps to keep me grounded and stand by my side. I am truly blessed to have a great husband by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-192588258253988617?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/192588258253988617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=192588258253988617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/192588258253988617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/192588258253988617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6399754079026676642</id><published>2011-03-02T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:25:21.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somedays Life just gets to you...</title><content type='html'>And I had one of those days yesterday. ;) I never have enough hours or energy to get it all done, as&amp;nbsp;I am sure everyone knows. I am not super women/mom and that is ok. After having a major melt down yesterday afternoon (after walking in to a house full of freshly cleaned rocks and every towel in the house dirty, after just washing. folding and putting them away) I realized that I NEED to chill. I have been trying to work on this concept for awhile, but it is not taking so well.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life seem more then I can handle with non-stop doctor appointments, dentist appointments, church callings, cleaning, running, school projects, homework, grocery shopping and on and on... (you know the drill) So, I guess if my house doesn't get cleaned the way I want or at all this week, life will go on. I just wish I knew how or had the energy to do a little more and save my sanity, what little is left of it anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6399754079026676642?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6399754079026676642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6399754079026676642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6399754079026676642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6399754079026676642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/03/somedays-life-just-gets-to-you.html' title='Somedays Life just gets to you...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7370629858958045441</id><published>2011-02-09T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:03:20.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom will you...</title><content type='html'>"Mom will you come here and tell me how good my drawling are?" asks Noah after school. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As he walks in and see's me typing this he says "Someone is going to see it and say Awe and then tell someone else and they will say, He's not MANLY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7370629858958045441?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7370629858958045441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7370629858958045441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7370629858958045441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7370629858958045441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/02/mom-will-you.html' title='Mom will you...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2483927955978297535</id><published>2011-02-07T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:22:49.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Party For Harley</title><content type='html'>I am so sad that Friday will be my last Party for Harley!! (and a little excited too, I am getting sick of all the parties, but not enough to not be sad)&amp;nbsp;I can't believe she is already almost done with elementary school!! Time flies too fast, it seems like yesterday we were getting her ready for kindergarten. She would cry at the door everyday and I would just turn around and walk off to leave her to deal with it (my heart breaking with every step I took). Now I am being told how unfair it is that Scott and I get to make all the decisions in her life with tears (this stems from a conversation on which high school she would get to go to). I still can't get over how quickly life passes me by these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2483927955978297535?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2483927955978297535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2483927955978297535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2483927955978297535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2483927955978297535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-last-party-for-harley.html' title='My Last Party For Harley'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7485729064281770347</id><published>2011-02-03T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:03:39.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>I hate having my children grow up and face new challenges and learning experiences. I have to admit I am so happy and proud to be blessed with great children (somewhere they mixed up giving us our payback trouble makers, but don't let anyone know). And what exactly am I talking about you might ask, well I will tell you. It all starts with a birthday party, a spend the night one at that. I am not a fan, but I have a great daughter who is a good girl. All week I tossed the idea around of letting her stay the night and just letting her have a late night. Finally Scott and I decided that we'd just let her stay the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after she is home she comes to me and lets me know a couple of the girls decide to play True or Dare (a game not allowed in our house, because I know what starts happening as kids get older). She told them that she is not allowed to play and sits out and does her own thing. By this time the parents are asleep and unaware of what is going on. One of the girls dares everyone to get naked in front of each other. A couple of girls decided to opt out, obviously including Harley, so they have to go hang out in the closet. The girls who decided to participate were stinkers to those who didn't want to do this, knowing that it not ok. Harley said it stunk to be treated badly for standing up for what is right, but she would rather have that then do something she knows wasn't right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that Harley will come and talk to me about these things. I am so thankful that she is a strong individual that will stand up for the values she believes in. I am thankful for the&amp;nbsp;prompting&amp;nbsp;to teach her we don't play truth or dare at a young age. I have been blessed with a daughter who is far better and stronger then me ( my son is too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson of the story is...no sleepovers, no truth or dare, and it sucks to have your children grow up and have to worry about these kinds of things,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7485729064281770347?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7485729064281770347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7485729064281770347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7485729064281770347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7485729064281770347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/02/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4423871032811432345</id><published>2011-02-01T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:38:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of my rope</title><content type='html'>Today I am overly stressed. I don't know why I started the day that way. Maybe it is because I feel so far behind and wish that my house was cleaner and I didn't have a mountain of laundry sitting on my couch to clean. Who knows? Needless to say I woke up in a crappy mood. I can't talk myself into a run this morning, I just am so tired and my legs feel so fatigued, so I opt for yoga and hope that helps. I feel a little better and start to daily routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am getting things done I feel pretty good and my mood starts to improve. I may get to a good point today. I start getting a few things done in Harley's room and notice there are some things shoved under her bed, a constant fight around here. So I start pulling things out to make a pile for her to clean up when she gets home. Then I grab something sticky and gross. So I start digging more. There is this creamish-brownish goo all over the place. The girl decided to disobey me last night and sneak make a concoction that is supposed to be an awesome conditioner that make your hair super shiny. All I can remember that is in it is evaporated milk and honey. No wonder why it smells like dough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am livid. Now the carpet has a yellowish stain (not the first or the last). That isn't even the part that bothers me the most. It is the blatant disregard to my "Not tonight, we can do it this weekend when we are not so crazy." (FYI This is a terrible busy week) You think that it is probably good that I have time before she gets home to cool down, that is what I thought at first. Now i realize that I am just going to have a few hours to stew and get worked up, so let's pray getting this written down helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off my dumb dog decided to tear apart the trash can! I need to be minus two dogs or a child right now. Have I ever mentioned I hate my dogs? Well I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-4423871032811432345?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4423871032811432345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4423871032811432345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4423871032811432345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4423871032811432345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-end-of-my-rope.html' title='At the end of my rope'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-9038316703694945898</id><published>2011-01-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:51:59.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Tested</title><content type='html'>This upcoming half marathon in March is one that will be a test for me. I don't remember it being so hard last time. In the two years since I last did this I have had a few set backs (like adding on some good old poundage and just in general not feeling well). I signed up to give myself a jump start on getting back to a healthier-happier life, praying that I didn't get drawn in the lottery. Needless to say I did. Excitement runs through my veins at the thought of doing it again and dread for the lack of running over the last year and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come January first I jump all in and am determined to make it happen. I feel like a rock star being able to go from no running to four miles by the end of the week, even if it is slow (11 min miles). The next week I rock out another five. I am on fire! The distraction of having to head to Utah once again for my Father-in-law to undergo draining blood off the brain (for a second time)&amp;nbsp;doesn't stop me. I make sure to get my running in early that week. The blisters are already forming and testing my resolve to battle through the pain of constant blisters on my arches. I know I can do it, but I really don't want to, but I will. I also am starting to chaff a little, but no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday I came down with a nasty cold/flu/cough. By Wednesday I could hardly talk. By Thursday I knew I had laryngitis. Great a week of training lost. By Sunday I am feeling slightly better and hopefully that on Monday I can run a little or at least walk some. Yeah right, I get a stomach bug. Tuesday I feel better, but decide to give my body one more day.&amp;nbsp; Today I went right out the door, dropped the kids off at school&amp;nbsp; and headed to the treadmill at Mom's. I hoped to get a mile or two in before a coughing fit overcame me. I made it three. It felt great. I didn't realize how much pent up stress/anger had built over the past week and a half without running. I walked a quarter of a mile to warm up and cool down. I feel pretty good, but can tell that I am getting over being sick. The worst part of it all. I rubbed a descent amount of skin off from my sports bra and it is killing me. I guess this one is not going to come easy, but I will prevail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-9038316703694945898?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/9038316703694945898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=9038316703694945898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/9038316703694945898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/9038316703694945898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-tested.html' title='Being Tested'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7657753757036482041</id><published>2011-01-25T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:34:15.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Phone Call</title><content type='html'>Today I get a call from the owner of the Dance studio that the kids take classes from. She wanted to check and see if things were OK. Noah has missed the past two classes of Break dancing class. One week were went up to see Jon after getting blood drained off of his brain and the next we were all sick. Noah's instructor was worried about him and wanted to make sure everything was OK and wanted to make sure he hadn't quit. I told them that he hadn't and about our crazy life. The owner said, "Oh good."..." Noah is one of his favorite in the group and is on the front row for the performance." I know Pride is bad, but it sure makes a Mom proud to hear that (even if we are constantly trying to harness all that energy into a stronger break dancer and not so much spazziness).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7657753757036482041?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7657753757036482041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7657753757036482041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7657753757036482041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7657753757036482041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-phone-call.html' title='A Sweet Phone Call'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1485433262155878876</id><published>2011-01-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:00:37.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Old</title><content type='html'>It&amp;nbsp; is getting old being sick. I started to come down with a cough over the weekend and I hoped it was just a little bug. We got back in town late Sunday and it went down hill from there. I pretty much just&amp;nbsp;layed around and got little accomplished this week and I'm sick of it. The cough got worse, the body aches came, my throat got sore and then I lost my voice. I am slowly getting it back, thankfully. I told Scott that most men would be happy to have their wives loose their voice but not him. He wanted to ask twenty questions on everything. It was hard to squeak the answers out and I tried to get him to ask yes or no questions so I could just shake my head. Instead I got multiple choice. I am sick of drowning in water and eating endless supplies of oatmeal and chicken noodle soup, but that is all I've been able to handle. Hopefully it will be over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1485433262155878876?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1485433262155878876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1485433262155878876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1485433262155878876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1485433262155878876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-getting-old.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Old'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2154832087858015972</id><published>2011-01-11T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:34:48.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I won something!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I joined a site &lt;a href="http://scrapbookchallenges.ning.com/"&gt;Scrapbooking Challenges&lt;/a&gt; to help give me inspiration and fun with my scrapbooking. Over the weekend you had to do a layout and go to everyone's blog and check theirs out. I thought it would be fun , so I did it. Today I found out I won one of the prizes. I am so excited, I could use a pick me up and it is super cute . Check it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/-9RvG6dn9NPuTErQKKe5TLJdcVmR9Z6HNbj0DVzp9lAlgDkJUEJk*YMAe4l5HZrhN4Gp6BYwhm0A9sBMCOZelAIBXXUJLTQR/BeMine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://api.ning.com/files/-9RvG6dn9NPuTErQKKe5TLJdcVmR9Z6HNbj0DVzp9lAlgDkJUEJk*YMAe4l5HZrhN4Gp6BYwhm0A9sBMCOZelAIBXXUJLTQR/BeMine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can check out my page I made &lt;a href="http://scarycutecreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's fun to win something and get some scrapbooking done at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2154832087858015972?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2154832087858015972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2154832087858015972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2154832087858015972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2154832087858015972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-believe-i-won-something.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I won something!!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7963277839072347768</id><published>2011-01-06T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:16:31.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my goals this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am not a big New Year's Resolution person, but I do have goals I set every so often. One I am hoping to accomplish this year is getting my scrapbooks done for 2004 and 2005. I am only doing two complete year because I realized 2004 was a little slim on pictures. I wondered why I was such a slacker, I know we all have those years, and then I remembered that it was the year we moved to Farmington. The first part of the year was filled with Scott starting back to school online and me getting the house ready to sell (painting, fixing, cleaning out, and all that fun stuff). We had decided to move and didn't tell&amp;nbsp; anyone for a long time, we were worried about Scott keeping his job until we were prepared to move. So, needless to say, it was a crazy year. I probably still have a ton of pictures when I get right down to it, just not the usual 1000 or so of each kid ;) I know a lot of people think I am crazy doing this being so far behind, but I just can't resist the walk down memory lane and these cute faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TSYi6vpM9aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0WetB1Z_TwU/s1600/My+favorite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TSYi6vpM9aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0WetB1Z_TwU/s320/My+favorite.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TSYi216mfOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tOfKt_uW8_w/s1600/Little+Miss+Stinker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TSYi216mfOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tOfKt_uW8_w/s320/Little+Miss+Stinker.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are classic Harley and Noah faces that are made to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7963277839072347768?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7963277839072347768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7963277839072347768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7963277839072347768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7963277839072347768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-my-goals-this-year.html' title='One of my goals this year'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TSYi6vpM9aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0WetB1Z_TwU/s72-c/My+favorite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7525413926584347398</id><published>2011-01-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:10:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought I'd let you know</title><content type='html'>I am freaking out right now about getting into the Moab Half! I really don't know how I am going to do it. I feel like my mind is defeating me without even trying! I need a serious and quick attitude adjustment! I hope to prove myself wrong in the end, but right now it all just seems impossible. I just need to adopt the I can do this mantra. Only time will tell at this point. It will be a to finish and not for time on this one I'm afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7525413926584347398?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7525413926584347398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7525413926584347398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7525413926584347398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7525413926584347398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-thought-id-let-you-know.html' title='Just thought I&apos;d let you know'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-282783199188224594</id><published>2010-12-31T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:01:47.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An End to Another Year</title><content type='html'>As this year winds down I am sad at it's passing and ready to move on all at the same time. We have finished the year with a bang and whirl-wind trip to Utah to see Jon. We heard about his head injury on Monday night and left within an hour or two. The roads were empty and a beautifully clear. It&amp;nbsp;was a great trip up, but by the arrival time of 2-ish in the morning, we were ready to be there. The next morning Scott went up to Provo with his Dad to see what needed to be done. They did another CAT Scan and had him in surgery in 15 mins to drain the blood off his brain. They said it would be about three hours in surgery, but had him out in a little over and hour and into the ICU unit. I settled the kids and headed up to see them. I arrived about 20 minutes before visiting hours were over and was able to watch them check all his vitals and empty and measure his blood draining from his brain. And let me tell you it was gross, and yet I had to watch. Oh how far this family has brought me to deal with the gross and disgusting. After that we headed to dinner with Jon's wife and friends until we could visit again. I sat in waiting room while Scott and Susan went to visit with Jon some more (only two in a room at a time). Then I went in really quick to say good-bye for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day brought tons of snow and terrible roads. And the next day was only a little better. Jon was improving and they were talking of taking out&amp;nbsp; the drain, so we decided we better head home. It was a LONG and SLICK drive, but we made it safe. Unfortunately when we got home our phones and Internet were not working. So I has to call out the qwest people to come fix it today. An obviously they got it working after working on the box outside and buying a new wireless modem machine thingie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of this year has been spent trying to get things back in order (unsuccessfully, but who really cares), running errands, getting Scott ready for a deer hunt, visiting Nanny, laundry and now waiting for someone from the gas company to come and see where all that natural gas smell (you know that intoxicating rotten egg smell) is coming from. Let's hope we done end the year with too big of a bang! ;) I know cheesy! To bad we have to ruin someone New Year's Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-282783199188224594?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/282783199188224594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=282783199188224594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/282783199188224594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/282783199188224594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-to-another-year.html' title='An End to Another Year'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5780637598844887274</id><published>2010-12-28T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:24:45.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life comes at you fast sometimes</title><content type='html'>We are just wrapping up from a great Christmas break and not ready to have Scott go back to work. He will be leaving at the end of the week to go on a hunting trip and I know this next week will bring craziness. Well, I was right on the craziness, just not on what the cause of it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Scott gets a call from his Dad that he is headed to the hospital that night or this morning to get blood drained off of his brain. WHAT?!? is what we all were thinking. I guess he fell at the beginning of the month and has gotten increasingly worse headaches. So he went to the doctor and got a cat scan done. There is blood on the brain and they are not cure what all has to be done. So we hurry and pack ourselves up and head out at 9 last night to get to Price around 2 this morning. We get a little sleep and the Scott's Dad calls and let's Scott know he is ready to head up. So they are on their way (hopefully there) and getting things checked out seeing what exactly has to be done. We are not sure if he is still bleeding on his brain or not. So I anxiously wait for the news and get ready for the day, settle the kids and pray for the best. I'm thinking these last minute emergency visits to Utah after Christmas need to stop. We should just be coming up for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5780637598844887274?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5780637598844887274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5780637598844887274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5780637598844887274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5780637598844887274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-comes-at-you-fast-sometimes.html' title='Life comes at you fast sometimes'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4690808170056570735</id><published>2010-12-18T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:01:12.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGHH!</title><content type='html'>I think I am finally done with ALL my Christmas shopping. Now I have a couple things to wrap and put together and then I am done!!! I have once again realized this Christmas Season that I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a shopper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-4690808170056570735?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4690808170056570735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4690808170056570735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4690808170056570735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4690808170056570735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/12/ughh.html' title='UGHH!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2997913977379264300</id><published>2010-12-02T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:09:12.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy busy theses days and it doesn't help to have stomach flu running around and having a heyday at our house. So with that being said, I have a little bit of catching up to do. The kids had a fun spirit/reading week at school. I started with the intentions of taking a picture each day, but alas it did not happen. I know you're all shocked! I did get the crazy hair day , crazy sock day and crazy hat day. Three out of five isn't so bad. So here are the pictures of the dos the kids decided to go with. Harley wanted the braids sticking straight up and Noah went for the Mohawk. They had lots of fun. Wish me luck on getting caught up on other postings. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TPgIsxQMO0I/AAAAAAAAA54/T2gADTsnoJU/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TPgIsxQMO0I/AAAAAAAAA54/T2gADTsnoJU/s320/010.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TPgIzINt2FI/AAAAAAAAA58/sGI3eV7mpYU/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TPgIzINt2FI/AAAAAAAAA58/sGI3eV7mpYU/s320/011.JPG" width="213" /&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/1114740905694398739-2997913977379264300?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2997913977379264300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2997913977379264300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2997913977379264300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2997913977379264300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/12/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TPgIsxQMO0I/AAAAAAAAA54/T2gADTsnoJU/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8159405743809674671</id><published>2010-11-16T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:37:18.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the year really almost over??!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TOKkqV-PN5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TT7WXwXD88E/s1600/SDC11038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TOKkqV-PN5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TT7WXwXD88E/s200/SDC11038.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe this year has already gone by so fast. The new year will be here before I know it. SO what fills my mind when I think of another year almost over? Did I do enough with my kids. I really hope so. As I look back at all the unaccomplished projects at home I have to say yes. Instead of finishing of the painting in the house and deep cleaning every nook and cranny, we vacationed this summer. We had great times at the pool and with family and friends. Is my house in the perfect order I dream of, no. Have I gone to every possible (fun, boring, inconvenient, special) activity at school that is possible (with my kids). YES! So I can look back at all the things I have done with my kids and be happy about the memories we are making together. I know this time will pass all to soon and I dread the day they no longer want me around at every little thing. I already am no longer cool, but a huge embarrassment, but at;;east they still want me around. I have a little over a month to finish the year off the way I want. Giving my kids my all and then some, but still giving myself my needed time too. I love you kids and hope you enjoy all our moments together as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-8159405743809674671?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8159405743809674671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8159405743809674671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8159405743809674671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8159405743809674671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-year-really-almost-over.html' title='Is the year really almost over??!!??'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TOKkqV-PN5I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TT7WXwXD88E/s72-c/SDC11038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5627442573604606872</id><published>2010-11-04T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:26:00.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got to party for Halloween this year at Kristy's house. It was a lot of fun...spooky eats, bobbing for apples, carving pumpkins, kids running wild, and yummy treats. We were even lucky enough to have Logan for a few days so she got to go with us. Thanks for the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMG-JLAoWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/o0mQiIOugN4/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMG-JLAoWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/o0mQiIOugN4/s320/022.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Logan the Bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHOhIBi2I/AAAAAAAAA40/9vqXcfna77Y/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHOhIBi2I/AAAAAAAAA40/9vqXcfna77Y/s320/026.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHYC6x9aI/AAAAAAAAA44/ssG8_jfWBE4/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHYC6x9aI/AAAAAAAAA44/ssG8_jfWBE4/s320/043.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Mad Hatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHtvGI3kI/AAAAAAAAA48/aNpgnAFxkU4/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHtvGI3kI/AAAAAAAAA48/aNpgnAFxkU4/s320/052.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Derek showing us how bobbing for apples is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHum41lWI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Cwsc2mxpWxA/s1600/Halloween_Party_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMHum41lWI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Cwsc2mxpWxA/s1600/Halloween_Party_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5627442573604606872?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5627442573604606872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5627442573604606872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5627442573604606872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5627442573604606872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNMG-JLAoWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/o0mQiIOugN4/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4554759756363961605</id><published>2010-11-03T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:42:39.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not big on carving pumpkins (I hate the guts, they stink and it kills my hands), but the kids love it. So&amp;nbsp;we let them have at it and they love it. I just wish&amp;nbsp;we hadn't left it to the last possible minute, like&amp;nbsp;every year, and that my pictures were better. Oh well. They had a good time and I watched as I cleaned up dinner dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YUCK&amp;nbsp;PUMPKIN GUTS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrLableVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/thGqGxnZIyA/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrLableVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/thGqGxnZIyA/s320/005.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S SO SCARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrU2_gKzI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZyAVSdnd4Jc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrU2_gKzI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZyAVSdnd4Jc/s320/006.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Noah working on his master piece. Why he ALWAYS has his shirt off to do this (or anything else for that matter) remains to be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrc9JitiI/AAAAAAAAA4k/hGXI1ZScjsU/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrc9JitiI/AAAAAAAAA4k/hGXI1ZScjsU/s320/011.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Harley working hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrj37PvmI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Z1tQnKwsjNg/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrj37PvmI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Z1tQnKwsjNg/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finished Product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrxr_TIlI/AAAAAAAAA4s/UALmwLTF3Rg/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrxr_TIlI/AAAAAAAAA4s/UALmwLTF3Rg/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&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/1114740905694398739-4554759756363961605?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4554759756363961605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4554759756363961605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4554759756363961605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4554759756363961605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TNGrLableVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/thGqGxnZIyA/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2611554593268031817</id><published>2010-11-02T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:29:14.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>I feel so lucky to have so many great people that bless my life. I have great friends, a wonderful hubby, beautiful kids and a great family. One person I am feeling especially lucky to have in my life today is my Sis and friend Mikael (all my sis's are great friends). I had the best laugh tonight courtesy of Mooch. I love how you always make me laugh. I wish I could have half your whit. I am so glad &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;you find me funny too, because not many people besides myself do. I love to laugh and it seems that I am not doing nearly enough of that these days, so Thank You for the pick me I I have been in such need of. Love you Sis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2611554593268031817?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2611554593268031817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2611554593268031817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2611554593268031817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2611554593268031817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7211475811591836621</id><published>2010-10-25T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:10:46.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to see my sis Chanel tomorrow. I just wish it were a for fun trip and that Nanny wasn't in the hospital recovering. I hope we can all stay healthy for her trip here, because we have all had the flu the past week and Noah stayed home not feeling well today. So here's to wearing myself completely out to get the house clean today (including cleaning a few carpets), tackling a mountain of laundry, filling some orders and hopefully getting a good chunk of working on Halloween costumes done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7211475811591836621?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7211475811591836621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7211475811591836621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7211475811591836621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7211475811591836621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-excited.html' title='So excited'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2470664580467180129</id><published>2010-10-19T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:00:23.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend alone</title><content type='html'>This last weekend I was able to be home all by myself. It was wonderful. Thanks Babe! I need a little sanity time. So I pretty much did nothing. I was able to visit my Nanny who is in the hospital and just sit there for a few hours. It was so nice to have all my attention on her and not worry about kids or hubby and getting home. I was also able to finish up my kids scrapbooks for the year 2003. I know what your thinking, man she is far behind, but it isn't about being caught up for me. It is the joy of creating something and reliving memories. Well it was great, but I am back to the real world and I have a sick child. So off to babying and cleaning the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2470664580467180129?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2470664580467180129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2470664580467180129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2470664580467180129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2470664580467180129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekend-alone.html' title='Weekend alone'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8537923767421463438</id><published>2010-10-13T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:16:37.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Worthy Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TLX09BfZxTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Qrq2a94yM-8/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TLX09BfZxTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Qrq2a94yM-8/s320/055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TLX1RDWTQkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WXfoncOygMw/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TLX1RDWTQkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WXfoncOygMw/s320/053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TLX1e5PdRzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Xx2IZ85q2dU/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TLX1e5PdRzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Xx2IZ85q2dU/s320/056.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I love it when they make me smile!! How cute is this! The kids wanted to go to Ladera a play while Kennedi had soccer practice. So to tote the kids up to the school, Harley and Jacei devised a clever little plan. They would walk all the munchkins up by having them all hold onto a jump rope. Picture perfect. To bad getting them home wasn't so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-8537923767421463438?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8537923767421463438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8537923767421463438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8537923767421463438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8537923767421463438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-worthy-moment.html' title='Picture Worthy Moment'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TLX09BfZxTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Qrq2a94yM-8/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4937849310934382025</id><published>2010-09-29T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:58:39.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>You know it is bad when you wake up Tuesday morning and ask your hubby what day it is (because you honestly can't figure it out, but it HAS to be Friday cuz you"re so tired and yet there hasn't been enough things to have gone on the be Friday). When he answers Tuesday and you let out a pathetic moan, you know it is going to be hard getting up this week. The extra bad part is when you almost do it again on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I am glad the week isn't over yet. I will lose my hubby to hunting and I'm not sure I am ready for that either. Well I guess I have already lost him to it, because that is all we eat, breath, sleep, talk about and even watch TV about for the past month. So next week Thursday I will have him back (for a month or two before the next hunt comes along).&amp;nbsp; But is still can't wait for my beloved weekend to come along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-4937849310934382025?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4937849310934382025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4937849310934382025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4937849310934382025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4937849310934382025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2772940386289610530</id><published>2010-09-25T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:00:28.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking myself into...</title><content type='html'>Seems as if I have been trying to talk myself into many things lately with little success (working out better, eating better, deep cleaning the house...). Today I have to follow through with the thing I am talking myself into. What is that, you might ask? Getting the supplies and "helping" my daughter and her friend work on a project for school. We "get" to make a tooth out of Styrofoam and a tongue out of cake (cuz I'm cheep and ticked I already had to spend $10 on a stupid cube of Styrofoam and don't want to spend another $10+ to do the tongue). A cake will be cheaper and probably the same amount of work. I REALLY don't want to spend my Saturday doing, in mean helping on this project. WHY, and I mean it, do teachers think kids are going to learn so much from sending projects home that parents, I mean kids, do?? Just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2772940386289610530?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2772940386289610530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2772940386289610530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2772940386289610530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2772940386289610530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/09/talking-myself-into.html' title='Talking myself into...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5375146141646613496</id><published>2010-09-14T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:00:49.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!</title><content type='html'>Why is it that Harley catches every bug that goes around school? And with that, why is it so much harder to get everything done you need to with a sick child at home? Oh well, as they say...."So goes life" or at least mine. I have been able to get a few of the many hair things done for the school and Chanel's fundraisers. I also randomly stopped by and estate sale this weekend and got some earrings I can't wait to create some new pieces with. Sad when that is the highlight of your day, but hey, no throwing up so far. So that is a bonus. Off to clean and work on my many flowers, by the way I have 100 of my mini flowers to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5375146141646613496?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5375146141646613496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5375146141646613496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5375146141646613496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5375146141646613496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/09/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5458252414214300771</id><published>2010-09-09T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:37:49.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Just so my kids can look back and say 'Oh, Mom wasn't so lazy after all," because Noah loves to tell people I'm lazy, this is my schedule this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Monday: Labor Day - We have been camping and 4 wheeling all weekend, so we get a little more in and pack-up to head home and unpack what we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tuesday: Clean-up after getting in (a little), Finish B-day shopping for Har (today is her birthday), Pick-up cupcakes to take to school, Check Har out for lunch and pick up a cake, Wrap Presents, Clean some more (laundry is included in this), Kids come home and Noah reminds me he has a therapist appt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;3:30-4:30 Noah's therapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;4-5:30 Harley and Jacei Kelly Greens Clinic (have to ask for help getting them there, thanks Britt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;7:00 Cake @ Mammy and Pappy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;8ish Home to put kids to bed and scrub out and vacuum the fifth wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Somewhere in there we get homework and reading done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Wednesday: Cleaning again, the house looks as if 100 bombs went off (but today I have a goal to at least get the kitchen, living room and entry way in order; I also get Noah's room and more laundry done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;3:30-4:30 Scouts, I am one of the leaders and have to be there the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;4-5:30 Kelly Green Clinic, once again need help thanks Janae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;5:00-6:00 Noah swim team, to find out his time is different now and he goes from 4-5 but today he stays with a higher level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;6:00 Babysit Logan and Cache :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Get home eat dinner, do homework, read and crash!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Thursday: Noah and I have tummy aches, he refuses to get out of bed. send Har to school, crawl back in bed and sleep for another hour. Noah is feeling better and wants to go to school. Get ready and take him. Clean, Make phone calls (set up Dr. appts and fall festival call), work on orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;4-5 Noah swim team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;4-5:30 Harley KG clinic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;TONS of homework!!! (and don't think because you are a parent you are exempt from this) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Crashing again, I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Friday: Now today is going to be a much needed me day. I will straighten through the house and then craft with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;4-5 Swim team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;6-??? Watch Harley perform at the FHS football game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Saturday: I need to weed, clean the garage or work on orders (but I do hope to sleep in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;So I hope the kids realize how crazy life can be and that I love doing all I do for them. I know right now they don't fully get it, but one day they will. And YES, I love to be lazy if given the chance. I welcome it with open arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5458252414214300771?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5458252414214300771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5458252414214300771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5458252414214300771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5458252414214300771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-904294553407880978</id><published>2010-09-03T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:28:49.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not one of those "Shining" Mom moments</title><content type='html'>So this morning as I get the kids ready for school I realize what a failure I was as a Mom last night. We are trying to get ready to head to the mountains for some good old R&amp;amp;R and I have a million things to do (so I blog) and am running around like a mad woman, OK not so different from any other day. We get homework done (or so I think) and a bunch checked off my list. So as I am packing lunches and making breakfast I realize I never go over Harley's math. I start to and am to flustered for time so I stop and say "who cares!" Then I feel guilty and check it and notice unfinished homework that she missed last night, and a lot of it. What kind of Mom am I? I know my kids need to learn to get things done without me pestering them, but it was a crazy night for us all and she rarely does this. So I was in a bad mood and lecturing, the kids were late for school, oh and Noah was covered in hives so I just gave him benadryl and put hydro-cortisone cream on and sent him on his way. Needless to say, not my finest moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-904294553407880978?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/904294553407880978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=904294553407880978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/904294553407880978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/904294553407880978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-one-of-those-shining-mom-moments.html' title='Not one of those &quot;Shining&quot; Mom moments'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-3201646918464806008</id><published>2010-09-02T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:05:43.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Lame</title><content type='html'>I have SO many reasons I am lame, besides the usual, so I thought I'd make a list and see if I can knock any off my list to be a little less lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to deep clean and clean the carpets, don't want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have nothing to blog about, ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't seem to get the list of headbands done for my nieces that I know they will love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't want to grocery shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate my nails and need to find time to replace them (LONG story)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just want to lay in bed and do nothing and be able to drop 30 lbs while doing this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which brings me to, get in a good exercise routine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wondering how I can get a little motivation in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just want to scrapbook, but don't ever make time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to get some orders filled and don't really want to at the moment, that will come at 10 o'clock tonight when I should be sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't get motivated to pack for camping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh I could go on and on, but I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-3201646918464806008?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3201646918464806008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=3201646918464806008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3201646918464806008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3201646918464806008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-lame.html' title='Feeling Lame'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8901062962306647792</id><published>2010-08-17T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:30:07.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Everyone</title><content type='html'>OK guys, it's time for me to do another giveaway from my Etsy store so click on the ScaryCute link on the side and post a comment and spread the word. Thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-8901062962306647792?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8901062962306647792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8901062962306647792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8901062962306647792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8901062962306647792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok-everyone.html' title='OK Everyone'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6374295103970822970</id><published>2010-08-16T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:52:57.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloa6W_psI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hR1XtLxK9rE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloa6W_psI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hR1XtLxK9rE/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloU1bQq6I/AAAAAAAAA1I/3hMeXYEg1sM/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloU1bQq6I/AAAAAAAAA1I/3hMeXYEg1sM/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGlofZ8bP0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/jrBUIcMUyM0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGlofZ8bP0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/jrBUIcMUyM0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloo6Zih6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/rLvxt2hl7So/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloo6Zih6I/AAAAAAAAA1g/rLvxt2hl7So/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloq3nV2aI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ji3RjMvRIPM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloq3nV2aI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ji3RjMvRIPM/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGlo4VI8_eI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KxyUdFaUgBQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGlo4VI8_eI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KxyUdFaUgBQ/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another year has come and gone and I am left here wondering where it went. My clock just seems to be speeding up faster and faster and I can't slow it down. This is a bittersweet year. My Little girl is growing up. This is her last year in Elementary and I am sad the time has gone by to fast. She is sad that it is her last year too, she definitely does not get that from me (I was always ready to move on to bigger and better things, or older boys ;) As you can see by the pictures we had terrible lighting, I was in a hurry, and kids or Noah who just wanted to be silly in all the pictures. They were both so excited that they got little sleep, which means once again so did I. I know they will both have a good year, they both have great teachers. Harley is hoping for less drama and Noah is just ready to be awesome at math some more. So here we go on another adventure in our life, and a last adventure of Elementary for Harley. I have to stop now or I might cry because my kids are growing up WAY TO FAST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6374295103970822970?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6374295103970822970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6374295103970822970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6374295103970822970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6374295103970822970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGloa6W_psI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hR1XtLxK9rE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6694387900876457311</id><published>2010-08-14T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:36:34.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 on the 12th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I am finally starting this new scrapbooking challenge that I have thought about for years. I saw on a scrapbooking show Stacy Julian talking about how she carried around her camera to capture 12 things on the 12th of every month. I thought that it would be a fun way to capture my everyday life. Now being my anal self, I thought I had to start in January because it would just flow better, you can't possibly start in middle of the year!! But for the past two&amp;nbsp;years it has slipped my mind to start. So I decided to go a little crazy and start in August. It has captured one of our last lazy days before school starts&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWdFhw1lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DN_VJeJCRT8/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWdFhw1lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DN_VJeJCRT8/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scott and I hanging out and watching TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYVsWLJ-hI/AAAAAAAAAzo/CsSKy_VdGGA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYVsWLJ-hI/AAAAAAAAAzo/CsSKy_VdGGA/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This kids in their pj's playing DS all morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYV2NGBDaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/nchIDIcuhno/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYV2NGBDaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/nchIDIcuhno/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The DAILY chore of making up the messy bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYV9AjtPZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/N3AsA3spfpQ/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYV9AjtPZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/N3AsA3spfpQ/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What my desk looks like while I finish orders (I have a lot to do today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYV_IfKhsI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OOS7uNq3Oug/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYV_IfKhsI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OOS7uNq3Oug/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the flowers I am finishing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWHAUh1EI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vqZuspDWswY/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWHAUh1EI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vqZuspDWswY/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Noah my bottomless pit- because who can eat just one yogurt, I need Three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWNlLUmfI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_GcRj_pMrgk/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWNlLUmfI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_GcRj_pMrgk/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Harley eating cold pizza and still not dressed at 3 in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWTSemiOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1n6BybJ_xtI/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWTSemiOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1n6BybJ_xtI/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids cleaning up to get to go to Connie Mack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWW9d_vYI/AAAAAAAAA0g/djdweG_-TDQ/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWW9d_vYI/AAAAAAAAA0g/djdweG_-TDQ/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Noah thinking he needs to pose for EVERY picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWmalETaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/3WtREcKBQCs/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWmalETaI/AAAAAAAAA0w/3WtREcKBQCs/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Making Harley hash browns at 1 in the afternoon, I think she is getting all she can because she will have to wait for the weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWzGkaUsI/AAAAAAAAA04/iVVKXNhw9EM/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWzGkaUsI/AAAAAAAAA04/iVVKXNhw9EM/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scott sneaking a nap after work (the kids took this while I ran errands)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYW--q-7aI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zsjEwDL7J48/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYW--q-7aI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zsjEwDL7J48/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the game at Connie Mack, or is it the treats???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that sums up our day on the 12th. Hopefully I remember to do it next month. Stay tuned to see if I'm a success or failure!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6694387900876457311?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6694387900876457311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6694387900876457311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6694387900876457311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6694387900876457311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/08/12-on-12th.html' title='12 on the 12th'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TGYWdFhw1lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DN_VJeJCRT8/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1199304993877172140</id><published>2010-08-11T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:21:08.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Intentions</title><content type='html'>I am full of good intentions of getting things done and never get to it. That is my life, but I guess I figure there will be time later and this summer is no exception. I have been meaning to get caught up on blogging, but we all know I won't. I have just been trying to enjoy the short lived time with the kids home and no extra activities to make me even more crazy. I had planned on having a relaxed summer and getting on top of things around the house, needless to say that did not happen. Since I doubt I will ever getting to blogging about all that we did for our "low key" summer, I decided to make a list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scout Camp&lt;br /&gt;-Strep Throat&lt;br /&gt;-Scott's Tri in Price (come home injured)&lt;br /&gt;-Girl's week in Purgatory,day after getting home, and really only a few days :( &lt;br /&gt;-Turn around head to Idaho&lt;br /&gt;-Stop and get a new Wedding Ring :)&lt;br /&gt;-Baptism for Chloe&lt;br /&gt;-Baby Blessing for Seth&lt;br /&gt;-Fireworks galore&lt;br /&gt;-Watching Scott and Richard dual with Roman Candles (a riot)&lt;br /&gt;-Hot Springs&lt;br /&gt;-Head home&lt;br /&gt;-Swim, Swim and Swim some more&lt;br /&gt;-Catching&amp;nbsp;a cold&lt;br /&gt;-Play with friends&lt;br /&gt;-Head to Nana's for a week&lt;br /&gt;-Back to school shopping&lt;br /&gt;-Crafting&lt;br /&gt;-Scott's tri in Durango&lt;br /&gt;-Connie Mack&lt;br /&gt;-More swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy busy summer and that is the way I like it. I could have cleaned my house, but let's face it the mess will stay there. My kids are growing up way too fast and will be gone before I know it. I may regret the mess at home for a moment, but I will cherish the memories with my kids forever. And even though I badly need a break, I appreciate every moment I get to spend with my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1199304993877172140?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1199304993877172140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1199304993877172140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1199304993877172140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1199304993877172140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-intentions.html' title='Good Intentions'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-3452165039292354484</id><published>2010-07-26T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:08:01.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIrl's Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3Y4VjYouI/AAAAAAAAAyE/G-Moxgq0VKk/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3Y4VjYouI/AAAAAAAAAyE/G-Moxgq0VKk/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3Y-ySPnrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/R1W1WB_q7lw/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3Y-ySPnrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/R1W1WB_q7lw/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3ZNah8sLI/AAAAAAAAAyU/QvNUWu4R62U/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3ZNah8sLI/AAAAAAAAAyU/QvNUWu4R62U/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3ZcWXkFEI/AAAAAAAAAyc/VVDxzhNn5PI/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3ZcWXkFEI/AAAAAAAAAyc/VVDxzhNn5PI/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3Z6Rpwt3I/AAAAAAAAAys/SGQoiXBIx3Y/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3Z6Rpwt3I/AAAAAAAAAys/SGQoiXBIx3Y/s320/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3aKdXCI6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/pl2C8bbhHek/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3aKdXCI6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/pl2C8bbhHek/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3bcGTOUMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-EmNlWhgVGw/s1600/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3bcGTOUMI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-EmNlWhgVGw/s320/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So every year the sisters in the family (that includes the in-laws, but I just refer to them as sisters), Mom,&amp;nbsp;and our kids try to get together. I rarely doesn't happen. This year Mom and Dad were so good to us and got a place up at Purgatory for us all to hang out. Everyone was able to be there this year, if only for a few hours, which I don't believe has ever happened. Me and the kids were a little later getting there because we got back from Price the night everyone headed up. The next morning it was a quick wash of the laundry and repacking to go. Of course it is late afternoon by the time we get there, but who care, we are there. Unfortunately shortly after we arrive&amp;nbsp;Steph finds out she is needed back home to sign for her closing, nice to know before she made the 10 hour drive with 2 kids. We tried all we could think of to get it worked out so she could stay, but alas it didn't work. So we only got to spend a few hours with them, but at least we got to see them. I just felt bad that It was a short trip for her, but excited they finally got to close on their house.&amp;nbsp; Later we took the kids for fun on the mountain. Chanel was good enough to alpine slide with them. Then they got to rock climb and jump on the bungee trampoline thing that shoots you up four stories. It was a blast.&amp;nbsp;The little one miniature golfed. Some of us Moms even went on the trampoline.&amp;nbsp;We all had a blast before the afternoon downpour hit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids even got a rain check for the next day to do one more alpine slide ride. That night we made tons of hair flowers. It was a blast. Can't wait until next year and hope to have a longer time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-3452165039292354484?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3452165039292354484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=3452165039292354484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3452165039292354484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3452165039292354484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-week.html' title='GIrl&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TE3Y4VjYouI/AAAAAAAAAyE/G-Moxgq0VKk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-7865025067347079554</id><published>2010-07-14T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:43:49.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott's Tri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TD31fFVcYJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/zWCyQXBaWu0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TD31fFVcYJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/zWCyQXBaWu0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott did a Tri in Price this June. It was at 10 on a Friday night. It was called the Lunatic,. because of the Full Moon. The kids were so excited, we all love watching him compete. They made bright signs to hold up for him and cheer him on. The cousins even go in on the action. This Tri was backwards from what he normally does. It was run, bike and then swim. About two miles into the run he hit a pot hole, that you can really see at night in crazy race conditions and got a bad sprain. But, he is a determined soul (you have to be to be married to me) and he pushed through the rest of the race. He beat is goal time by four minutes and came in 14th place out of 200ish people. Only one team beat him. I am extremely proud of him. A couple weeks later and his ankle is still bothering him a off and on and he is determined to do another Tri in a few weeks. I am glad he has found something he loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-7865025067347079554?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7865025067347079554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=7865025067347079554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7865025067347079554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/7865025067347079554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/07/scotts-tri.html' title='Scott&apos;s Tri'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TD31fFVcYJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/zWCyQXBaWu0/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5431289516994344755</id><published>2010-07-12T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:03:08.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it</title><content type='html'>I just got another message saying I am featured on the Etsy treasury, I think this is the 5th time. Today is a little more exciting though. I am also featured on a site called kaboodle. Check out the like and leave a comment. The more comments and hearts the more popular the page becomes and the closer it get to being on the front page. If you love turquoise and red you'll love this treasury. Thanks for looking and spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaboodle.com/member/mwillia1/styleboards/red-sunset?showPublished=true&amp;amp;ct=kaboodle"&gt;http://www.kaboodle.com/member/mwillia1/styleboards/red-sunset?showPublished=true&amp;amp;ct=kaboodle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5431289516994344755?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5431289516994344755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5431289516994344755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5431289516994344755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5431289516994344755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2241736171879957876</id><published>2010-07-01T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:33:53.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Travel</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of the car right now. I am having a hard time getting myself to get ready one one more trip. I figure in a little over a week the kids and I will have spent at least 33 hours just getting from point A to point B. We have enjoyed all our travels so far, but I must admit I am having a hard time getting ready for this last one. I know it will be fun once we are on the road, but at the moment I am over it. And that is about all I have to say, except hopefully I'll have pictures of all our adventures post late next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2241736171879957876?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2241736171879957876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2241736171879957876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2241736171879957876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2241736171879957876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired-of-travel.html' title='Tired of Travel'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1687478551013724365</id><published>2010-06-21T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:49:15.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Domestic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TB_dtjaMq9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/0bI_QhwO62U/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TB_dtjaMq9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/0bI_QhwO62U/s200/001.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm feeling a bit domestic the past few day. I sewed Harley a skirt Saturday night for church on Sunday and today I decided to try and make wheat bread. I am still waiting on the results for that, but I did get some white bread done this morning. We have been working on cleaning the house and getting ready for a busy couple of weeks. Oh, and a little yard work and weed pulling. Too bad this is a fleeting feeling with me, but it is nice for the few minutes it lasts. Now if only I could figure out how to parent my kids that are non-stop fighting today. Oh well. I hope sitting in their rooms and not getting to play with friends or on the computer helps. (If only I could be so lucky) Maybe they are in shock from having to get so much done today. Noah did tell me maybe he doesn't want to be big anymore. He is tired of all his chores, welcome to my life. He even said he'd start wearing diapers again to get out of all the cleaning up after himself he has had to do. Silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1687478551013724365?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1687478551013724365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1687478551013724365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1687478551013724365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1687478551013724365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling-domestic.html' title='Feeling Domestic'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TB_dtjaMq9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/0bI_QhwO62U/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6253671662947167143</id><published>2010-06-14T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:59:36.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Idea of Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>We have spent a good part of the day cleaning out Harley's closet. It is not fun at all. She is my little Hoarder in training. As we clean through the closet she keeps saying, "Man I just need to throw things away, Why did I save that, and I wish I was a neat freak." Needless to say, I sure it won't even last a day. She is messy at heart. I hope I can train and teach her to be better, but hey&amp;nbsp;my house needs a good clean through on everything so I'm sure that is why she has let it go. So this is the starting spot for my summer "spring" cleaning. At least now we will be able to walk in and she has gotten rid of more then I thought she would. Partially because I told her we would get a box to put things in that she was getting to big for, but couldn't part with yet. She can fill the box up, but if it doesn't fit she has to decide what stays and what goes. Hopefully this will help with some of her attachment issues and we can weed things out after not seeing them for awhile. I guess we'll see. I better go help her wrap it up, cuz I am done with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6253671662947167143?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6253671662947167143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6253671662947167143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6253671662947167143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6253671662947167143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-my-idea-of-summer-fun.html' title='Not My Idea of Summer Fun'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-593470005504195327</id><published>2010-06-11T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:32:20.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TBKajvZKi0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/00r1SERrrAI/s1600/158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TBKajvZKi0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/00r1SERrrAI/s320/158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TBKa0pMTAEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/SdbqqWblFdE/s1600/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TBKa0pMTAEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/SdbqqWblFdE/s320/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TBKbC0gC2OI/AAAAAAAAAvE/iPmJr7bleWE/s1600/137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TBKbC0gC2OI/AAAAAAAAAvE/iPmJr7bleWE/s320/137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am hoping to get caught up on pictures and blogs someday, but for now I will just do my current going ons. This week Noah got to attend Scout Camp for four days. Of course it would have to be record highs for some of the days. I was able (had)&amp;nbsp;to go and help for two days, Wednesday and Thursday. It was stinking hot. Wednesday I was put with older boys from the ward, so I was really excited to be there, because I wanted to be there with Noah. Luckily a ton of parents showed up on Thursday to help so I ditched the group and help Noah's group out. It was a fun day. Unfortunately I ended the day with a monster headache and came home straight to bed. The heat made Noah and his friends be at each others throats, and let's face it hundreds of wild boys running around can get old. I feel for the people there all four days. I do think it is worth it though. Next year hopefully I will get to work days a little more spread apart, or I will have to ask to do something indoors. Now for some summer fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-593470005504195327?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/593470005504195327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=593470005504195327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/593470005504195327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/593470005504195327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/06/scout-camp.html' title='Scout Camp'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TBKajvZKi0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/00r1SERrrAI/s72-c/158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-644368831032114278</id><published>2010-06-08T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:01:49.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A WORD OF CAUTION (to myself)</title><content type='html'>I am here to caution of the risks of procrastinating working on your yard (maybe next year you will listen, but I doubt it):&lt;br /&gt;- The weather could change overnight and instead of working in the yard in 70 maybe even 8- degree weather, you will get 90 and 100 degree weather out of no where&lt;br /&gt;- It is really hot and there are only a few hour where it doesn't completely suck to work on the yard (good excuse to procrastinate more, but the yard looks like crap)&lt;br /&gt;-You're even more cranky about yard work in the hot sun (do I sense a theme here)&lt;br /&gt;-But most importantly, Sun Block Up, even on the butt crack area that always manages to hang out (trust me it really hurts to burn, I am feeling the pain now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember these things next year when you want to put it off&amp;nbsp; a few more weeks until school is out, it is not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-644368831032114278?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/644368831032114278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=644368831032114278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/644368831032114278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/644368831032114278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/06/word-of-caution-to-myself.html' title='A WORD OF CAUTION (to myself)'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8572350594194167632</id><published>2010-06-04T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:54:18.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the school year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVTKP-FvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HsctbyHAkso/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVTKP-FvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HsctbyHAkso/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVc95Eo_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/-N73E-nDRU0/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVc95Eo_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/-N73E-nDRU0/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnWV3muw-I/AAAAAAAAAss/VQEuIEeebBw/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnWV3muw-I/AAAAAAAAAss/VQEuIEeebBw/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVpRZXrjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/T_A7iPvOfag/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVpRZXrjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/T_A7iPvOfag/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnWIiG7bqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wIq9CV0C6IM/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnWIiG7bqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wIq9CV0C6IM/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVwV_ldbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xqkqhv2EcoE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVwV_ldbI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xqkqhv2EcoE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnV7psHR_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/JiRC9bvsEmU/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnV7psHR_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/JiRC9bvsEmU/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The end of the school year is always bitter sweet. This year is no exception. We were blessed with great teacher and the kids loved them so much. I hate to say goodbye to such good teachers and move on to the next stage. I hate that my kids grow up so fast. Time is just slipping threw my hands, I haven't taught them the all the things I should, I need to be a better Mom, and the list goes on and on (as all Moms know). On the flip side I am always happy to get my time with them for the summer. I am happy to have life slow down a little. I enjoy getting to spend time with family and watch how my kids enjoy their cousins. I enjoy watching my kids get to be kids (which doesn't happen enough anymore). But, I am thankful for the moments we have had and the moments we still have to share. Oh, and if you are wondering what the heck the Thank You cards are for, they are my end of the year presents to the teachers. I am always thankful for all they do and hope that they have people as great as them to be thankful for in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-8572350594194167632?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8572350594194167632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8572350594194167632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8572350594194167632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8572350594194167632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-school-year.html' title='End of the school year'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAnVTKP-FvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HsctbyHAkso/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5620152644667339229</id><published>2010-06-01T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:46:17.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need your help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I will be shameless. I am trying to get word out about my &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; shop. So I am doing a giveaway on my blog. This is where you come in. I need your help to spread the word. Go to my blog to check it out, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ScaryCuteCreations&lt;/span&gt; on my side bar. I have a lot of work to do, but I wanted to get the word out. Thanks for your help and don't forget to leave a comment, most likely you'll be one of the winners. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5620152644667339229?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5620152644667339229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5620152644667339229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5620152644667339229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5620152644667339229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/06/need-your-help.html' title='Need your help'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2391757816003346727</id><published>2010-05-26T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:53:34.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!!!!</title><content type='html'>School is out and I couldn't be happier! Not that you could tell by me yelling at the kids at the park today, but I am. We finished school off with a picnic at the park and a few hours of play to celebrate. I can't wait to sleep in and not make lunches for a few months;)!!! Maybe even have some time to scrapbook. Who knows, I may even catch up on my blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2391757816003346727?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2391757816003346727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2391757816003346727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2391757816003346727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2391757816003346727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/party.html' title='PARTY!!!!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1096983146065360513</id><published>2010-05-21T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:10:28.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday She WILL laugh</title><content type='html'>Someday Harley will have a good laugh at herself, if I record it. So here I go... I am driving back from the post office today and I get a call. "Mom can you hurry home?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "I'm almost there, what's wrong?" thinking she is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley "I just need you here. Noah is being a pill. We are playing school and he wouldn't do what I said and threw a fit and now we can play." sobbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "well it's time to clean it up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley "I got all this school stuff for no reason. I can't play school anymore. I told everyone at school today that I had the best student ever, Noah. And he is being AWFUL!!" more sobbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "I'll talk to you when I get home bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and she sobs for a good 1/2 hour over her wayward student. How embarrassing that she told everyone he is a star pupil. What a ruff life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1096983146065360513?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1096983146065360513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1096983146065360513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1096983146065360513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1096983146065360513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/someday-she-will-laugh.html' title='Someday She WILL laugh'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2366953364901257196</id><published>2010-05-18T15:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:31:13.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Albuquerque Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_MGL37mFdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GOvaR2h2SGs/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_MGL37mFdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GOvaR2h2SGs/s320/044.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah's class got to take a field trip to the Albuquerque Zoo this year (it is a third grade tradition that got skipped Harley's year, and we got to explore Hog Back instead. It went over well). Noah loved to look at and read all about&amp;nbsp;all the animals. It was a fun day. We opted to drive down with our friends Laura and &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Gunnison&lt;/span&gt; Lowe. It was much better then the bus, we got to leave later in the morning and take off earlier then the bus. I was a fun day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_MGYcTxjtI/AAAAAAAAAn4/lJRjQPpWfeY/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_MGYcTxjtI/AAAAAAAAAn4/lJRjQPpWfeY/s320/077.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_MGlp5Lm7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/AZNlc1-VLxA/s1600/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_MGlp5Lm7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/AZNlc1-VLxA/s320/102.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&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/1114740905694398739-2366953364901257196?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2366953364901257196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2366953364901257196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2366953364901257196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2366953364901257196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/albuquerque-zoo.html' title='Albuquerque Zoo'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_MGL37mFdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GOvaR2h2SGs/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8601617229526239148</id><published>2010-05-17T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:48:05.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GO6e-3_AI/AAAAAAAAAno/6Xj-oujbubw/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GO6e-3_AI/AAAAAAAAAno/6Xj-oujbubw/s320/010.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GOR2Z-tBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZVdDrvZwQ3s/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GOR2Z-tBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZVdDrvZwQ3s/s320/018.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GOdjUKiuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9zvpKFyzako/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GOdjUKiuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9zvpKFyzako/s320/020.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GOrPNdc1I/AAAAAAAAAng/wjTt8eYYpTE/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GOrPNdc1I/AAAAAAAAAng/wjTt8eYYpTE/s320/009.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Better late then never. It has become a tradition to get the cousins together to color eggs. I love this tradition! The kids will have so many good memories from it. Now for some reason that escapes me at the moment, we colored the eggs at Brittani's house this year. I am definitely not on top of things and she even boils my eggs for me. But no matter where we color eggs the kids have a blast. One of the highlights this year was the face eggs I got. They came with fun faces and hats you could put together to get some silly looks. A hit with the kids. Then a few days later the Easter Bunny visited and we got together for dinner and an egg hunt at Brittani's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-8601617229526239148?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8601617229526239148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8601617229526239148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8601617229526239148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8601617229526239148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S_GO6e-3_AI/AAAAAAAAAno/6Xj-oujbubw/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2995637217688360917</id><published>2010-05-05T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:49:48.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimps at the end of the school year craziness</title><content type='html'>This is why I can't wait for summer to come and to have nothing to do. It in nothing but madness at the end of the year. Last week I had two out of town,&amp;nbsp;early morning to late evening&amp;nbsp;field trips with dance pictures thrown in the mix. This week I subbed Monday and Tuesday. Today I get to go to the "I got IT" film with Harley and take dessert in for the teachers for teacher appreciation week. Friday I get to go on a field trip with Jamison. There is scouts, activity days and dance this week (which I'm in charge of scouts this month). Father's and Son's this weekend (which may end up as a hunting trip for turkeys instead). Next week There is scouts dance (twice to rehearse for recital), and field day. I'm sure the school will add in more. And hopefully and new nephew!!! Then dance twice again and dress rehearsal this time. Scouts and activity days. Recital TWICE on Saturday and I have to pay each time I go, LAME. Scott has a concealed weapons class. Not sure what all will be added for school, but there is always something.The last week of school is awards assembly (hopefully the kids will be at the same time), pack meeting and then Wednesday is half day!!!! I can't wait to be done, but then in June I get to spend THREE, count them three, glorious day at Scout camp for 8 hours with over 100 boys. Yeah me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2995637217688360917?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2995637217688360917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2995637217688360917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2995637217688360917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2995637217688360917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/05/glimps-at-end-of-school-year-craziness.html' title='A glimps at the end of the school year craziness'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8991596774358617938</id><published>2010-04-22T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:14:39.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S9C7gVFeFyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/v00bPzF92o4/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463072512090707746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S9C7gVFeFyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/v00bPzF92o4/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah got first place in the Pinewood Derby this year!!! He was so happy. There were a few real nail biters that he ended up winning. One race they cars were dead even each time, so we had to race them backwards. Scott thought we'd lose for sure when they did that because he built it to go fast forwards and not backwards, but luckily his kicked butt that way! So we have a proud owner of a pretty cool trophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-8991596774358617938?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8991596774358617938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8991596774358617938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8991596774358617938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8991596774358617938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Pinewood Derby'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S9C7gVFeFyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/v00bPzF92o4/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-8579531953383856231</id><published>2010-04-16T15:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:22:51.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S8jTkC-cBmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/vYmQcR4rS3g/s1600/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460847164414232162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S8jTkC-cBmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/vYmQcR4rS3g/s400/176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S8jTjXQbdtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sazsZNuV978/s1600/178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460847152678532818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S8jTjXQbdtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sazsZNuV978/s400/178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soo far behind. I will be getting to Easter soon, just a little late. It has been non-stop excitement since we have gotten home. We had to take Deagan in to the vet as soon as we got back to get some bumps removed. Yuck, poor dog. Then on my way to pick him up I found out my tire had a big slash in the side and there were wires sticking out (on brand new tires!!!). So I take it in and get a car to drive, but it is dead as dead can be and Grant is driving off (it is closing time). Luckily there was someone else there able to help. We got the tire fixed and luckily until it came in and was ready we had a full size spare and I was able to drive my van. Deagan's stitches began bleeding/pussing and I had to run him to the vet's and put him on antibiotics. Then it was time to get ready for Easter. Then strep throat for Harley and I. Then Scott's b-day and Deagan's stitches out (I must admit I was nervous to get the results of his biopsy back, our luck sucks lately, and it was Scott's b-day so I only wanted good news). Everything looked good ;) And can't tell you what else has gone on, but isn't that enough. So long story over and I will get my stuff together and post about Eater soon, I hope.&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/1114740905694398739-8579531953383856231?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8579531953383856231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=8579531953383856231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8579531953383856231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/8579531953383856231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-crazy-life.html' title='My crazy life...'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S8jTkC-cBmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/vYmQcR4rS3g/s72-c/176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-3872465790503602255</id><published>2010-04-08T10:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:51:18.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74GOAfEy9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/LkbQ100m7Fg/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457806636137892818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74GOAfEy9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/LkbQ100m7Fg/s400/140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74GNh93CEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xKKk4JVOZxk/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457806627945515074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74GNh93CEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/xKKk4JVOZxk/s400/086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74GNPxd8yI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hxeEBSKiQ2o/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457806623061701410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74GNPxd8yI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hxeEBSKiQ2o/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up a decided to hit the rides we love at Disney that are not so crowded in the morning, such as Indian Jones, Pirates of the Caribbean, Haunted Mansion to name a few. Then we go through the list and hit every ride we have yet to do. I will admit there were a few we left out of the pure fact that they were baby rides and we weren't going to wait 40+ minutes to do those, lucky for us the big rides weren't bad waits. We have a blast and do it all several times that day. We get the celebrate parade in, just before we hit It's a small world (which the kids claim is torture) so we wouldn't have to wait in the long line. That night we watched the fireworks over the castle and bought the kids ridiculously priced flashing balloons, that they loved. It was a fun day and there wasn't a ride we didn't get to do, several times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last day. We get up and do the early morning and hit rides that we want to get in again. Noah is feeling back to normal and wants to do all the bigger roller coasters (finally). We decided to head towards California adventure and ride everything we missed and re-do the ones we loved. Again we didn't do it all, but almost all. We discovered a Monsters ride we couldn't quit laughing about and a Toy Story ride with a ridiculously long line and totally worth the wait. I have to admit, it really was the only wait. We hit California Screaming a few times. Found a great park for the kids to play in while we kicked up our feet. Then we headed back to Disneyland. (I believe I forgot to mention it was freezing that day and we didn't dress right, so the kids got some pants and Scott got a hoodie). We did more of what the kids loved and spent some time in Toon Town (they loved it there). Then I made sure we hit the Electric Parade back over in California Adventure. Then back to do the last of the rides the kids wanted a Disney. Just so you know, we hit Pirates over 10 times, Haunted Mansion at least 5, Buzz Light year 4-5, Indian Jones 5 and so on. We did it all a ton. We were there from 7 in the morning until midnight. The kids were not going to waste their last day, but it wasted us. &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/1114740905694398739-3872465790503602255?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3872465790503602255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=3872465790503602255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3872465790503602255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3872465790503602255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/disney-day-3-4.html' title='Disney Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74GOAfEy9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/LkbQ100m7Fg/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4073454723663838825</id><published>2010-04-08T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:24:50.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A58xfyhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CBntWHhDBZo/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457800793985894930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A58xfyhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CBntWHhDBZo/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A5cKES0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/ANiAj0Og-Fg/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457800785230580546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A5cKES0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/ANiAj0Og-Fg/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A41YYPZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/TlCeLeaddyo/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457800774821625234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A41YYPZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/TlCeLeaddyo/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A4PGJbOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/jA2Q8fnSSAk/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457800764544609506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A4PGJbOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/jA2Q8fnSSAk/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get this done for my journaling so here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up and were going to do the early admittance to Disney, but dragged our feet and took our sweet time getting there.  We finished up a few rides the kids wanted to do at Disneyland and then headed over to California Adventure. The kids found some characters they want pictures and autographs of. Then we were going to try and meet up with the Graff's to hang out for a bit. We went to the Tower of Terror, tons of fun, and missed them by a minute. So then we meet up with then in Bug's Life Land. The kids did some rides and us parents got to catch up. The kids were thrilled to get to be together. Then we went and did a few rides, the only one that comes to mind is the water rapid one. The kids (Harley, Jacei, Shandon, Noah and Derek's sister Victoria) were in one tube and the Derek, Kristy, Scott, Kennedi, Derek's Dad and I were on another. We got soaked and it was tons of fun. Then it was time to eat. After that we did California Soaring, which I must admit made me a little queasy. Then a group went to do California Screaming, Noah couldn't be coaxed into it, so I waited at the bottom with him. We were all getting tired so we decided to head to the hotel of naps and swimming. So it was good by to the Graff's, as they got ready to head off to San Diego. Later that night we go ready and went to dinner, by the time we were done we decided to go back to the hotel and watch a movie and turn in early. We were all out before it even started.&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/1114740905694398739-4073454723663838825?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4073454723663838825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4073454723663838825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4073454723663838825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4073454723663838825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/disney-day-2.html' title='Disney Day 2'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S74A58xfyhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CBntWHhDBZo/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1448292808928646165</id><published>2010-04-03T21:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:23:29.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMf9k20zI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iPghKQRYvrQ/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828379245761330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMf9k20zI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iPghKQRYvrQ/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMfgU2AZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Azch5y6wvvA/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828371393970578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMfgU2AZI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Azch5y6wvvA/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMfQl7pKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/OinJQoydP3I/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828367170675874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMfQl7pKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/OinJQoydP3I/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMMqezsKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/k6Fve9STzxw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828047702601890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMMqezsKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/k6Fve9STzxw/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMMJa74DI/AAAAAAAAAjA/KpG-2uMJ7Ug/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828038827991090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMMJa74DI/AAAAAAAAAjA/KpG-2uMJ7Ug/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMLkbR9uI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kIZuM7xwrZs/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828028897326818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMLkbR9uI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kIZuM7xwrZs/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMLKs4V6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/VZFO0f6lKPA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828021991823266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMLKs4V6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/VZFO0f6lKPA/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMKZWuXnI/AAAAAAAAAio/BrjNHI2MKFg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456828008745557618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMKZWuXnI/AAAAAAAAAio/BrjNHI2MKFg/s400/005.JPG" /&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;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Disney Day One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So after getting in late the night before, after terrible traffic from Las Vegas to California, and a dip in the pool, we decided to sleep in a bit. We were at Disneyland still at a decent hour. To our surprise the kids were happy to see the characters and wanted pictures with them and their autographs. Harley was thrilled to get Mickey’s. We went to Futureland, which was not crowded and s great place to start. I was excited because it is one of my favorite places. We hit Star Wars Tours and then off to Space Mountain. The ride broke right as we were getting close, so I left to get fast passes to Autotopia and then shortly after we were on Space Mountain. Noah enjoyed it, Harley and Scott were sick. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Noah was a bit cranky and still not feeling well, and I was getting frustrated. But we chugged along to Toon Town. The kids loved it there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They made their own Mickey hats and Harley found a Mickey she fell in love with. We JUST randomly went from land to land hitting rides that the kids wanted to do, but that Noah wouldn’t freak out about. We called it a night by 9 and let the kid swim for a bit, while we soaked in the hot tub. Then off to bed. We wanted Noah feeling better the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1448292808928646165?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1448292808928646165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1448292808928646165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1448292808928646165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1448292808928646165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S7qMf9k20zI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iPghKQRYvrQ/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1182557112588698256</id><published>2010-04-03T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:23:01.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Springbreak</title><content type='html'>We started spring break off with a bang. We headed to Utah for Scott and Grant's Tri in American Fork on Saturday. On the way up we heard a loud noise, like Scott hit something. The closer we got to Price the louder the car got. I just thought it was me, because I was sitting in the back of the van and it was just noisier there. Well needless to say there was something wrong with the muffler. Then, we were dropping Dad off at his car and he realized the key he grabbed was right for the car. but didn't have the chip so it wouldn't work. We had to track down a locksmith and get him on his way. We get up and head to Scott's tri and get there and start getting him situated. He realizes he forgot a towel, no biggy we'll grab him one. Or not, the car is dead. So we wait while sweet Mikael gets us one. The race goes pretty well, despite Scott's chain braking on him and having to hammer it together. After we grab lunch and send the kids back to Price with Amber and Nana to Price while we go to fix the car. The hard part is tracking down and open store that deals with mufflers, who knew. Luckily it was and easy fix and we just had two bolts snap off and needed replaced. We hang out with the family for a bit and then head back to Price. I notice that night that Noah isn't feeling all the good, but is trying hard to fake feeling well for the surprise in the morning. Poor guy. Well by the morning, I have a feeling Noah has strep and want to get him checked out. So we head to the ER and get him checked. Sure enough he has strep and is not happy about having to get shots in his bum. So while trying to calm him down I give him hints on where we might be going for the surprise. I tell him there are rides. He guesses a carnival, fair, and a circus. I tell him it is ten hours away, no guesses. I tell him it is in California. Nothing. I say a ride is called the Matterhorn. Disneyland!! How did he even know what the ride was??? He is so happy he quits crying and relaxes for his shot. Miraculously he instantly feels better and is ready to go. He slept most the drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1182557112588698256?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1182557112588698256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1182557112588698256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1182557112588698256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1182557112588698256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/04/springbreak.html' title='Springbreak'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-3713415607473519636</id><published>2010-03-16T19:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:05:33.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Mind</title><content type='html'>This has been a trying week. My kids are pushing every possible button. So much, that I am seriously considering canceling their surprise. It started with the time change (THANKS whoever thought that dumb thing up) and has gotten worse. It is spreading like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wildfire&lt;/span&gt; with the kids. On Sunday Noah was full of attitude, nothing would make the kids happy. He wanted to fight everything. Monday we were going to take the kids for ice cream and they just couldn't stop fighting. We arrive and my wallet was sitting at home on the kitchen table. We turn around and the kids are at each others throats again. We tell them to stop or we are done. They stop until we head back out, so we turned the car around and came home. Much to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; disappointment. Today, after chores,they went to play with friends for about an hour. They stopped by the house and I told them it was time to come home and get homework done. They left &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; bikes, so they had to go back and get them. 30 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. later no kids. So I head to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; friends to get them. They are not there. They mentioned going to the park so I check the nearest park, no kids. Scott and I begin to drive around looking for them, they are no where in sight. I call the friends Mom to see if her kids know anything and find out they went to the school. Relief, it has been over an hour since they should have been home. They are mad because they are in trouble and it is everyone else fault under the sun. I need to chill and finish up dinner so I refuse to talk to them and they have to sit in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; rooms and read or do homework or do nothing. Noah finds a phone in the room and keeps calling my cell phone and leaving messages of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sorries&lt;/span&gt;. I call them to dinner and we discus the issue. Noah is mad that he has to admit a wrong and runs away. I get a call from our friend's daughter that he is camping out in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; back yard. I tell her to ignore him and call if he leaves. A few minuted later I get a call with him stating "Mom, I ran away to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Graff's&lt;/span&gt;. It is cold, cam you pick me up?" We discuss the problem and let the kids eat, bath, do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; reading and go to bed. I hope tomorrow is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-3713415607473519636?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3713415607473519636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=3713415607473519636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3713415607473519636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3713415607473519636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/losing-my-mind.html' title='Losing My Mind'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6486086155113068534</id><published>2010-03-15T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:55:00.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a minute for myself</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be a crazy one. It is pack full of things to do: get everything together for Scott's Tri, get us packed for Utah, get us packed for our surprise, go through warm weather clothes to see what fits, clean the house, do laundry, clean mom's, sub, take car in to check alignment, scouts (which I'm in charge of this month), load the car... you get the point. so after getting a fair amount of what I wanted accomplished today I am taking a break to blog. I really have nothing to write about except that I'm excited and I have a ton to get done. I can't wait to see my family up in Utah. I'm excited for so much. So, back to the grind of getting things done and figuring out what the heck I'm going to cook for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6486086155113068534?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6486086155113068534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6486086155113068534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6486086155113068534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6486086155113068534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/taking-minute-for-myself.html' title='Taking a minute for myself'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1837056912386996573</id><published>2010-03-11T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:37:29.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SOOO excited!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly wait for spring break. Let's face it kids and parents need a break from school right about now. That is not the only reason why I am excited though. We get to start the break off by heading up to Utah to watch Scott do his first tri-athlon of the year. He has been busy training and loves it, so it is so much fun for me to watch all his hard work. (I must admit I am jealous too, because I miss running with the girls and can't wait for them to get over having all these cute babies and start running again.) I'm sure we'll hang out with the family for a bit up in Provo and then head back to Price to hang out with Scott's family. Then the exciting part happens on Sunday. We are going to wake up and head out on a trip that the kids have no clue about. They think we will head home and hang out here for spring break. We will give them hints and have a good time while they guess where we are going. It is ten hours from Price and is a place where you can "Wish upon a star" and your "Dreams will come true." I have been wanting to go there forever with the family. It has never been in the cards, but this year we decided to bite the bullet and do it. The kids are at a fun age, so I can ride all the rides I want to and not just the baby ones. I got a screaming deal, always a plus. And one of the best parts is out friends will be there a couple days with us before they move south. It is going to be sooooo much fun, but having friends there will make it even more fun. The kids love being together too. So I have to get my rear in gear, get everything together and try to keep it on the DL. I just wonder when the kids will wonder what all the luggage is for and how we'll pull that off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1837056912386996573?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1837056912386996573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1837056912386996573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1837056912386996573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1837056912386996573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sooo-excited.html' title='I&apos;m SOOO excited!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2903198495651903715</id><published>2010-03-05T10:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:36:57.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S5FAVfbF6wI/AAAAAAAAAgA/jTryrzulU60/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445204162424204034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S5FAVfbF6wI/AAAAAAAAAgA/jTryrzulU60/s400/Picture+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up to Noah singing "Happy Birthday to ME!!" It was very cute. Noah is 9 today. I can't believe that he is already nine. It feels like yesterday I was having him. It is sad how quickly time goes by. I am so happy that he was given to us. I have a lot to learn from him. He is the sweetest boy in world, don't get me wrong he has his moments. I cherish the fact that he is not to old to give me snuggles, loves and kisses. I love this boy and hope he has a great birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2903198495651903715?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2903198495651903715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2903198495651903715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2903198495651903715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2903198495651903715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/noah.html' title='Noah'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S5FAVfbF6wI/AAAAAAAAAgA/jTryrzulU60/s72-c/Picture+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-559011394398728788</id><published>2010-03-03T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:55:55.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S48hJxIKtiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0Xi6a9Dd_04/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444606926204352034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S48hJxIKtiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0Xi6a9Dd_04/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S48hI3fWUdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JjRdZGshHvQ/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444606910732325330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S48hI3fWUdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JjRdZGshHvQ/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S48hHhK1rnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0c-syfeI4V8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444606887560851058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S48hHhK1rnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0c-syfeI4V8/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the bedding I made for my niece. I am in love with the material, and who doesn't love minki?! To bad I had to ruin the pics with my shadow. Oh well. I ccan't get it right most of the time, why should I now?&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/1114740905694398739-559011394398728788?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/559011394398728788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=559011394398728788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/559011394398728788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/559011394398728788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-bedding.html' title='Baby Bedding'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S48hJxIKtiI/AAAAAAAAAf4/0Xi6a9Dd_04/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-557727419086340797</id><published>2010-03-03T14:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:08:20.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47djeU5I_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/wdS_CYxOsfM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444532601043362802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47djeU5I_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/wdS_CYxOsfM/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47dil0zjtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qg_f5mzOLic/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444532585876393682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47dil0zjtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qg_f5mzOLic/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47c_pUDhJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2zvY8NYu6iU/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444531985517347986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47c_pUDhJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2zvY8NYu6iU/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47c_DOAZQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZN-Y0V5yewQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444531975291430146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47c_DOAZQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZN-Y0V5yewQ/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47c-pv6GKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/i_wbwlhCBTA/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444531968454301858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47c-pv6GKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/i_wbwlhCBTA/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cDR-pvLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zvQJWcFwcbo/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444530948461411506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cDR-pvLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/zvQJWcFwcbo/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cC4ZBcDI/AAAAAAAAAew/t46G1uvkf5M/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444530941592694834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cC4ZBcDI/AAAAAAAAAew/t46G1uvkf5M/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cCXGz7zI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RTFN0szvSbI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444530932657942322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cCXGz7zI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RTFN0szvSbI/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cB-FWdEI/AAAAAAAAAeg/UGoUCJEGg1M/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444530925940929602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cB-FWdEI/AAAAAAAAAeg/UGoUCJEGg1M/s400/016.JPG" /&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/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cBUb2o3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DSomMBxQdpw/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444530914761024370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47cBUb2o3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DSomMBxQdpw/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finally done with Abbey's baby shower. I am posting some pictures of the decorations. It was early in the morning, about 2:30 when we finished setting up. It went very good and she had lots of goodies. It was a lot of fun, but it is good to not have all the prep going. I am sad I didn't set things up better to get better pictures, but I will have to deal with crazy ribbons. There was a ton of yummy food too. A good day.&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/1114740905694398739-557727419086340797?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/557727419086340797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=557727419086340797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/557727419086340797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/557727419086340797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S47djeU5I_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/wdS_CYxOsfM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4447830273139558395</id><published>2010-02-24T10:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:10:33.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>I have to start out saying I am thankful this comes before this weekend, but what a bad week to get sick. We have been fighting the stomach flu here for several days. We are almost over it, but not quite there yet. It just makes getting ready to leave town that much harder. I must admit, my stomach still is churning most the day. I just want to lay down and relax, but I feel like I have so much to do and finish for the baby shower this weekend. If only the effects of the stomach flu wouldn't linger so long. So goes life though. I might leave with a not so perfect house, but I will live. I just hope we are all done with this craziness before Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-4447830273139558395?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4447830273139558395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4447830273139558395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4447830273139558395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4447830273139558395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2963735719901517012</id><published>2010-02-18T12:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:12:14.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess and the Pea</title><content type='html'>My kids are a crack up. I don't know where they come up with things half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background:&lt;br /&gt; My house is disgusting me(big surprise, it's that spring fever cleaning time of year for me). Today while washing Harley's sheets I decided to give the whole bed a washing, mattress cover, bed skirt, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;I go to put on the freshly cleaned, bleached and dried bed skirt on Harley's bed (not a fun task). As I'm doing my acrobatics of balancing the mattress and laying down the bed skirt underneath it, all while trying to keep it straight, I notice a nasty looking shriveled up thing on the bed. As I get closer, without getting to close, my mind is racing as to what it could be. Some bugs nasty nest, a dried up centipede, and egg sack (I had nightmares about bugs last night, can you tell). I grab the trash and find a fruit by the foot wrapper to grab the nasty thing. My heart is pounding. I really just want to run and scream and wait for Scott, I'm a fraidy cat. I take a deep breath, scoop up the centipede and go in for a closer look, but not to close. I should note that I don't have my glasses on and really should. As I look at the disgusting things and contemplate what it could be, again with out getting to close, I decide to chuck it. I continue to work on the bed and then it hits me. The kids got a pea and stuffed it under the mattress to see if Harley could tell. Obviously she is not a princess, for she forgot about the pea and didn't even notice it. It's crushing to find out you're not royalty and heart pounding situation to clean up for the germ/bug aphob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2963735719901517012?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2963735719901517012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2963735719901517012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2963735719901517012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2963735719901517012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/princess-and-pea.html' title='The Princess and the Pea'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1153643564776579305</id><published>2010-02-17T19:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:02:52.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The procrastination Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S3ytN6NSkPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wq2dhvc8RZM/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439412904431620338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S3ytN6NSkPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wq2dhvc8RZM/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S3ytNF6CsmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/f6Tsq5sBj8g/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439412890392244834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S3ytNF6CsmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/f6Tsq5sBj8g/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the queen of procrastination. I am very good at putting things of and then freaking out to get it done. I have always done this and continue to do this. It only adds to the felling of my life spinning out of control. You ask, "Why don't I fix it?" The answer is Who knows, certainly not me. Case in point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah has been preparing for his third grade project of report on someone famous that made a difference in America. He choose to do his report on Daniel Boone. Let me tell you that kids has no (I stress the no) organization skills. We did and re-did things many times because of miss placed items. I was ready for this to be over, until last night. I realized that the next day was when he needed a costume to present his information in the living museum. YIKES!! How do you come up with an outfit like that. Luckily I thought I was ahead of the game, ha, an bought stuff to make a costume. Then the stress set in when I realized I had to have the outfit done that night and not in two days. Needless to say I got it done. The outfit was OK and his hat was a riot. BUT, I had an outfit he loved none the less. He memorized his lines, the morning of, and present them to kids all day when they pressed the button on his hand. Then we went back tonight to let the parents listen. I am happy it is over so I can work o the baby shower stuff (that I am not procrastinating) and be done with the re-doing of his report. Noah is happy to have new pj's too.&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/1114740905694398739-1153643564776579305?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1153643564776579305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1153643564776579305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1153643564776579305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1153643564776579305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/procrastination-queen.html' title='The procrastination Queen'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S3ytN6NSkPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wq2dhvc8RZM/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6570728920310313959</id><published>2010-02-04T11:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:38:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S2sULPFlUUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LbRrQJnaark/s1600-h/Picture+2481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434459558613700930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S2sULPFlUUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LbRrQJnaark/s400/Picture+2481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went in for another check up with Noah's Psychiatrist. We sat down and went through some questions. He asked Noah if he liked school. Noah replied "No.....I LOVE it." The psychiatrist got a kick out of it and laughed for a minute and then told me I needed to record it. So I thought I would record it along with his progress. Noah is doing well on his medication. we still have our moments, but they aren't as bad or nearly as often. He is a different boy, a true 8 almost 9 year old. It is good to see. He has told me that he likes how his medicine makes him feel better and not so worried. The plan right now is to keep him on his meds. until this summer, and then when he doesn't have the pressures of school we will take him off and see how he does. His doctor says with maturity and help he can learn the coping mechanisms to deal with stress and anxiety. So we will see how it goes. I am along for the ride, as always, and hope that I can help Noah get the skills he needs to have a good life (not that I feel slightly successful at any given time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6570728920310313959?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6570728920310313959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6570728920310313959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6570728920310313959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6570728920310313959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/noah.html' title='Noah'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S2sULPFlUUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LbRrQJnaark/s72-c/Picture+2481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4501614724622910427</id><published>2010-02-03T12:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:35:13.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids (neeed I say more)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S2nP5l6o11I/AAAAAAAAAd4/vJ0jlChE_Gw/s1600-h/Picture+929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434103013736765266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S2nP5l6o11I/AAAAAAAAAd4/vJ0jlChE_Gw/s400/Picture+929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids have the Webb blood that runs deep, you can't escape it no matter how hard you try. They need dessert every night before bed. I t is a part of our routine. If Noah doesn't have his dessert, he can not fall asleep. Within a few minutes of giving him his dessert he is out cold, after trying for hour to fall asleep without having it. This drives Scott crazy! He dreads the nightly, "What about dessert?" One night he had had it with the kids asking for dessert and not heading to bed. Needless to say, he lost it. He ranted and raved about how he hates dessert and whoever invented it. So, my smartalic kids came up with asking for their veggies before bedtime. So now at night I do not hear "What about dessert," but instead I hear "What about my Veggies?" That is so something my sisters and brothers would have done when we were growing up. It puts a smile on my face, not sure it should though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-4501614724622910427?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4501614724622910427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4501614724622910427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4501614724622910427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4501614724622910427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-neeed-i-say-more.html' title='Kids (neeed I say more)'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S2nP5l6o11I/AAAAAAAAAd4/vJ0jlChE_Gw/s72-c/Picture+929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5592385454005995266</id><published>2010-02-03T08:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:37:29.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to feel like we have it together? Sometimes I feel OK with where I'm at, but right now I feel like a run away train barreling down the tracks with no stopping in sight. My house is in complete shams, how it got there I don't know. I NEED to work out at least 4 times a week, which is not always the easiest thing to fit in when your life is out of control. My kids asked their Dad this morning "Why is Mom mean all the time". I will admit there really is not a nice bone in my body this week, but the kids are out of control too. I can't believe how irritating they are being. I really feel like I am losing it and there is no coming back this time. Last night I felt like being hauled off to a mental hospital for some R&amp;amp;R. Will I every get some semblance of order in my life? Will I feel like I have control over anything? Probably not. Maybe I can fake the nice till I make it. Well off to work out and try to clean my house that is hanging on by a nail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5592385454005995266?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5592385454005995266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5592385454005995266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5592385454005995266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5592385454005995266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5089857603987585189</id><published>2010-01-28T22:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:12:44.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>Some of the things I love about this stage of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to the girls in the car, and acting like a dork for their entertainment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamming out to music in the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No longer being told, by my son, to turn down the music it is giving him a headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends I can vent to and they think no less of me (Love ya Kristy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More time at night with my hubby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going on a date and leaving kids (not Having to get a babysitter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming a Great Aunt (as fun as being an aunt, but officially great)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Independent kids (double edge sword there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim team &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time for a little more crafting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls Night Out (to far between)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craft day with the sisters, and not getting anything accomplished but fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I could go on and on, but there are a few off the top of my head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5089857603987585189?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5089857603987585189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5089857603987585189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5089857603987585189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5089857603987585189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6865129264975555224</id><published>2010-01-23T15:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:02:28.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_bflM1AI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4-d2A0KCtcU/s1600-h/love-12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073886035989506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_bflM1AI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4-d2A0KCtcU/s400/love-12.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_SAplpqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IU1IOwb-Fdo/s1600-h/love-02.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073723114071714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_SAplpqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/IU1IOwb-Fdo/s400/love-02.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_RvkmNkI/AAAAAAAAAdg/R2cVwdjCj2c/s1600-h/love-06.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073718529734210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_RvkmNkI/AAAAAAAAAdg/R2cVwdjCj2c/s400/love-06.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_RCTD2RI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Dw6vIC8NiGk/s1600-h/love-09.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073706376583442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_RCTD2RI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Dw6vIC8NiGk/s400/love-09.jpeg" /&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/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_Qk_RKNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/u8vnQLlh4yw/s1600-h/love-17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073698508941522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_Qk_RKNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/u8vnQLlh4yw/s400/love-17.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_QZ3J8pI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Y0G_UnORON4/s1600-h/love-18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073695522124434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_QZ3J8pI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Y0G_UnORON4/s400/love-18.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been making these albums for my sis. They are so cute, in my opinion, I just want to keep them. They have been fun to make and a bit challenging on those less then creative days. They are for her girls to fill in with pictures and journaling of things they love. I can't wait to see them done. If you want to see more pics of these cute albums check out my scarycute blog.&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/1114740905694398739-6865129264975555224?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6865129264975555224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6865129264975555224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6865129264975555224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6865129264975555224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S1t_bflM1AI/AAAAAAAAAdw/4-d2A0KCtcU/s72-c/love-12.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-4539111484594069907</id><published>2010-01-22T12:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:30:46.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week off</title><content type='html'>It has basically been a fun week for the kids. No school Monday, delay Tuesday, delay Wednesday, cancelled Thursday, cancelled Friday. I don't look forward to making it up, but I have to admit, it was nice to have a slow week. I have not accomplished much, haven't left the house much, but weeks like these don't come often in Farmington. At least not since I was younger. I am also surprised at how little the kids want to go out in the snow. I think we lived in it. I'm not complaining, the little they  have has made a wreck of the house, but they have had fun making a Winter Wonderland in the backyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-4539111484594069907?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4539111484594069907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=4539111484594069907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4539111484594069907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/4539111484594069907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-off.html' title='A week off'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5032717257134733475</id><published>2010-01-14T11:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:35:40.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare Time?!?!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S09mIPlSM6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Qrwadl7kzks/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426668367812637602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S09mIPlSM6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Qrwadl7kzks/s400/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S09mHQ-CttI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KlkNTb7RtFc/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426668351005046482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S09mHQ-CttI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KlkNTb7RtFc/s400/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My spare time seems to be limited these days. Do I remember what that is? I have too many things to get done, and don't want to. I have made time to get ready for my niece's baby shower. These are the invitations I am working on. Scott says I'm cray to be doing these, but I have been wanting to make them for awhile. I bought premade card and envelopes to make the job easier. I did emboss the circle paper myself, but it is worth it. I think they are too cute. I also love the foot print stamp. I also have been making a quilt, working on some word book for my sis and am starting to sew some hooter hiders.&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/1114740905694398739-5032717257134733475?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5032717257134733475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5032717257134733475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5032717257134733475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5032717257134733475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/01/spare-time.html' title='Spare Time?!?!???'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/S09mIPlSM6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Qrwadl7kzks/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-9217117974348916031</id><published>2010-01-13T18:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:51:43.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have learned in the last week</title><content type='html'>-I can live without DP and it does get easier (I don't think about it every second)&lt;br /&gt;-Noah would rather me drink caffeine,, I am nicer&lt;br /&gt;-I am glad I have never been addicted to anything stronger then DP&lt;br /&gt;-It hurts to start working out again, why do I stop&lt;br /&gt;-I have no brain, mind or anything going on upstairs (not really new, just re confirmed)&lt;br /&gt;-Why do I keep adding things to my life to make myself more crazy, I don't need the help&lt;br /&gt;-I am exhausted today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-9217117974348916031?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/9217117974348916031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=9217117974348916031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/9217117974348916031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/9217117974348916031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-have-learned-in-last-week.html' title='What I have learned in the last week'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-1400780969584520059</id><published>2010-01-08T09:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:38:50.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not myself</title><content type='html'>Well I have been extra lazy and just not myself this week. It is not after holiday blues. I have all these grand plans of deep cleaning my house, getting better organized, finish painting and the list goes on and on. Instead I do what HAS to be done and am happy with that. The reason why is Monday I said farewell, for now, to my beloved Dr. Pepper. I had tried quiting a few months back and made it almost 4 days and said forget it. I am on day five today and am doing slightly better this time. I have only had one migraine and one constant headache. On Tuesday Mikael was over, the night of my migraine, and I was trying to convince her to have a DP with me. We laughed and talked about the serious problem I have, I know I do that is why I am giving the best drink ever up. We love the show intervention and talked about getting me help and went through the "intervention" part of the show. It was great to hear Mooches reasoning as to why DP has effected her and my life in a negative way. I haven't said much to anyone about quiting, because my track record is not so great, but today I feel recommitted. Eventually it will  be a special treat now and then, but not for awhile. All I have to say is I better loose some weight giving up pop, and hopefully soon I will be over the headaches and back to working on all my grand ideas (and getting burnt out a day or two into to it). And that is why I am not myself lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-1400780969584520059?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1400780969584520059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=1400780969584520059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1400780969584520059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/1400780969584520059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-myself.html' title='Not myself'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-3289894305077346403</id><published>2009-12-31T11:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:21:25.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>It was a great Christmas this year. I would be posting pictures, but that will have to come later. Our computer got a virus and it killed the poor thing. I was able to get all that I know I cared about off of it, so I'm good there. We thought it also ruined Harley's new ipod touch, thank goodness it didn't. We went to Best Buy and they reset it and fixed it for us. I decided to look at the computers, I was hating mine at the moment. It has been a great computer for the past 6 years, but I am done with it to tell you the truth. I found several I like and ended up buying one I love (thank you Nanny and Papa). So I am slowly trying to get my stuff transferred from my old computer that I saved, but I have to relearn how to work on the computer. This runs a newer version of windows, and let me tell you it is different. I am getting there and hopefully I soon will have pics to put up ab out our Christmas. But if not, it was one of the best in my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-3289894305077346403?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3289894305077346403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=3289894305077346403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3289894305077346403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/3289894305077346403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5958417862935010497</id><published>2009-12-09T19:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:35:54.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you stay at Aunt Chelsey's</title><content type='html'>Logan decided it would be fun to play in the dog kennel. I decided to get a few pictures and make up a story about getting lock in the kennel. She really had a good time and invited the dogs to join her. The declined by running and hiding, a little rude I think. She was stuck for a moment as I snapped pictures, because I was in front of the door. I scared her for a second and then I moved. She started laughing and continued her fun. And That is how we get the rules of Aunt Chelsey's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first your naughty and get put in the "CAGE"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SyBZUQbolSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PEVxUt4oDtg/s1600-h/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413424956642465058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SyBZUQbolSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PEVxUt4oDtg/s400/Picture+194.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You quickly realize you lot in life, but hold out hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SyBZUAPn-yI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WNaOenMInTE/s1600-h/Picture+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413424952297126690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SyBZUAPn-yI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WNaOenMInTE/s400/Picture+193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SyBZTuwMd9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/qn1ABTFZT98/s1600-h/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413424947601897426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SyBZTuwMd9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/qn1ABTFZT98/s400/Picture+190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally you are broken and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contemplate&lt;/span&gt; being a good child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5958417862935010497?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5958417862935010497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5958417862935010497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5958417862935010497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5958417862935010497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happens-when-you-stay-at-aunt.html' title='What happens when you stay at Aunt Chelsey&apos;s'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SyBZUQbolSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PEVxUt4oDtg/s72-c/Picture+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6330985761473573168</id><published>2009-12-04T14:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:03:00.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy week</title><content type='html'>This week has been one crazy, tiring week. I still have a million things left to do, but won't. I have helped my Mom clean twice this week, she has a big dinner Sunday. I've gotten Scott ready for the hunt, ran kids to their things, dealt with grumpy (post Thanksgiving) kids, grocery shopping, and every other little thing I can't think of. I need a weekend of nothingness. To bad my house needs a good cleaning and Christmas decorations up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6330985761473573168?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6330985761473573168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6330985761473573168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6330985761473573168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6330985761473573168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy week'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6243244153910601467</id><published>2009-12-03T14:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:42:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard being a Mom</title><content type='html'>It's hard for me to watch as my kids grow up and face difficult things in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; am thankful that there is nothing out of the "norm" for us to deal with, but life is hard. It is hard to stand by and watch as other children, and especially friends, are hurtful to your child. I am working really hard to let them grow and become strong people, to let them stand on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own, to grow thick skin, and remember to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; best and not worry about what others think and just be happy with doing what they feel is right. I wish I could protect them and shelter them from it all, but what good would that do. I try to listen, sympathize and give advice when asked. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; my kids come to me with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; problems and are comfortable talking with me about things. I am blessed with sweet loving children, who sometimes have the horns holding up the halo. I just hope that I can be the Mom they need and deserve. I hope they know I love them and have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; best outcome in mind. I sure love my kids. It makes me think of how hard it must be for Heavenly Father to watch us and not intervene on out behalf. Well being a parent isn't easy, but it is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-6243244153910601467?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6243244153910601467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6243244153910601467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6243244153910601467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6243244153910601467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-hard-being-mom.html' title='It&apos;s hard being a Mom'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-5023662735376630906</id><published>2009-11-16T10:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:38:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we already be here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SwGN5WIK04I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lexudgpfHbk/s1600/Picture+1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404757044153209730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SwGN5WIK04I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lexudgpfHbk/s400/Picture+1074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how quickly my kids are growing up. Last week Harley came home and informed me that she was asked out twice by a boy that day. She kept turning him down. I love that the thought of it repulses her. I was so not that way. My first "boyfriend" was in fourth grade. We went out for maybe a week. Didn't talk the whole time and I broke up with him for who knows what reason. Then he was my next boyfriend again in sixth grade and we held hands at Connie Mack and soon broke up after that awkward moment. I am thankful she like to talk to about these things. I hope that we can keep an open relationship. The second we don't I will be worried that she is not doing what she should. Oh, and I must add, Scott freaked out at the thought of a boy asking his baby girl out. He was not a happy camper. I love it, but it cracks me up too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-5023662735376630906?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5023662735376630906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=5023662735376630906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5023662735376630906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/5023662735376630906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-we-already-be-here.html' title='Can we already be here'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SwGN5WIK04I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lexudgpfHbk/s72-c/Picture+1074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2617272829311727661</id><published>2009-11-16T10:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:29:12.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How come?</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of how comes running through my head, but I will focus on one. How come it is SOOO hard to motivate myself to work out. Then when I do I feel like a rock star. But then it is hard to do it again the next day. Why can't it be as addicting to me as it was in High School. Maybe  not to that extreme, 2 to 3 workouts a day, but at least one. I realize that I have so much more to fill my life now and working out was my escape then. I am hoping to get back to working out faithfully, but motivation is something I severely lack. I'm hoping by the New year I will be ready to fork out the money for the gym and go with my friend at 4:30 in the morning. I know crazy, but I am way excited to. I know crazy. I just have to be ready to pay. I am making myself work out so many times a week at home and hopefully start getting up to do it at 4:30 at home. If I can prove to myself I will do it here, then it will be worth the money for the gym. Oh if only I would have appreciated my body before I had kids and didn't find every fault disgusting. I guess that is what happens when you are the biggest sister and have skinny, rockin' bodied sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2617272829311727661?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2617272829311727661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2617272829311727661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2617272829311727661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2617272829311727661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-come.html' title='How come?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-2838048790657665105</id><published>2009-11-12T14:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:46:12.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Cute</title><content type='html'>I started a new blog and a shop on Etsy &lt;a href="http://scarycute.etsy.com/"&gt;http://scarycute.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; . I hope it works if not, I'll have a stock pile of presents. I'm starting small and I'll see how it goes from there. Let me know what you think. Any input will be helpful, I can handle the truth (if it's good and if not lie, j/k). I decided to do things I wouldn't mind keeping and could give if it doesn't work out. My luck it won't, but it's worth a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1114740905694398739-2838048790657665105?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2838048790657665105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=2838048790657665105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2838048790657665105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/2838048790657665105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/11/scary-cute.html' title='Scary Cute'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114740905694398739.post-6746346252419599018</id><published>2009-11-03T11:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:14:36.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in touch with my creative side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvByvEtP-eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/x83tWD49g_A/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399942106260175330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvByvEtP-eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/x83tWD49g_A/s320/Picture+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvByuqxkE1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/x9yKxPvGaeA/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399942099298947922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvByuqxkE1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/x9yKxPvGaeA/s320/Picture+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxaYLZN3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/UqdNCXaohVk/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399940651198003058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxaYLZN3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/UqdNCXaohVk/s320/Picture+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxZ9RcXKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2UYil77W5Ow/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399940643975617698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxZ9RcXKI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2UYil77W5Ow/s320/Picture+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxZeyBtJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4OZFf199uXk/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399940635790783634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxZeyBtJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4OZFf199uXk/s320/Picture+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxY4qUWxI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2EBfZ2W7dGs/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399940625557904146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxY4qUWxI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2EBfZ2W7dGs/s320/Picture+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxYmr3nRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EESbR05pRnM/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399940620732570898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvBxYmr3nRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EESbR05pRnM/s320/Picture+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so there is not much of a creative side, but it will have to do. I have a great copy and make my own side, which feels creative to me. I am getting presents and things for myself done and here is a look at a few things I've been doing. I am in love with the chipboard word album books right now. I have seen many done and like few though. I have seen them premade on etsy selling for $35 and think it is crazy because they aren't as cute as I'd think they'd be for that much. So I will take what they have done and improve it to my liking. I also have made a nursing blanket for a friend of mine, which they are quite easy. I have forgotten how much I love to sew and put fabrics together. I think 90% of the fun for me is putting things together. There is something about taking fabrics, papers, or embellishments and mixing them up and pairing them to get a result you might not have seen in the first place. I know it sounds stupid, but I always wanted to be artistic and that was not a trait I was given, so this fills the void. I really need to get my sewing machine tuned up and quilting again. It is nice to take a little me time and feel creative, no matter how small it might be. Now if only I could get paid to do it, that would be perfect.&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/1114740905694398739-6746346252419599018?l=chelsdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6746346252419599018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1114740905694398739&amp;postID=6746346252419599018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6746346252419599018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1114740905694398739/posts/default/6746346252419599018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsdavis.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-in-touch-with-my-creative-side.html' title='Getting in touch with my creative side'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576194517312070993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/TAfmKtNuBdI/AAAAAAAAArM/dBaC1fXzEwg/S220/Picture+834.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOd83VpCUgg/SvByvEtP-eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/x83tWD49g_A/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
