<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799</id><updated>2009-10-13T08:40:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Bet On Black</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-8284434759634236192</id><published>2009-07-14T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:38:07.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time...</title><content type='html'>So I am lame and I haven't blogged in a LONG time...After being kicked in the butt by a few of you I decided to get my hiney in gear and try to do a little catch up. I'm not really going in order because...well, I'm confusing like that... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fourth&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of years we've been lucky enough to spend the Fourth at my in-laws house on the lake. It's a blast for the kids and the fireworks are amazing to watch over the water. I have to admit that I do miss my own family's tradition of taking the boat out on the Sound, playing cards, making fun of each other and eating way too much food... But now it seems a new tradition has started and my side of the family has decided to join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the highlights for the kids was the inflatable water slide that Darren (Logan's brother) brought with them. The boys LOVED it and spent almost the whole day going up and down and splashing each other. They need to make a bigger one so the adults can jump on too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy5ekEGmaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZSG4SrdCMQk/s1600-h/IMG_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy5ekEGmaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZSG4SrdCMQk/s320/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371872390274259362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy6uppsTZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Wtil1k4A7rc/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy6uppsTZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Wtil1k4A7rc/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371873766163631506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the picture beneath speaks for itself. The kids weren't the only ones who had fun with the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy5daI45XI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UqdIwfWg548/s1600-h/IMG_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy5daI45XI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UqdIwfWg548/s320/IMG_2322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371872370430109042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy5c7ibfXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/FuBFnC1q3gQ/s1600-h/IMG_2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy5c7ibfXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/FuBFnC1q3gQ/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371872362215734642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law Mary is awesome and is always making really cool crafts and fun things with her boys. They made these fun shirts by using different types of noodles and paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy98heBbhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Cx9E_FRCW_U/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy98heBbhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Cx9E_FRCW_U/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877303020252690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy99Nt6jMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YgKFHN3SebA/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy99Nt6jMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YgKFHN3SebA/s320/IMG_2379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877314898070722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the sun started to set, the fireworks were close at hand. You can see the excitement on Kade and his cousins (Lydia and Mac's) faces as they anticipated the show. Or was it the prospect of staying up late and getting to eat all the smores their little hearts desired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy9-eWpHYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hr9k7SSnmG4/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy9-eWpHYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hr9k7SSnmG4/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877336543731074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad, months in advance started to work on his pyrotechics (fireworks show). He had huge plans this year. I don't know what got into him but he was like a kid at a candy store. Maybe it was because for so many years he was deprived of lighting things off when we would celebrate on the boat, but regardless, he was pumped. It took quite awhile to set up and get everything just right, but it was well worth the wait. I wonder what he'll do to top himself next year... I'm a little frightened to be honest. :) Here's a pic of him starting to set it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAICAbrlI/AAAAAAAAAek/CJiAeH2FSaY/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAICAbrlI/AAAAAAAAAek/CJiAeH2FSaY/s320/IMG_2426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371879699756330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's pics of us all waiting... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Eric and Baby Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAHsZd5pI/AAAAAAAAAec/11aYVvmUocg/s1600-h/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAHsZd5pI/AAAAAAAAAec/11aYVvmUocg/s320/IMG_2419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371879693955753618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' sister Alisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAHJIZMPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IOPH5O6hMM4/s1600-h/IMG_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAHJIZMPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IOPH5O6hMM4/s320/IMG_2409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371879684488900850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sis-in-law Sarah and my niece Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAF6n5ShI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lKqwmhttpyQ/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozAF6n5ShI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lKqwmhttpyQ/s320/IMG_2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371879663414626834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozCcPiSLwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/veYxhMswyUM/s1600-h/IMG_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozCcPiSLwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/veYxhMswyUM/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371882246008614658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't let this grumpy face fool you - we had a great Fourth of July. Thanks family for making it so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozCQRUv8cI/AAAAAAAAAe8/aJiB33LMxuM/s1600-h/IMG_2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SozCQRUv8cI/AAAAAAAAAe8/aJiB33LMxuM/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371882040330285506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-8284434759634236192?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8284434759634236192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=8284434759634236192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/8284434759634236192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/8284434759634236192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time...'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/Soy5ekEGmaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZSG4SrdCMQk/s72-c/IMG_2339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-870026194080581407</id><published>2009-07-07T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:40:47.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade's Fun in the Sun Birthday party - minus the sun...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my little guy is three!! Each day is an adventure with this kiddo (and no - this pic is not from Halloween - he loves to get into "character"). :) &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQTliYXJCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ATTxjIQ4hso/s1600-h/IMG_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQTliYXJCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ATTxjIQ4hso/s320/IMG_2196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355927392455435298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For his birthday we wanted to do something fun and laid back. We decided on a sun filled water slide/sprinkler, kiddie pool party at my parents. However, the weather did not like our plans... When we arrived to set up it had started to rain. Not good. I started to stress a little, but in the end it all worked out. Instead of water toys, the kids played on the swings and slide, blew bubbles, harassed the chickens, beat a pinata with a bat and ate some tasty food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQVbMTBUMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/K2_jUR-tyhk/s1600-h/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQVbMTBUMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/K2_jUR-tyhk/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355929413752017090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQUdvLa4sI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cXFo1XOxVS0/s1600-h/IMG_2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQUdvLa4sI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cXFo1XOxVS0/s320/IMG_2232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355928357963489986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQTmSI0f2I/AAAAAAAAAak/1YdVJryzz6M/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQcSbOm4WI/AAAAAAAAAck/d_cU01N6wBs/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355936959722611042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQcQrc_kEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/H9MRuqJ5mq8/s1600-h/IMG_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQcQrc_kEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/H9MRuqJ5mq8/s320/IMG_2210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355936929718177858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQUdvLa4sI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cXFo1XOxVS0/s1600-h/IMG_2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQUdvLa4sI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cXFo1XOxVS0/s320/IMG_2232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355928357963489986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all our wonderful friends and family who celebrated this special day with us. I wish I would've been able to spend more time talking with all of you, but I think the kids had fun and after all, that's what it's all about right?! We love you little kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQU7jikdyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/9YgwqNHLubE/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-870026194080581407?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/870026194080581407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=870026194080581407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/870026194080581407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/870026194080581407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2009/07/kades-fun-in-sun-birthday-party-minus.html' title='Kade&apos;s Fun in the Sun Birthday party - minus the sun...'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SlQTliYXJCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ATTxjIQ4hso/s72-c/IMG_2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-7713425224072079522</id><published>2009-01-04T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:21:31.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner Is...</title><content type='html'>As promised - I'm about to share with you my family's Christmas Sweater Creations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: some of the pictures below are slightly inappropriate (mainly my parents sweaters) and you will most likely never look at us the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to unveil our creations one couple at a time. After seeing them all in their glory we decided that it was just too hard to choose one "ugly" sweater. We needed to have several categories: Naughtiest, Cutest, Most Creative, Ugliest, Hottest, and Tackiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st couple: Sarah and Eric&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see in the picture but Eric's sweater had hoops in it to make the shape of the tree and was seriously blinding us with his lights. I think the bows are a nice touch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgZtodXxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hEjvxCvUNo8/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgZtodXxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hEjvxCvUNo8/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287683801116139282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah won the award for the "Cutest" sweater. I bet some old lady out there would actually buy this sweater and wear it for real. I want to borrow her snowball earrings. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGg1K4Dv6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Un4RNMbNl9U/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGg1K4Dv6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Un4RNMbNl9U/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287684272822665122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couple #2: Alisa and Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgZ5Qs67I/AAAAAAAAAWw/99DGikb3tao/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgZ5Qs67I/AAAAAAAAAWw/99DGikb3tao/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287683804237720498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisa and Brien were Santa's Special Helpers. Alisa won the "Hottest" award although we debated whether Brien should have tied with those legs of his. :) Alisa's shirt said "Gangsta Wrapper" which gave it just the right ghetto touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple #4: Terah and Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgaoZvCQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dPyqwEvMaGg/s1600-h/IMG_1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgaoZvCQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dPyqwEvMaGg/s320/IMG_1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287683816892074242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terah's sweater "Death to Gingerbread Men" won for "most creative" and would have won "Creepiest" if that was one of the categories. :) It had an LCD screen with a sweating, baking gingerbread man in the middle and dismembered gingerbread men all over the front and back. It's hard to tell in this picture but there are drowning men on the bottom. Oh and you can't forget the ones being hung by a noose from candy canes. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgaRPsrTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h86a06WLVeU/s1600-h/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgaRPsrTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/h86a06WLVeU/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287683810675961138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared won "Tackiest". If you see this pictured enlarged, it is easy to see why. The santa's face is actually a picture of my mom's face and the body is made from Budweiser cans. Classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple #5: Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgbBc-S8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/wOjBIhpVIX0/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgbBc-S8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/wOjBIhpVIX0/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287683823616543682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure what to say about my mom and dad. They both won hands down for "Naughtiest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGmee8RTjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uGQAIG-6w-M/s1600-h/IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGmee8RTjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uGQAIG-6w-M/s320/IMG_1657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287690480141815346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGn-r74bRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5coxiL8FUig/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGn-r74bRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5coxiL8FUig/s320/IMG_1654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692132897287442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Upon closer examination it's not be hard to tell why they won in this category. I am still in awe of my dad's motif - he created every last bit of it. My mom made him make some alterations - I guess it wasn't PG 13 enough. I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple #6: Logan and Leah&lt;br /&gt;So, our battery on our camera conveniently died before Logan and I walked the runway. When my sister emails me a pic from hers I will post it. You'll have to rely on the group pic and my descriptions for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan's sweater vest and mock turtleneck were deliciously horrible and the blinking Christmas lights on the bottom added a special flare to his ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing says "Ugly Christmas Sweater" to me more then a sweater with cats on it. So you can only imagine how excited I was when I found one. It worked too because I won "Ugliest" (and tied for naughtiest - perhaps it was because of the tights in lieu of pants).  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGmfLoEahI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZOQf1Pp7Tso/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGmfLoEahI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZOQf1Pp7Tso/s320/IMG_1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287690492136679954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. Can't wait to see what my family will come up with next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-7713425224072079522?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7713425224072079522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=7713425224072079522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7713425224072079522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7713425224072079522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is...'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SWGgZtodXxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hEjvxCvUNo8/s72-c/IMG_1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-4293844069043765910</id><published>2008-12-21T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:30:28.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days, Early Christmas, and all I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned something new this week - Kade loves snow just as much as his mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8Yd_ITIgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LOZsmHPvb54/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8Yd_ITIgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LOZsmHPvb54/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467791370396162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first day of snow he kept saying - "I want to play in the snow! I want to throw snow at you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8YeFCORvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zowRqDTFdf4/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8YeFCORvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zowRqDTFdf4/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467792955524850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so he did. (Note the concentration and sheer force of his throw. Even his nostrils are flared in effort to nail me with the perfect snowball...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8YeXOPTgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2M7z7j4EuQo/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8YeXOPTgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2M7z7j4EuQo/s320/IMG_1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467797837762050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon his friend Amber became his partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8Ye9g1sTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3i2D37XqrtI/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8Ye9g1sTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3i2D37XqrtI/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467808116322610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one was safe after that. I got hit pretty good a couple times. Luckily their aim wasn't too high- snow on my legs and in my coat pocket I can handle. In my face...not so fun... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8YfIhyttI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HQgpJFg-aKM/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8YfIhyttI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HQgpJFg-aKM/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467811073111762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told him he can't go skiing or snowboarding until he is 5. However, watching him playing in the snow these past couple of days I might have to reconsider. He loves being in the snow so much! It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to come back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, he will come in out of the snow if it means he gets to play with one of his favorite friends - Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eB7aJu7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Y2vMlPsNynQ/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eB7aJu7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Y2vMlPsNynQ/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282473906404965298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if it means he gets to decorate and eat sugar cookies with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eCR2HYSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jHx2JS-kLtc/s1600-h/IMG_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eCR2HYSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jHx2JS-kLtc/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282473912427831586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And pose all cheesy in front of her Christmas tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eBmtHCWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/d9lvHdgr-ag/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eBmtHCWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/d9lvHdgr-ag/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282473900847335778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fun in the snow we were able to celebrate Christmas early with Logan's side of the family. We all ventured out to the lake up at his parents house for some grub, gifts and games. Why do they call food "grub" by the way? To me, it makes it sound kind of dirty, like grimy or something. I used it purely for the purpose of Aliteration but I think it just made it onto the "words I do not like" list next to bunions. Anyways sorry for the tangent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below is a picture of Kade, and his two cousins Monica and Halle. He ADORES these two and asks for them constantly. They are very sweet and patient with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8b4X3mLPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4x-dElfw9Yo/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8b4X3mLPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4x-dElfw9Yo/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282471543222709490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the whole gang. They did remarkably well considering there were fifty cameras in their faces with each adult saying "Look over here! Smile at me!" (okay not fifty but at least four or five) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eAk_79FI/AAAAAAAAAVw/koJQ7WHQnfo/s1600-h/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eAk_79FI/AAAAAAAAAVw/koJQ7WHQnfo/s320/IMG_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282473883209561170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little guy had almost as much fun playing ON his presents then playing WITH them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8b5kO6vlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uSBdN198Iuo/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8b5kO6vlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uSBdN198Iuo/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282471563721621074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except for this one... His grandma ran the presents by us beforehand and I thought - how fun! He loves music - he'll love the recorder. And he did. A little too much. Do you know what a recorder sounds like at 7:30 in the morning? I do. Not good. Shame on me...I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8fcC0cWsI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zqQR1-OxlPE/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8fcC0cWsI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zqQR1-OxlPE/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282475454582512322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next came the gift exchange for the adults. Logan's mom (Carole) opened what turned out to be the favorite of the party: two nerf guns. It was quickly got stolen from her and I think everyone there got hit at least five times each. And that was before the kids got a chance to play with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8b6zNRv0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Fw6cuVjcMO0/s1600-h/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8b6zNRv0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Fw6cuVjcMO0/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282471584921141058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, what can a party be without a little rock n' roll. Logan's brother Darren was the only one who had never played it before. From the look on his face in the picture below you can tell he's hooked now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eAzKhOOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/raPzNazQOMs/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8eAzKhOOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/raPzNazQOMs/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282473887012042978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...So now it's time for the last part of my post tonight. Drum role please...&lt;br /&gt; "What I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A pair of stretchy pants&lt;/span&gt; (oh and some self control).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note the picture below. It only shows one tenth of the damage that has been done in our house these past couple of weeks. Three cookies a day plus a piece of pie each night is probably not a good idea right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8kSqOEMqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KAdxt5ie_lk/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8kSqOEMqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KAdxt5ie_lk/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282480790918410914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHH! BLAST YOU SUGAR!! YOU ARE PURE EVIL!! And I am weak. :)&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/1917941456127914799-4293844069043765910?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4293844069043765910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=4293844069043765910' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4293844069043765910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4293844069043765910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-days-early-christmas-and-all-i.html' title='Snow Days, Early Christmas, and all I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SU8Yd_ITIgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LOZsmHPvb54/s72-c/IMG_1480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-1510438454795702995</id><published>2008-12-17T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:59:50.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer to A Kick A** Boy Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving Day my sister Sarah and bro-in-law Eric surprised us with some great news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SUmgIs8pqeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QHdxHcgtcCw/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SUmgIs8pqeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QHdxHcgtcCw/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280928109433563618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to meet Bad Boy Baby Cooper!&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/1917941456127914799-1510438454795702995?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1510438454795702995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=1510438454795702995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/1510438454795702995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/1510438454795702995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-step-closer-to-kick-boy-band.html' title='One Step Closer to A Kick A** Boy Band'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SUmgIs8pqeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QHdxHcgtcCw/s72-c/IMG_1460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-2512855255874072199</id><published>2008-11-17T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:27:48.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Sweater Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SSJPaFf-K7I/AAAAAAAAATo/pRk2mdvZse8/s1600-h/IMG_7664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SSJPaFf-K7I/AAAAAAAAATo/pRk2mdvZse8/s320/IMG_7664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269861823548369842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so can I tell you just how much I love my family? Last year my sister Sarah and her husband wowed us all with their festive Holiday Sweaters. This was the only pic I could find of them in their masterpieces but it just doesn't do them justice. Eric's had a v-neck with a turtle neck underneath framed by some gold trimming to give it a more classy look. Sarah's cardigan was decorated with lots of Christmas jolly both on the front and back. I think we even named them if I remember correctly. This year we have been challenged to top their past creations. To be honest, I am feeling a little nervous. My family is quite the crafty bunch and I've got some stiff competition. Unfortunately all I've come up with have been inappropriate (a naughty elf is not something for the whole family to see) or the obvious completely expected tacky sweater that we all know so well. You know what I'm talking about. Your grandma has one, or maybe has sent you one in the mail as a present... Anyways - I am open to any suggestions and will keep you posted on any new developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-2512855255874072199?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2512855255874072199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=2512855255874072199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2512855255874072199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2512855255874072199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-sweater-countdown.html' title='Christmas Sweater Countdown'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SSJPaFf-K7I/AAAAAAAAATo/pRk2mdvZse8/s72-c/IMG_7664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-4711388719627353768</id><published>2008-11-14T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:10:28.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame</title><content type='html'>I'm lame and haven't posted in awhile. There will be more to come very soon... stay tuned. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-4711388719627353768?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4711388719627353768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=4711388719627353768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4711388719627353768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4711388719627353768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/11/lame.html' title='Lame'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-2989862233765056821</id><published>2008-11-14T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:08:51.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SR5mZvuIUaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ldM-5_hIpnY/s1600-h/IMG_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SR5mZvuIUaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ldM-5_hIpnY/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268761206562771362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Little Superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-2989862233765056821?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2989862233765056821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=2989862233765056821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2989862233765056821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2989862233765056821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-little-superhero.html' title=''/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SR5mZvuIUaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ldM-5_hIpnY/s72-c/IMG_1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-8781915219063200305</id><published>2008-10-11T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:39:43.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be a kid again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGFVuDnzII/AAAAAAAAARc/kdTlRCRZpLs/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGFVuDnzII/AAAAAAAAARc/kdTlRCRZpLs/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256128848305048706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGFVnB5W0I/AAAAAAAAARk/rJ86UrMrbmk/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGFVnB5W0I/AAAAAAAAARk/rJ86UrMrbmk/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256128846418762562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGHvrrxO8I/AAAAAAAAASc/-HnoYDEBbZY/s1600-h/IMG_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGHvrrxO8I/AAAAAAAAASc/-HnoYDEBbZY/s320/IMG_1231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256131493367987138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGFV0ivyvI/AAAAAAAAARs/g17XHxnwWSU/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGFV0ivyvI/AAAAAAAAARs/g17XHxnwWSU/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256128850046208754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Little Kid.&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/1917941456127914799-8781915219063200305?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8781915219063200305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=8781915219063200305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/8781915219063200305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/8781915219063200305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-its-all-worth-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SPGFVuDnzII/AAAAAAAAARc/kdTlRCRZpLs/s72-c/IMG_1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-503940805044176643</id><published>2008-10-05T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:55:31.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>I wish there was a stronger phrase or word than "thank you" that I could use to let you all know how much your support and love has meant to me. I have been overwhelmed this week - wondering how I have been so blessed to have such wonderful, caring women in my life. The calls, cards, gifts, text messages and emails have helped me to go through this grieving process - reminding me that I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much this past week. There have been so many times that my heart has gone out to a friend in need but I was so concerned about doing the wrong thing that it just paralyzed me and I didn't do anything. I am so sorry if I have not been there for one of you. I've had so many examples this week that sometimes a hug or an "I'm so sorry" is enough. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for loving me and helping me through this. I appreciate you all and feel blessed to have you in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-503940805044176643?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/503940805044176643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=503940805044176643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/503940805044176643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/503940805044176643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/10/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-7076882120511718707</id><published>2008-10-01T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:46:02.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am Grateful for...</title><content type='html'>Today I am grateful for&lt;br /&gt;1. A caring doctor who was understanding, loving, provided lots of tissues and reassured me it wasn't my fault&lt;br /&gt;2. My cell phone so I could talk to my husband right away&lt;br /&gt;3.  A wonderful husband who answered the phone and is one of the most amazing husbands in the world&lt;br /&gt;4. A side door so the ultrasound technician could get me back to my room without having to go past the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;5. A loving mother who listened to me cry&lt;br /&gt;6. A car parked in a dark parking garage so I could sob openly without worrying I was making anyone else sad&lt;br /&gt;7. A 20+ minute drive home so I could try to gain some composure before I walked in the door&lt;br /&gt;8. An amazing son who came bounding up to me right as I walked in the door - showing me immediately just how truly blessed I am&lt;br /&gt;9. Prayer and the comfort it gives me even though I am sad - I know things will be okay&lt;br /&gt;10. Thoughtful family and friends who support us when we need it&lt;br /&gt;11. The opportunity I will have to try to conceive again&lt;br /&gt;12. This pregnancy - even though I am sad we lost our baby - I am still grateful for the time that I had with this baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-7076882120511718707?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7076882120511718707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=7076882120511718707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7076882120511718707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7076882120511718707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='Today I am Grateful for...'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-7369169699954690169</id><published>2008-09-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:58:04.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln City Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNO94ny3UwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wAHc2WpfsIM/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNO94ny3UwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wAHc2WpfsIM/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247746771269407490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are great and brave and decided that our whole family should drive down to Lincoln City and spend an entire week in one house by the beach. I say great because they love us and want to spend time with us and brave because that is a lot of people and personality in one place for a fairly long stretch of time. But we were all up for it and packed our cars to the rim and took off the last week of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an 8 hour drive (which was only supposed to be 6 but we decided to caravan - why?!) we were anxious to get out of our overstuffed cars and settled in at the house. All three cars pull off the main road, onto the drive and as we approach the AMAZING beach house we saw cars in the driveway. Hmmm...wait a second...we were all following each other yet there are cars parked where ours should be... Come to find out my sweet mother made a mistake. We were supposed to check in the following day... So what do a group of tired, cranky travelers do out of shear desperation? We check into a seedy hotel for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crystalroseproperties.com/images/welcometolincoln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.crystalroseproperties.com/images/welcometolincoln.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beach house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.pegs.com/images/GZ/SLEBA/sleba_b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image.pegs.com/images/GZ/SLEBA/sleba_b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our scary hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rooms were a little creepy and I didn't want to walk around without my shoes on but it wasn't too bad... It could have been worse. It did have a pool...that was freezing cold. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6riXYZatI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wCPTpmD2QBI/s1600-h/or3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6riXYZatI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wCPTpmD2QBI/s320/or3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241815623186082514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia and I were the only ones brave enough to go all the way in. It looks like we are smiling but it was through clenched chattering teeth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6ri0BlcqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iKwpcpoY9fI/s1600-h/or2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6ri0BlcqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iKwpcpoY9fI/s320/or2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241815630875030178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys only put their feet in but tried their best to splash us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one night in at the hotel we were ready to check in to the house. If anyone is interested in going to Lincoln City with a group - I would definitely recommend this place!!! It was roomy and gorgeous and had a huge playroom for the kids to go wild (which they did). There was a third floor which was perfect for when the kids went to sleep - we could play games and be as loud as our hearts desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMeGjTFNmI/AAAAAAAAANM/4XdTgRb-I3E/s1600-h/IMG_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMeGjTFNmI/AAAAAAAAANM/4XdTgRb-I3E/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247571088720082530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p2WdDNiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3-cQ65CHwKw/s1600-h/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p2WdDNiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3-cQ65CHwKw/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241813767511291426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No trip to Oregon is complete without a trip to the Tillamook Cheese Factory (especially on a rainy day when you can't go to the beach...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p2zG2VvI/AAAAAAAAALE/lg6pMjJhCdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p2zG2VvI/AAAAAAAAALE/lg6pMjJhCdQ/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241813775202801394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terah, Mac and my mom - Mac looks like he's in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p3RAR9-I/AAAAAAAAALM/5Ms_Q2tJEPU/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p3RAR9-I/AAAAAAAAALM/5Ms_Q2tJEPU/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241813783228315618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty pretty princess Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After one day of rain we were so excited to wake up to sunshine and headed straight for the beach. The kids were pumped and the parents were armed with cameras, sand toys and towels. Glad we had those towels because within ten minutes of wading in the waves both Kade and Mac fell in. After making sure they were okay I couldn't resist taking this pic of Kade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p4NK2udI/AAAAAAAAALc/E2nwMFFqXV0/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6p4NK2udI/AAAAAAAAALc/E2nwMFFqXV0/s320/IMG_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241813799378794962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't let these tears fool you. He was fine a moment later and enjoyed the rest of the day playing in the sand and water with his cousins. Here are some of my favorite beach pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6q85XsDtI/AAAAAAAAALs/0Rncr1_oLJg/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6q85XsDtI/AAAAAAAAALs/0Rncr1_oLJg/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241814979474886354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6q9KoCzEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WS4uLVjM26g/s1600-h/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SL6q9KoCzEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WS4uLVjM26g/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241814984106888258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcHo9zmgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cf7mgNsDQHA/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcHo9zmgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cf7mgNsDQHA/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568908398074370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcH098_LI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_ApzFj5BGCA/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcH098_LI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_ApzFj5BGCA/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568911619914930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcIHvn_lI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CLYjTTNZ7Bw/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcIHvn_lI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CLYjTTNZ7Bw/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568916660092498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah and Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcIkp9hGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8MKjRgcFBJo/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcIkp9hGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8MKjRgcFBJo/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568924420965474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom was soooo proud of her sand castle. This is her posing by her masterpiece moments before the kids destroyed it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcI6fQDRI/AAAAAAAAANE/6QZN7GN-768/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMcI6fQDRI/AAAAAAAAANE/6QZN7GN-768/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247568930281622802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a pic of my parents, sisters and the kiddos at Devil's Punch Bowl outside our favorite clam chowder place. It isn't that great of a picture but it was the only we took with all of us in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMeGwjFTrI/AAAAAAAAANU/RVbwGSpMFwo/s1600-h/IMG_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMeGwjFTrI/AAAAAAAAANU/RVbwGSpMFwo/s320/IMG_1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247571092276858546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One afternoon my dad and Logan took the boys to the Air Museum so we could do a little shopping. They had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMeHAykJ_I/AAAAAAAAANc/N-fhn6weX2o/s1600-h/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMeHAykJ_I/AAAAAAAAANc/N-fhn6weX2o/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247571096636762098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple minutes drive away was this huge playground. I don't know who was more excited - the kids or the adults. We didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgPra2cKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cV91rxLTGOs/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgPra2cKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cV91rxLTGOs/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573444542230690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgP4AIV-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/J9mvT_liviY/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgP4AIV-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/J9mvT_liviY/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573447919818722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the lake right next to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgQXess-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/bhf3B-XQiAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgQXess-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/bhf3B-XQiAQ/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573456369529826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgQliENBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kNLPlJ8KZjA/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgQliENBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kNLPlJ8KZjA/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573460141749266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgQ1REtBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BPDjbhqTMU4/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMgQ1REtBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BPDjbhqTMU4/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247573464365446162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was gorgeous, the house was amazing and we all survived the week together under one roof without killing each other. It was a fantastic vacation and I can't wait to go again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNMeH8LLfCI/AAAAAAAAANk/yQZ26VrrNTo/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-7369169699954690169?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7369169699954690169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=7369169699954690169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7369169699954690169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7369169699954690169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/09/lincoln-city-family-vacation.html' title='Lincoln City Family Vacation'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SNO94ny3UwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wAHc2WpfsIM/s72-c/IMG_0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-8593311714139801043</id><published>2008-08-11T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:32:01.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Gold Medal for Worst Morning Ever Goes To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Black Household!! If I was ever to start drinking - this would be the morning to put me over the edge. :) Okay - so it wasn't that bad, but it was pretty ugly. Sometimes you have to just throw your hands up and have a good laugh but I haven't been able to do that yet with what happened this morning. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Around 8:30 I decided to give Kade a bath while I got myself ready in his bathroom for a meeting that was at 9:30. While getting ready my mind started drifting back to the Olympics (I have been TIVOing it like crazy) and noticing that my belly was hanging over my jeans more then usual, I decided that I'd hit the gym after my meeting. I decided to run downstairs quickly and grab my MP3 charger to put in my gym bag. As I ran back up the stairs I heard Kade crying and whining about something. I went into the bathroom and as I got closer I realized that within the minute that it took me to snag my charger - Kade had pooped (A LOT) in the tub and was clearly freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I quickly pulled him out and ran to my bathroom to stick in him the tub (telling him it was okay but trying my hardest not to gag as it was all over him) while he proceeds to PEE everywhere. Lovely. I get him all washed off and clothed and happy and then face the dreaded poopy bath tub. yuck. After a couple deep breaths in the hall I went to work. Okay it gets worse. I try to get most of it out and flush it in the toilet next to the tub and just because things weren't bad enough - the toilet gets clogged. Picture me with a plugger now close to swearing as Kade is practically sticking his head in the bowl to see what I am doing and toilet water is splashing all over us. Gross!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By the time I head down stairs (cleaned up and changed from the nastiness that was my morning) - I am already about 15 minutes late. The toilet isn't unclogged but I need to head out the door. Kade by this point is losing it because he has been ready to go outside since the minute his clothes were on. As he is pulling on my legs and whining I realize that I can't find my keys. So I proceed to dump out every bag and purse I own in a hot pursuit of finding those stupid keys!!! I've gone through them all twice and decide that I need to take a deep breath and say a prayer. After doing so (and hearing Kade say his own - something to do with trains and blessings) I go back to my black purse which I have searched multiple times and yup - they are in the pocket. So I guess the morning ended on a good note. Although I was almost a half an hour late to my meeting and my toilet is STILL clogged...The Joys of Motherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are a couple pics of the culpruit that started the whole unfortunate chain of events... Here he looks so cute and innocent (skinny but sweet)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SKEZjbJdbPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s0HjROMP_eg/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SKEZjbJdbPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s0HjROMP_eg/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233492338354777330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this next one is more like the boy I saw this morning... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SKEZjOYIpiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cwioTqiYU0A/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SKEZjOYIpiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cwioTqiYU0A/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233492334926669346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-8593311714139801043?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8593311714139801043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=8593311714139801043' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/8593311714139801043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/8593311714139801043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-gold-medal-for-worst-morning-ever.html' title='And the Gold Medal for Worst Morning Ever Goes To...'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SKEZjbJdbPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s0HjROMP_eg/s72-c/IMG_0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-4041926168212472709</id><published>2008-08-06T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:09:02.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Nature at Last - Ocean Shores or Bust!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSXBxK6uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zyB8safdTwU/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSXBxK6uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zyB8safdTwU/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231584472709393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we were first married, Logan and I went camping a lot. We loved being outside by the fire and snuggling in our sleeping bags in our cozy tent at night...then Kade came into our lives and we stopped our summer camping adventures. What a travesty. Why stop going you ask? I don't know. Maybe because I pictured Kade covered from head to toe in dirt during the day and crying in the tent all night waking up at the butt crack of dawn ready for another round - of dirt... I've gotten over my fears however and resolved to take him camping this summer. But not until Logan and I had our own Adults Only Camping Trip. Sounds so racey doesn't it? Hate to dissapoint but it was pretty tame - although it did involve a lot of wetsuit wearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSWLY2fiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iVSbj1OuOaM/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSWLY2fiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iVSbj1OuOaM/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231584458111876642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Camping Crew - Eric, Sarah (my sis), Logan, Me, Eve, and Micah all clean, well rested and ready for our trip. And yes, my younger sister Sarah is taller then me - not fair but I've come to terms with it. Sort of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSWZimvsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pHbDklu3MWo/s1600-h/IMG_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSWZimvsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pHbDklu3MWo/s320/IMG_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231584461910884034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love road trips - minus the traffic on the way there... Eric was feeling a little woosy and it looks like I have a pig nose. Sarah looks cute though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpVo-q5ZMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/41lgx_RdtVM/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpVo-q5ZMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/41lgx_RdtVM/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231588079650301122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nighttime was fun with a lot of food and chit chat by the fire... Pretty harmless until we started playing the game Would You Rather. I'll spare you the details but I almost peed my pants laughing (more then once)...come to think of it, maybe I should get that checked out...&lt;br /&gt;(just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSW1iKI9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/N-0eWW2km-w/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSW1iKI9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/N-0eWW2km-w/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231584469425202130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls in the morning... notice the bags under my eyes? Thanks to our lovely air mattress that decided to crap out and completely deflate, Logan and I slept on the lovely rocks under our tent the first night. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpbjZpVwrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1rxoRxeDIxY/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpbjZpVwrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1rxoRxeDIxY/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231594580882080434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I like about camping is that the guys usually do all the cooking. Why? Maybe its that they feel more manly over a grill or camp fire. Who knows. Either way I'm a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpU1s826iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vG84Go-jPog/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpU1s826iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vG84Go-jPog/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231587198720469538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now to the real reason for our trip. The wetsuits. We always wear a wetsuit when we camp. I love it - it makes me feel like dancing. Okay - only half of that is true. I do feel like dancing when wearing a wetsuit but our reason for our trip was to surf. As a side note - could there be anything more unflattering then a wetsuit? My guess is no but I'm open to a debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpU2KjqYAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EfMKmMolhcA/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpU2KjqYAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EfMKmMolhcA/s320/IMG_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231587206667853826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surfing! I love it!! There is a reason my parents would call me their lil fishy - I could live in the water. Logan managed to catch this shot but missed the time the board flew up in the air and smacked my head...that would have been a good one. There is always next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpU2uxEppI/AAAAAAAAAIs/S4AFewFSP28/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpU2uxEppI/AAAAAAAAAIs/S4AFewFSP28/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231587216387778194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhausted and hungry after a couple hours trying to catch some waves. I had sand in my eyebrows and swallowed too much sea water but it was worth it. :) P.S. do not enlarge this photo as I am sure it is scary and might cause you to lose some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpawwOExMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UCfibvsET8c/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpawwOExMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UCfibvsET8c/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231593710768407746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A post-camping/surfing pic trying to capture just how nasty and gross we were. I think it does a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSWpFpxcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4TUglVGIF5A/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSWpFpxcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4TUglVGIF5A/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231584466084414914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastlly - this picture is dedicated to my sister. There is no one else in the world who could pull off the socks in flip flops look. You are amazing.&lt;br /&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/1917941456127914799-4041926168212472709?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4041926168212472709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=4041926168212472709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4041926168212472709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4041926168212472709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-nature-at-last-ocean-shores-or.html' title='Back to Nature at Last - Ocean Shores or Bust!!'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SJpSXBxK6uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zyB8safdTwU/s72-c/IMG_0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-2520699723884530477</id><published>2008-07-09T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:31:22.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged!</title><content type='html'>This is my first tag - hooray! :) This is a toughy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3 joys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family and friends. Logan and Kade are the two most important boys in my life. They both drive me crazy at times but I love them and would be lost without them. I am very very lucky to have both my side of the family and Logan's all right here in WA. Now we will never be allowed to move away... Kade can grow up with his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins right here - how lucky is he? I didn't have that growing up and think it's so great that he will. I love my amazing sisters - they are each so different and I learn so much from them. Super sappy but we are best friends. My friends are also amazing and help keep me sane. I have some that have been my friends since kindergarten and of course ones who I've met throughout the stages of my life. I am blessed by these friendships and look forward to cultivating new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LAUGHING!! I love a good belly, oh my goodness I am going to pee my pants, I just snorted laugh. I love being with people who make me laugh and have found that you must be able to laugh at yourself. Otherwise, life would be really, really boring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nature and being outdoors. I love being outside!! I love seeing the different seasons. I love finding cool new places and exploring them. I wish we had more sunshine here but love when it is out in full form. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3 Fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That something will happen to myself or Logan and Kade will be left all alone. I saw something on TV awhile back that has completely haunted me. Short version - something happened to a mother and her toddler was left alone for days until someone found him. I will stop there because just thinking about it gives me anxiety. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That something terrible will happen to Kade. I don't need to elaborate on that one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clowns. Super creepy and would not have a place in society if it was up to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Peanut Butter. This has been an ongoing obsession throughout my life. I eat it every day. I think it is fantastic and could go on almost anything. Thank you Grandma Frances for starting this love affair I have with Peanut Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yoga and Swimming. Swimming to me is more then exercise. It has become extremely theraputic and makes me feel as if I could fly. Yoga makes me think about how our bodies really are a gift. Plus it is pretty cool when I can finally do something in class that a couple weeks before I thought - "What the?! You cannot bend that way!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Like Kedra - the show, So You Think You Can Dance. Being raised with sisters who are all dancers I have a real appreciation for all different styles of dance. Myself, I am a ballet, tap, modern dancer dropout. I knew I was doomed when my toes would cramp up just from trying to point them. The adjective "graceful" will never be used to describe myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3 Random/Surprising Facts About Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I came "this close" to marrying someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to have quite a few body piercings back in the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Before I became one of the "oldies standing in the back trying desperately to hang onto their youth" I used to go to concerts all the time and go in the pit and crowd surf...ahh...the good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm now tagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shauna&lt;br /&gt;2. Janelle&lt;br /&gt;3. Jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-2520699723884530477?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2520699723884530477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=2520699723884530477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2520699723884530477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2520699723884530477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged!'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-7685616550867085905</id><published>2008-07-07T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:06:56.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo party and a circus? Lucky Kade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvCeAkJBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PPfauzYtaKE/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvCeAkJBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PPfauzYtaKE/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286637537502226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade turned 2 on the 28th of June. I can't believe I'm a mom of a two year old... That Saturday was hot hot hot so I was glad we were able to have his zoo birthday party at my parents. We had kiddy pools, sprinklers and a slip n' slide to keep the kids nice and cool. After we dragged them out of the water (they wouldn't get out by their own free will) we went on a hunt to find the zoo animals (stuffed animals hidden in the living room). No animals were harmed during this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvCoLjS1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/oOK4MUBQ9bg/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvCoLjS1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/oOK4MUBQ9bg/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286640267938642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade and his friends - drinking the pool water was a big hit. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvDNf6sGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WVJ3z9gs1uk/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvDNf6sGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WVJ3z9gs1uk/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286650285469794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Kade! He blew out the candle without spitting on the cake! Way to go buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvDZHwKVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BpYqNBv7x8g/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvDZHwKVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BpYqNBv7x8g/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286653405342034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple days later we went to the circus in Monroe. We were a little skeptical and weren't sure what to expect - it looked pretty ghetto. But we all had fun and Kade would not get off the pony ride. He chickened out as we approached the elephant - he was HUGE! Logan was relieved since he was worried about him riding it anyways. I thought it was funny that Logan was more worried then me - doesn't happen that often... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvD7g6fcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AQY6CTo_YcY/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvD7g6fcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AQY6CTo_YcY/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220286662637682114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dean, Mary, Darren and Evan - sharing in the circus excitement with us. Although the circus turned out better then expected, I still think clowns are creepy. Especially in Monroe.&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/1917941456127914799-7685616550867085905?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7685616550867085905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=7685616550867085905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7685616550867085905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/7685616550867085905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoo-party-and-circus-lucky-kade.html' title='Zoo party and a circus? Lucky Kade.'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SHIvCeAkJBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PPfauzYtaKE/s72-c/IMG_0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-9198801306872156079</id><published>2008-06-23T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:06:56.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recitals, Birthdays and Rock Band Oh My!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SGBi3Q7z-eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JDlyA-3Wcyo/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SGBi3Q7z-eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JDlyA-3Wcyo/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215277070073199074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Friday, my amazingly talented older sister held her very first ballet recital for her dance school. She blew us all away with her choreography, teaching skills and solo. Especially the splits in the end. Yah - that's what I said - splits! I can't remember the last time I could do the splits... I tried ballet when I was little but my toes would cramp up every time I pointed them. Needless to say I quit. But I am glad she stuck with it because she is a beautiful dancer and great teacher. Lydia (her daughter) was equally amazing and we couldn't be more proud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_56mXM1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nlB1DzRHrBI/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_56mXM1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nlB1DzRHrBI/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215097895221932882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Could she be any cuter? Here she is saying, "Oh Leah - you are so funny. You are my favorite Aunt." Okay, maybe not but she is still cute. Amelia was crawling around like a crazy animal on Saturday. I can't believe how strong she is. She will be walking in no time. Sorry Alisa and Brien. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_6Cz9b5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/xnB8rUSCDqU/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_6Cz9b5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/xnB8rUSCDqU/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215097897426448274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay - this is almost too creepy for words. I wish we had a clearer shot of the doll on the left but my bro-in-law looks EXACTLY like this doll from High School Musical. Lydia got it for her birthday and I started laughing so hard that I almost snorted. Not good. Creepy Eric, but I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_6rkpjEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dc1RGhkDwcA/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_6rkpjEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dc1RGhkDwcA/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215097908368084034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lydia! She is getting so old!! For her birthday party she wanted to invite a few friends and have a sleepover at a hotel. Swimming, pampering - can you tell she's a girl? So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_67AuntI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6hgevSibuEE/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF-_67AuntI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6hgevSibuEE/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215097912512388818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF_ANLae9WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iPUfTgohGd4/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SF_ANLae9WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iPUfTgohGd4/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215098226153026914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The after party. Doing what we do best. (Okay maybe the rest of the fam...) Isn't my mom hot?! Hope those genes will kick in one of these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well...that was our weekend in a nutshell. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-9198801306872156079?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/9198801306872156079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=9198801306872156079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/9198801306872156079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/9198801306872156079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/06/recitals-birthdays-and-rock-band-oh-my.html' title='Recitals, Birthdays and Rock Band Oh My!!'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SGBi3Q7z-eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JDlyA-3Wcyo/s72-c/IMG_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-1573579947500729466</id><published>2008-06-18T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:06:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day with Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkCHaCQ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/_BDtAtyKzhI/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkCHaCQ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/_BDtAtyKzhI/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213237662424646546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         On your mark, get set, go!!! Could my niece be any cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkClbAYUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Br_wIP7ENT8/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkClbAYUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Br_wIP7ENT8/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213237670481781058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    She humors him. What a good cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkDPNVJiI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUvuy2yU3yE/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkDPNVJiI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUvuy2yU3yE/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213237681698711074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Football!!! One of the most coordinated kids I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkD2_XngI/AAAAAAAAADI/GexbT2RLVWM/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkD2_XngI/AAAAAAAAADI/GexbT2RLVWM/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213237692377570818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Nana and Kade after another trip to see the turkeys                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Father's Day at my parents this year. It was such a beautiful day - the kids couldn't wait to get outside and neither could the adults. I am so thankful to have grown up with such a caring father. I know I gave him a run for his money but he tried his best to show his love and support in the ways he knew how. I still look to him for advice, guidance and counsel and love how he is such a great grandpa (papa) to Kade. I love that the first thing Kade wants to do when we go to my parents is to have Papa take him to see the turkeys. :) He survived raising four emotional, irrational red-headed daughters which is an amazing feat in itself. He is a great Dad. This is where I get even more mushier (slightly gagging but I'm sincere) - Logan is an amazing dad!! I LOVE how he makes up games, songs and silly things for Kade. Hearing their stomping footsteps as they chase each other upstairs and Kade's uncontrollable laughter as he's pelted with a pillow fills me with even more love for these two important boys in my life. :) I'm grateful for a husband who takes his role as a Father seriously and wants to be a good example to our Little Kid. Love you Logan. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-1573579947500729466?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1573579947500729466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=1573579947500729466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/1573579947500729466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/1573579947500729466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-with-family.html' title='Father&apos;s Day with Family'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l0hTbXESm-k/SFkkCHaCQ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/_BDtAtyKzhI/s72-c/IMG_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-4720663161632305270</id><published>2008-06-12T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:59:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of High School Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Okay, I have this same recurring dream a lot and it just haunts me. I am back at my high school and I have just realized that a. it is finals week, b. I have been skipping so much that I can't find my locker and I've forgotten my combination and c. I cannot remember what my schedule is or where my classes are. I am running through the halls, in a panicked frenzy and I know that if I don't pass my math final (it is always either math or science - evil, evil subjects) I won't be able to graduate. I wake up freaked out and just can't seem to shake it (at least not for a couple hours - usually around the time Curious George is over). Why is high school haunting me? Is it Karma for all those days that I skipped and went to my boyfriends house or got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slurpies&lt;/span&gt; with my friend Kristen? I have no idea. All I know is that I hate them and they are even worse then those awkward ex-boyfriend dreams (come on ladies - you know what I'm talking about - can I get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;?!) Why can't I dream that I can fly or something normal like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-4720663161632305270?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4720663161632305270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=4720663161632305270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4720663161632305270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4720663161632305270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/06/ghost-of-high-school-past.html' title='Ghost of High School Past'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-2085131414053397778</id><published>2008-06-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:30:21.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Mommy's Little Piggy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This week has been busy and full of friends. Tuesday Kade's little friend Isiah celebrated his second birthday at playgroup. I watched all the kids devouring their chocolate cupcakes - frosting up to their elbows while my sweet little Kade played with their toys. Sigh. I never thought I'd wish for my child to eat sugar loaded junk but when you have to roll the waist of their pants to keep them from flashing their diapered buns you hope they will eat just about anything. What can you do. He'll be drinking whole fat milk till he's 30 most likely.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-2085131414053397778?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2085131414053397778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=2085131414053397778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2085131414053397778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/2085131414053397778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheres-mommys-little-piggy.html' title='Where&apos;s Mommy&apos;s Little Piggy?'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917941456127914799.post-4935001871602880162</id><published>2008-06-06T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:43:54.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Peer Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So, I finally gave in and started a blog. At first I thought it was a little self-indulgent - do I have something important enough for others to read? But then after hearing friends talk about it - I decided to join the band wagon (I feel so weak and dirty) and start one for our family. So, I am creating this in the mind set that it will be fun to share pictures of Little Kid and if you want to skip my random ramblings - no hard feelings here. :) Part of me knows this is going to be yet another thing to keep me up way too late while I enjoy the peaceful quiet as our little punk rocker sleeps. Oh well - what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1917941456127914799-4935001871602880162?l=leahandlogan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4935001871602880162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1917941456127914799&amp;postID=4935001871602880162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4935001871602880162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1917941456127914799/posts/default/4935001871602880162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandlogan.blogspot.com/2008/06/down-with-peer-pressure.html' title='Down With Peer Pressure'/><author><name>lblack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14121883162032615229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00345781855143350288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>