<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607</id><updated>2011-10-11T14:33:08.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always &amp; Forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-2595033328643988304</id><published>2010-05-28T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:06:59.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been such a long time since I have posted!  Life has been busy, busy, busy!  I have had great intentions on posting, but between chasing Jordan around, taking care of my sweet Capri and school, blogging has been on the bottom of my list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened these last six months.  We have gone from a family of three to a family of four.  It has been tough but so worth it.  I love my two kids more than anything.  Here's a little run down of what we have been up to and what is to come.  I will try to get some pics up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan has been the best big brother!  It is amazing the love he has for his sister, and the love she has for him.  She watches his every move with love.  He always knows how to make her smile and giggle.  They truly are best buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan right now loves to color, build things with blocks, play outside, play with his choo choo's and watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  This fall we hope to get him in preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri is now eating baby food.  She loves to eat, which is nice.  Jordan hasn't ever liked to eat, and still doesn't.  Her favorite is sweet potato and squash.  She is such a mellow and sweet baby.  She is always happy and smiling.  She is constantly moving, you can tell she wants to be up and running with her big brother.  We had her ears pierced a few weeks ago, and she looks so adorable.  I also love that she has hair!!  I love making bows for her and putting her hair in little piggy tails!  She is such a joy.  I can't believe she will be 6 months next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen and I finished up our Spring semester with school.  We both did great.  I am so proud of Glen and his decision to go back to school and how well he has done.  He is also the best dad to Jordan and Capri.  My heart just melts when I watch him with them.  Glen is also the best hubby I could ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started summer school.  I am getting so close to being done with school, so I decided I might as well keep going...I'm afraid if I stop again, I won't ever get back:)  The two classes I'm taking are macroeconomics and business calculus.  After this semester, I will be in my upper division classes.  I feel I have done very well.  Considering fall semester I had finals a week after having Capri, spring semester I had a two year old and newborn.  This semester seems a little easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what this summer has to bring.  Jordan is always coming up with creative and funny creations.  Capri is growing and developing so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my little family.  Hopefully I can get some pics up, and it won't take me another six months for my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-2595033328643988304?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/2595033328643988304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=2595033328643988304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2595033328643988304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2595033328643988304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7069800349724650487</id><published>2009-12-01T10:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:17:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 2nd will be a special day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So at my doctor appointment yesterday (Mon, Nov 30th), I had protein in my urine and high blood pressure.  The doctor wondered if preeclampsia was a concern.  He decided it was time to get this little girl here.  He sent me over to labor and delivery to have some tests done and to monitor me and the baby.  Since my blood test came back ok, and they were extremely busy, they scheduled a time for my sweet baby girl to come.  We are scheduled for Wed (Dec 2nd) at 7am to get started. Until then I am on bed rest, just as a precaution. I will keep everyone updated when my precious little girl arrives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to let you know, I will be delivering at Jordan Valley Hospital.  With the H1N1 scare right now, they have limited visitors to two at a time, and no kids under the age of 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7069800349724650487?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7069800349724650487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7069800349724650487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7069800349724650487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7069800349724650487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/12/dec-2nd-will-be-special-day.html' title='Dec 2nd will be a special day!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-1507909445537025389</id><published>2009-11-16T22:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:12:18.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 24 days...possibly less!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my last doctors appointment, nothing much had changed, except that I am now 70% thinned, and still a 1-2.  I asked my doctor what he thought as far as when he thinks the time will be....and he forecasted Thanksgiving.  That's right, a turkey baby.  Originally I was worried about having a baby too close to Christmas, now it looks like I won't have to worry about that anymore.  Which means, she could possibly be making her entrance within the next week or two!!!!  Super exciting and scary all at the same time.  The reality of what is about to be is getting closer and closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been frantically gathering the last of my baby items needed, cleaning, packing, etc.  Not to mention, my accounting class has thrown in a last minute project as well.  So I have been trying to get a group together to work on it earlier, rather than later.  I'm hoping to get a lot done before she comes.  Which is getting harder and harder.  Between a few pains here and there, pressure, lack of sleep, and being exhausted with no energy...I've been trying to remind myself to relax a little and enjoy the last little bit of my pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will find out on Friday how things are coming along, and if the doctor still thinks she could be a turkey baby.  The nice thing is, is that my doctor is planning on being here over Thanksgiving weekend, just in case if that is when she decides to come.  I was worried that he would be out of town, and I would have to have another doctor deliver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One last thing, the other day Glen looked at me and said that he wishes I would have the baby already, because he can't wait to hold his baby girl!  It is so great to have a hubby so excited to have a precious little one.  It has also been so nice that he has been so great during the entire pregnancy.  He has been really supportive and understanding...love you sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-1507909445537025389?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/1507909445537025389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=1507909445537025389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1507909445537025389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1507909445537025389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-24-dayspossibly-less.html' title='Only 24 days...possibly less!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5331457541245479792</id><published>2009-11-06T17:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:04:22.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Wow, I can't believe how fast time has flown.  I am 35 weeks and counting down....not much longer to go.  I have started my weekly appointments.  I love going in every week, hearing her heart beat and making sure everything is ok...and getting the latest update on how things are progressing.  Today at my appointment I had an ultra sound to make sure she is turned the right way, and she is!  The ultra sound also showed that she definitely is still a girl, and that she has hair!  It is a good thing, because this girl has already got some bows waiting for her:)  The doctor also checked to see how things are progressing.  I am dilated to a 2 and starting to thin.  I am super excited and can't wait to meet my little girl.  I am also starting to get major anxiety.  I have started to really stress about getting everything we need, everything cleaned and in order, how labor will go, how Jordan will cope, how I will cope, how school will go (I am due the week of finals), and everything else.  Not to mention I have started to have some pressure and pains, not really bad, but enough to let me know that she will be here before I know it.  Below are pics that were taken on Halloween.  We were a pumpkin...which is really quite fitting for right now.  I feel like I'm carrying around a huge pumpkin:)  I will keep everyone updated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SvTFVMNFPPI/AAAAAAAABM4/IpalEIopwm8/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401158820968086770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SvTFVMNFPPI/AAAAAAAABM4/IpalEIopwm8/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SvTFUtu9Z4I/AAAAAAAABMw/rkI1t3xcVqA/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401158812788680578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SvTFUtu9Z4I/AAAAAAAABMw/rkI1t3xcVqA/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-5331457541245479792?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5331457541245479792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5331457541245479792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5331457541245479792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5331457541245479792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/11/35-weeks.html' title='35 weeks!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SvTFVMNFPPI/AAAAAAAABM4/IpalEIopwm8/s72-c/IMG_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5177947791672878039</id><published>2009-10-31T00:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:32:40.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVi136zHI/AAAAAAAABL4/TQMEbT-s2m4/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643372887559282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVi136zHI/AAAAAAAABL4/TQMEbT-s2m4/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my parents have taken Jordan to this little pumpkin patch by their house a few times already this year, and he just loves it.  Today, after a fun filled day of visiting and trick or treating my old work, Grandma's work and my baby doctor's office, we decided to check it out and see what all the fuss was about.  Once we pulled into the parking lot he started to freak out and get so excited.  "Pumpkin!" "Tractor!" As soon as he was out of the car, he led Missie over to the patch and started filling up his wheel barrel like an old pro.  We went on a hay ride (I was informed that Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa usually take him on it twice, and we only took him once), sat on tractors and found pumpkins and corn to put in the mini wheel barrel.  Despite the blistering cold, it was so much fun and he was so much fun to watch there.  I can't wait to go back (possibly several times) next year.  Here are some of the cute pics I took while we were there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that he actually posed a few times for me, and even said "cheese".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVz2k0i_I/AAAAAAAABMg/cBJLvOmH_jE/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643665133669362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVz2k0i_I/AAAAAAAABMg/cBJLvOmH_jE/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Jordan...I love this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVzZfR6AI/AAAAAAAABMY/9XUquikpmAI/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643657325799426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVzZfR6AI/AAAAAAAABMY/9XUquikpmAI/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVkXUqA1I/AAAAAAAABMQ/cVjG5crq6W8/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643399046333266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVkXUqA1I/AAAAAAAABMQ/cVjG5crq6W8/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVzZfR6AI/AAAAAAAABMY/9XUquikpmAI/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVjgfopsI/AAAAAAAABMI/VsIUlUkUFoM/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643384328431298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVjgfopsI/AAAAAAAABMI/VsIUlUkUFoM/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVzZfR6AI/AAAAAAAABMY/9XUquikpmAI/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVjf23paI/AAAAAAAABMA/pYEucORn7Bo/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643384157447586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVjf23paI/AAAAAAAABMA/pYEucORn7Bo/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvViiSpKLI/AAAAAAAABLw/xcGWJhGlQEY/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643367630940338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvViiSpKLI/AAAAAAAABLw/xcGWJhGlQEY/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jordan, Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU90hx6vI/AAAAAAAABLo/c8LAYP9FwHw/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398642736871107314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU90hx6vI/AAAAAAAABLo/c8LAYP9FwHw/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan, Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU9bkbReI/AAAAAAAABLg/A34D45M8gtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398642730171319778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU9bkbReI/AAAAAAAABLg/A34D45M8gtQ/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU8qHUCQI/AAAAAAAABLY/yHlc2zU75Ng/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398642716895873282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU8qHUCQI/AAAAAAAABLY/yHlc2zU75Ng/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with his Missie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU74ariyI/AAAAAAAABLQ/ejXIRA6PZxg/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398642703555332898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU74ariyI/AAAAAAAABLQ/ejXIRA6PZxg/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove off, just a little down the street, we looked back and he was out!  He had such a big day and he was such a big boy...I am very proud of how well he did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvV0SeByKI/AAAAAAAABMo/vl31evhR2XQ/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398643672621369506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvV0SeByKI/AAAAAAAABMo/vl31evhR2XQ/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my cute little tiger out trick or treating today!  I can't wait to carve his pumpkin and take him out on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU7A_22_I/AAAAAAAABLI/EuZscG8ph3I/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398642688678878194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvU7A_22_I/AAAAAAAABLI/EuZscG8ph3I/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/6458367958951886607-5177947791672878039?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5177947791672878039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5177947791672878039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5177947791672878039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5177947791672878039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SuvVi136zHI/AAAAAAAABL4/TQMEbT-s2m4/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3654064198682145617</id><published>2009-10-17T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:57:31.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we are getting close to becoming a family of 4...and I can't wait!  Not just because I'm starting to get uncomfortable, and can't sleep at night (which I can't wait to sleep on my back again!), but I am so excited to meet my sweet baby girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have started my two week appointments...and love it.  I love the end, it is so exciting.  As of now I am measuring where I need to be and things are going good.  My next appointment on Oct 30th the doctor is going to check and see how things are looking.  I am starting to have a few little pains here and there, and some of my braxton hicks contractions are starting to get strong. With Jordan I dilated really early, and labor wasn't too shabby.  When I went in for my appointment at 39 weeks with Jordan, I was already dilated to a 6, and was admitted right away.  I'm hoping things go smoothly like with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did find out that they no longer allow children under the age of 12 in to the nursery area.  I was really excited for Jordan to come and visit us in the hospital and see his new baby sister.  He has a new love for babies.  Even scary looking goblins with no hair, that could come across as looking like a scary ugly little baby, at the Halloween store as "ah, babies" to him.  Looks like he will have to wait until we bring her home to see her.  So that really makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will keep everyone updated as time gets closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-3654064198682145617?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3654064198682145617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3654064198682145617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3654064198682145617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3654064198682145617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/10/32-weeks.html' title='32 Weeks!!!!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-8784890820552204118</id><published>2009-09-19T12:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:25:27.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqvfG28JI/AAAAAAAABK4/kREkIFa22LA/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normally I have a tough time convincing Glen to go anywhere that will be crowded. Since we have had Jordan, it has become easier and easier to convince him. He is a good dad and doesn't want him to miss out on anything and knows what a joy it would bring to him to go.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp0N89bBI/AAAAAAAABJI/ui8Y6nmn0Uw/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383254906666576914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp0N89bBI/AAAAAAAABJI/ui8Y6nmn0Uw/s400/IMG_0655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp2D-QMQI/AAAAAAAABJo/W1583-wfv1A/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year at the State Fair was no exception. Besides being crowded, we all had such a great time. Jordan LOVED the animals, the sounds, smells, the colors, etc of the fair. He was such a good boy and enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp1nKvPhI/AAAAAAAABJg/Nzp55L1aYHE/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383254930615123474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp1nKvPhI/AAAAAAAABJg/Nzp55L1aYHE/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is pretty much pulling his hair out in excitement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqRghb2II/AAAAAAAABJw/B4k24F8oJLA/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383255409867610242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqRghb2II/AAAAAAAABJw/B4k24F8oJLA/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp0xq33fI/AAAAAAAABJQ/HJCNC9GB5Go/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite was the animals. Even though he knows the sounds of what animals make, for some reason that night, everything was a cow, or a "Mooooo". He mooed at the sheep, goats, pigs and of course the cows. He would get so excited that he would cover his mouth and giggle, point and get excited and clap. He would clap his hands together and try to get the cows to come and see him like you would call a puppy dog to come to you. He was even brave and petted them, which I honestly didn't think he would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp0xq33fI/AAAAAAAABJQ/HJCNC9GB5Go/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383254916254391794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp0xq33fI/AAAAAAAABJQ/HJCNC9GB5Go/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is covering his mouth and giggling in excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp2D-QMQI/AAAAAAAABJo/W1583-wfv1A/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383254938347385090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp2D-QMQI/AAAAAAAABJo/W1583-wfv1A/s400/IMG_0661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clapping and trying to get the cows to come to him&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp1N98M4I/AAAAAAAABJY/FGtlV3sec0o/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp1N98M4I/AAAAAAAABJY/FGtlV3sec0o/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383254923850560386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp1N98M4I/AAAAAAAABJY/FGtlV3sec0o/s400/IMG_0658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Petting the cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of his, and my highlights, was watching him ride a pony. I was nervous at first, thinking that he wouldn't want to get on, but he did with no problem. Glen walked with him just to make sure everything was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, he was embarrassed as I was clapping for him as he went around the first time. As you can see he gave me quite the dirty look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqtJqjUyI/AAAAAAAABKY/WzM6fc0AB0w/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383255884768170786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqtJqjUyI/AAAAAAAABKY/WzM6fc0AB0w/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he went around and around he was able to ignore me and his embarrassment and enjoy himself. He had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqS9DTNOI/AAAAAAAABKI/8k5fN-CQDnc/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383255434705712354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqS9DTNOI/AAAAAAAABKI/8k5fN-CQDnc/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really enjoyed watching him on the horse, he was so cute. Just picture an already emotional mom, now with raging hormones, getting excited at one moment and almost in tears (tears of joy) the next moment while watching him. No wonder he was giving me dirty looks at the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was cute to see Jordan take Glen's hand and check out everything the fair had to offer. It was cute because Jordan just couldn't walk, he had a skip to every step from all of his excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqR-qLYSI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5_gOSQ-FTCc/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383255417957343522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqR-qLYSI/AAAAAAAABJ4/5_gOSQ-FTCc/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another highlight for Jordan was watching the rides. He wanted to go on all of the big kid rides so bad. At one point Glen had to chase him down, because he tried getting in line for one of them. I think if he would have been big enough, and we would have let him, he would have definitely gotten on. I'm not sure he would have liked it, but he sure would have liked to have tried. It is looking like one day I will have a thrill ride partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqtrNpM7I/AAAAAAAABKg/kQPLHNOGnJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383255893773726642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqtrNpM7I/AAAAAAAABKg/kQPLHNOGnJ0/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall the night was really good. We got there late, so we really didn't stay long. I really can't wait for the fair to come next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqTEEY1tI/AAAAAAAABKQ/SsvsLRHsOyA/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383255436589323986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUqTEEY1tI/AAAAAAAABKQ/SsvsLRHsOyA/s400/IMG_0675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6458367958951886607-8784890820552204118?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/8784890820552204118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=8784890820552204118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8784890820552204118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8784890820552204118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/09/mooooo.html' title='Mooooo'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SrUp0N89bBI/AAAAAAAABJI/ui8Y6nmn0Uw/s72-c/IMG_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3311200348988715737</id><published>2009-08-26T12:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:22:32.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty looks...gotta love them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV8-tEvqaI/AAAAAAAABJA/vVoM66GzPTk/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374339147029784994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV8-tEvqaI/AAAAAAAABJA/vVoM66GzPTk/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan has now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; mastered the art of pouting and the dirty look. Yesterday I told Jordan that we needed to change his diaper and get him ready for the day...and that is all it took. He did not agree with the plans that I had in store for him, and he let me know it through great facial expressions. Poor kid, all I could do was laugh and take pictures, and even after all that, Mom won. He still had to get changed and dressed for the day. I even found myself egging him on a little so I could get some great pictures. Enjoy, I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7EEYw52I/AAAAAAAABIw/Lka-717ZkVE/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374337040163858274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7EEYw52I/AAAAAAAABIw/Lka-717ZkVE/s400/IMG_0573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7EkNTpDI/AAAAAAAABI4/3eKbOwJh3z0/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374337048705737778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7EkNTpDI/AAAAAAAABI4/3eKbOwJh3z0/s400/IMG_0575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7DlONz5I/AAAAAAAABIo/2R-hsVQZSJo/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374337031798116242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7DlONz5I/AAAAAAAABIo/2R-hsVQZSJo/s400/IMG_0572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point he thought it would be more effective to turn around completely and ignore me. It didn't last long. He couldn't help but turn around and give me the look again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7DICKhXI/AAAAAAAABIg/nbqISQJcSoM/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374337023962940786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV7DICKhXI/AAAAAAAABIg/nbqISQJcSoM/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that night he was giving the same great looks to Glen. I'm glad that he thought they were just as cute and couldn't keep from laughing as well. I guess we are going to have to work on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-3311200348988715737?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3311200348988715737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3311200348988715737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3311200348988715737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3311200348988715737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-looksgotta-love-them.html' title='Dirty looks...gotta love them!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV8-tEvqaI/AAAAAAAABJA/vVoM66GzPTk/s72-c/IMG_0563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-2416021478317384118</id><published>2009-08-26T11:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:09:07.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School &amp; best hubby ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday I started school. A little nervous starting school after taking a few year break. It was challenging before, but now I've added a 2 year old and a pregnancy. I will be 24 weeks to due during the duration of this semester, so I am a little bit nervous. It felt great though to get out of the house and go/do something on my own (usually I have a cute 2 year old munchkin holding onto me). Granted, I do technically have one kid with me, but she is pretty good at this point:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have one class on campus, and one class online. I will be starting that one tonight. I just hope I can keep up my motivation for the online class, since I don't have to meet in a class room once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet hubby has been and is such a support. When I woke up Monday morning, there was a sweet note attached to my backpack. Love you sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV5azZ2_HI/AAAAAAAABII/jo8tTTNNVz4/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374335231718784114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV5azZ2_HI/AAAAAAAABII/jo8tTTNNVz4/s400/IMG_0554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV5bey6I-I/AAAAAAAABIQ/QsiXM5unYPU/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374335243366573026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV5bey6I-I/AAAAAAAABIQ/QsiXM5unYPU/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am also proud and excited for him. Glen is also going back to school, after a long time. I'm excited for this new adventure, and that we will both be experiencing going back to school together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-2416021478317384118?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/2416021478317384118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=2416021478317384118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2416021478317384118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2416021478317384118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-best-hubby-ever.html' title='School &amp; best hubby ever!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SpV5azZ2_HI/AAAAAAAABII/jo8tTTNNVz4/s72-c/IMG_0554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5853549162489494463</id><published>2009-08-21T22:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:03:44.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's 2 year pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; A few weeks ago we had Jordan's 2 year pictures done.  Like last year we went to Carma Gray Photography ( &lt;a href="http://www.carmagray.com/"&gt;www.carmagray.com&lt;/a&gt; ).  She did a wonderful job again.  It is nice to have someone who will work with Jordan, especially since he can be hard to work with.  In between Jordan being shy, getting nervous, crying &amp;amp; not wanting to work with anyone, and just wanting to play instead of pose (where was my "cheese" guy when I needed him) she was able to get these amazing pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So94TC0UBbI/AAAAAAAABHw/F0f4pTS2_Hs/s1600-h/rod45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372645149045425586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So94TC0UBbI/AAAAAAAABHw/F0f4pTS2_Hs/s400/rod45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So94UjT5N2I/AAAAAAAABIA/IHbgegDQ87I/s1600-h/rodgroup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372645174947690338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So94UjT5N2I/AAAAAAAABIA/IHbgegDQ87I/s400/rodgroup1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So933_P9QxI/AAAAAAAABHg/OnEEapg9ZTA/s1600-h/rod23a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372644684231164690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So933_P9QxI/AAAAAAAABHg/OnEEapg9ZTA/s400/rod23a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; During the session, and one of his crying fits, we were able to get him to be happy by putting Glen's glasses on and giving him his binky.  Needless to say, we were able to get this cute picture from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So933aN9IdI/AAAAAAAABHY/RBE1lRvlim4/s1600-h/rod10et.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372644674290655698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So933aN9IdI/AAAAAAAABHY/RBE1lRvlim4/s400/rod10et.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So932oZdfkI/AAAAAAAABHQ/X0dEABXubGk/s1600-h/rod16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372644660917141058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So932oZdfkI/AAAAAAAABHQ/X0dEABXubGk/s400/rod16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course he had to get a picture with his George.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So932H_A3mI/AAAAAAAABHI/sw_6soBAUbY/s1600-h/rod48a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372644652216278626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So932H_A3mI/AAAAAAAABHI/sw_6soBAUbY/s400/rod48a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So94Tl-69dI/AAAAAAAABH4/TWHHU3y_ZAs/s1600-h/rodgroup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372645158485161426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So94Tl-69dI/AAAAAAAABH4/TWHHU3y_ZAs/s400/rodgroup2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad his pictures turned out so great!  I love my cute little boy!&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/6458367958951886607-5853549162489494463?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5853549162489494463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5853549162489494463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5853549162489494463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5853549162489494463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/08/jordans-2-year-pictures.html' title='Jordan&apos;s 2 year pictures'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So94TC0UBbI/AAAAAAAABHw/F0f4pTS2_Hs/s72-c/rod45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-1598904905187463010</id><published>2009-08-21T16:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:55:26.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeeese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So my little guy really is a big ham.  Today he came and pulled me into the kitchen, he had his chair set up with George on it and told me "cheeese".  Then he sat down and smiled and waited for me to get the camera and take the picture.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jwWxPMVI/AAAAAAAABHA/rdEGGRtXP7g/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552194129080658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jwWxPMVI/AAAAAAAABHA/rdEGGRtXP7g/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jwWxPMVI/AAAAAAAABHA/rdEGGRtXP7g/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't mind the crazy bed head hair and pajamas...we hadn't gotten ready yet for the day:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jn0hKMBI/AAAAAAAABGg/tKVpu6D5eJE/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552047495884818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jn0hKMBI/AAAAAAAABGg/tKVpu6D5eJE/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then after his picture, he set George up and wanted me to take George's picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jvx8TQaI/AAAAAAAABG4/qnxPvXRpvA0/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552184243372450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jvx8TQaI/AAAAAAAABG4/qnxPvXRpvA0/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8joUePx8I/AAAAAAAABGo/XLKUlKjbEuU/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552056073603010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8joUePx8I/AAAAAAAABGo/XLKUlKjbEuU/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jvx8TQaI/AAAAAAAABG4/qnxPvXRpvA0/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Heck, maybe I have a photographer in the making:)  I just love that he likes me to take his picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-1598904905187463010?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/1598904905187463010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=1598904905187463010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1598904905187463010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1598904905187463010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheeeese.html' title='Cheeeese!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/So8jwWxPMVI/AAAAAAAABHA/rdEGGRtXP7g/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-1605720503714438325</id><published>2009-08-13T15:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:22:09.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's 2 year well visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Jordan's 2 year well visit.  I always enjoy these visits, well until shot time.  I love to see how he's doing and progressing and what we have to look forward to next.  As we walked in today, he didn't want to take off his sunglasses, or did he want to take them off for his weigh in.  So we stripped him down to his diaper &amp;amp; glasses.  He weighed in at 22.13 pounds.  He is finally on the growth chart now.  Before this appointment he was below, now he is in the 3rd percentile.  In height he is in the 50th percentile at 34.5 inches.  Overall he did really good when it came to the shot and flu mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor says that he looks good and healthy.  But we need to give him some tough love on getting him to eat more than his usual 4 things that he will only eat.  Also, that it would help with his talking and playing if he were to play with other kids his own age and get involved in some play groups.  We tend to be content playing at home ourselves.  He is a super big Mommy's boy.  If anyone has any ideas, playgroups or wants to do a play date, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-1605720503714438325?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/1605720503714438325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=1605720503714438325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1605720503714438325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1605720503714438325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/08/jordans-2-year-well-visit.html' title='Jordan&apos;s 2 year well visit'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-6214437632440800193</id><published>2009-08-07T00:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:32:36.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>These last few weeks have been fun, stressful and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our 20 week ( I am actually 22 weeks) doctor appointment and ultra sound.  Everything is looks good and she is still a girl.  They measured everything and she comes in at about 16 oz.  She has all of her limbs, her heart looks good, her spine looks great and so does everything else they checked.  They couldn't get a well enough look to rule out cleft lip, but as far as the ultra sound lady could tell, she looks fine.  So I have to go in for another ultra sound next month.  Which I don't mind.  I really love having ultra sounds and seeing my sweet baby girl move.  She definitely is more of a mover than I remember Jordan being at this stage of the pregnancy.  I absolutely love feeling her move!  I need to figure out how to scan pictures on to the computer so I can show off her cute ultra sound pics.  My next appointment is on August 31st, and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my little boy is now 2!  I really can't believe how fast time goes by.  I have gotten teary-eyed the past few days with my little guy growing up...not quite sure if it is just because I am an emotional person to begin with, if it is the mom in me, or the pregnant hormones....or maybe a little bit of all three!  I am really excited to experience the next mile stone to age three with him now (it also helps that I will have a new baby girl to take place as being my newborn and baby).  He has been so much fun up to now, and continues to be such a sweet and fun boy.  I will have to also post pics and more detail of his special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Glen and I have decided to go back to school this fall.  It has been such a stress and hassle getting everything figured out.  Both Glen and I in the past have made some bad decisions with school.  Which now is coming back to haunt us in getting our financial aid and school loans.  Fortunately, they have decided to give me another chance and grant me financial aid.  Which is great and not so great.  I was only planning on taking one online class this semester.  I will be 6 months pregnant starting school and be due the week of finals.  Not sure if I'm up to it, but I will have to be.  I have to have at least 2 classes (6 credit hours) to be eligible for student loans and financial aid.  Now I will be doing one online course, and one course at the U. I'm not excited to have to walk the hills in the cold 9 months pregnant, but that is what is going to have to be since they don't offer all the courses I need to take online.  Unfortunately, Glen was not granted the financial aid we needed, making it even more important that I do school so he can also do school.  We can't afford to do school on our own, so this is our only choice.  One good thing is that his boss is being great to work with.  He is going to cut back hours at work so he can do school, and still be able to keep insurance....which is wonderful and a must for us right now!  I am also going to have to check with my professors and make sure they will work with me in case I go into labor early or during finals.  Hopefully all will work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also wondering if I can get any advice.  I am a little nervous doing school so far along in pregnancy and having finals at the time of my due date.  Has anyone, or if you know anyone, done school pregnant?  If so, how did it go, and is there any advice you can give?  Also, am I crazy to try and take on a two year old, a pregnancy (possible newborn) and school all at the same time, all when my husband will also be trying to go back to school as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-6214437632440800193?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/6214437632440800193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=6214437632440800193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6214437632440800193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6214437632440800193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5799819244867323200</id><published>2009-07-25T16:47:00.031-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:08:57.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado &amp; Moab Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan and I started our journey to Colorado on July 9th at 5am. Little did we know, the 9 hour trip would take all day long. On our way my parents van (Little Ann) had a hard time with the heat and hills by Vail, Colorado and kept vapor locking. Unfortunately I didn't take any pictures of that great and stressful day. Driving through the mountains of Colorado were just breathtaking. Finally around 8pm (15 hours later) we reached our destination of Colorado Springs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day started off much better. We went to Manitou and saw some cave dwellings. They were really neat, and dirty (red sand &amp;amp; khaki pants don't go well together!). Jordan had a great time there. We were able to walk through some of them and check out some Indian dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family in front of a cave dwelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPRo5V9kI/AAAAAAAABGI/BPTJlrjTB1s/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537314513188418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPRo5V9kI/AAAAAAAABGI/BPTJlrjTB1s/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cliff Cave dwellings&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPRJR4arI/AAAAAAAABGA/IQgDnnYG-Qg/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537306026175154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPRJR4arI/AAAAAAAABGA/IQgDnnYG-Qg/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan was more intrigued with the "bunny ears" I was getting than the camera!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPHQr_uYI/AAAAAAAABF4/VVYumgOn88M/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537136216062338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPHQr_uYI/AAAAAAAABF4/VVYumgOn88M/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What? No ears for them?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537133150445618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPHFRGIDI/AAAAAAAABFw/n2tWdzljZ2M/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After we visited the cave dwellings we walked around Manitou Springs. It was a neat little city. There were a few interesting stores. One of them was called Poppy. It was a little hippy store. My brother Zack was in heaven there. Jordan loved the colors and the music in there. This was the sign on the door.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPGmnZ9-I/AAAAAAAABFo/2fPWDB0Fe6M/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537124922521570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPGmnZ9-I/AAAAAAAABFo/2fPWDB0Fe6M/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the store, all the mannequins had hair underneath their arms. Very interesting and comical! Personally, I think it takes away from the shirt, what do you think?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPGGfkXII/AAAAAAAABFg/_rF4zyrqrWA/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537116299713666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPGGfkXII/AAAAAAAABFg/_rF4zyrqrWA/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around town there we enjoyed an ice cream cone, played at a park, and Jordan was spoiled by his uncles and aunt. He saw a carousel and of course wanted to ride. Each of his aunt and uncle took turns paying for his ride! At first he was a little nervous, and didn't dare move, but after riding several times, he became a pro.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPF0GBhuI/AAAAAAAABFY/j3qxhUedDsY/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537111360734946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPF0GBhuI/AAAAAAAABFY/j3qxhUedDsY/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOkE2lOqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mXW2Vrud8IU/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362536531743816354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOkE2lOqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/mXW2Vrud8IU/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some more pictures from Manitou and Manitou Springs. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-05.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845370885&amp;amp;site=widget-05.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845370885&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p1/3458764513845370885/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845370885&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p2/3458764513845370885/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845370885&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p4/3458764513845370885/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening we rode the Cog Rail Road up to Pikes Peak. At the bottom of the summit was 92 degrees when we got there. Once at the top it was 45 degrees, and with the wind chill it made it feel like 32 degrees. The views on the train ride were unbelievably beautiful. They said that at the top, on a clear day, you could see as far as Kansas. It was a little harder to breath up there and I did get a little light headed, but it was great. The top of the summit is 14,100 feet about sea level. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan and I freezing at the top&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOjzk479I/AAAAAAAABFI/BP8jjfRwHrI/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362536527106207698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOjzk479I/AAAAAAAABFI/BP8jjfRwHrI/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cog rail road car that took us up&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOjjdarKI/AAAAAAAABFA/RD4BznSk7tg/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362536522779896994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOjjdarKI/AAAAAAAABFA/RD4BznSk7tg/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOjNoXYfI/AAAAAAAABE4/Ajbcc3fqHpU/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362536510610268178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOi2H84BI/AAAAAAAABEw/5s6ecvtr_UU/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362536516920238578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuOjNoXYfI/AAAAAAAABE4/Ajbcc3fqHpU/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" /&gt;Here are some more amazing pictures from the Cog Rail Road and Pikes Peak. If ever in the area, I highly recommend going!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845372127&amp;amp;site=widget-df.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845372127&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p1/3458764513845372127/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845372127&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p2/3458764513845372127/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845372127&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p4/3458764513845372127/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we decided to drive to our next destination. Since Little Ann (van) had acted up on the first day, we had to rearrange a few of our plans. One was were we were going to stay the second night. This is one of those stories that is funny now, but at the time a little creepy and not so funny. We found a little place to stay at, that was in the middle of nowhere, that reminded us all of a movie named "Vacancy". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As we showed up, no one was there. The owner, that was expecting us, had gone into town. Once he returned he had us pay in cash for our room, one of the air conditioners was broken so he mentioned we would be safe sleeping with the window open, and there was just an Erie feel to the place (it didn't help that it was midnight, in the middle of nowhere, and a car full of people with imaginations running wild). I really don't think anyone slept very well that night...well, besides Jordan. He seemed to miss all the fun. Excuse the poor quality of the pictures...in all the fun and excitement I had the camera on the wrong setting!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN9d9Bx9I/AAAAAAAABEo/Lh5VJUdWyhw/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535862817346322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN9I6FUxI/AAAAAAAABEg/qGV_DJBu4Jc/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's some more pics of the motel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845374106&amp;amp;site=widget-9a.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845374106&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p1/3458764513845374106/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845374106&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p2/3458764513845374106/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845374106&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p4/3458764513845374106/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall, the motel wasn't as bad as we thought it was once me all made it alive through the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535868466841554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN9d9Bx9I/AAAAAAAABEo/Lh5VJUdWyhw/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" /&gt;The next morning we went to Royal Gorge...another breathtaking place.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN8vsEnMI/AAAAAAAABEY/QE81vbQCIZI/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535856047692994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN8vsEnMI/AAAAAAAABEY/QE81vbQCIZI/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While at the Royal Gorge we did a lot of great things. We took a Ariel tram ride across the gorge. This is the tram we rode in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN8MVAk_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/1pd5aDbNaNU/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535846555718642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN8MVAk_I/AAAAAAAABEQ/1pd5aDbNaNU/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were some animals there (I think either a reindeer or elk...sorry, horrible with certain animals) that Jordan insisted were cows. He mooed and mooed as we walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN73hvmnI/AAAAAAAABEI/AgxyR0nxWVg/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535840971987570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuN73hvmnI/AAAAAAAABEI/AgxyR0nxWVg/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan thought the best seat was Grandma's feet. He's no fool, he doesn't sit on the hot ground to play in the dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNjYOj9-I/AAAAAAAABEA/wWrC9d4VONA/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535420253173730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNjYOj9-I/AAAAAAAABEA/wWrC9d4VONA/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bridge that you can either walk or drive across. We walked. It was neat and scary all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNixG1agI/AAAAAAAABD4/kBwrSSogbsY/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535409751779842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNixG1agI/AAAAAAAABD4/kBwrSSogbsY/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of the family on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNiYq-rrI/AAAAAAAABDw/H4hPwa2YVmE/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535403192495794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNiYq-rrI/AAAAAAAABDw/H4hPwa2YVmE/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a view from the bridge of the sky coaster. It is like the one at Lagoon, but you swing over the huge, and very high, Royal Gorge! Tyler, Zack, Wyatt, Missie &amp;amp; Megan all went on it...they are much braver than I would have been:) Darn it, I was pregnant, so I couldn't be persuaded to go on it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNiA2o1BI/AAAAAAAABDo/Zj_TaHlCADA/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535396798944274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNiA2o1BI/AAAAAAAABDo/Zj_TaHlCADA/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also took a tram ride to the bottom of the Royal Gorge. Here is a view looking up at the tram and track that took us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNhqmOQdI/AAAAAAAABDg/L2SF-d4m_mY/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362535390824514002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNhqmOQdI/AAAAAAAABDg/L2SF-d4m_mY/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a view of the bridge we walked across from the bottom of the Royal Gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuND_oejWI/AAAAAAAABDY/TsI6Zb-I7ng/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534881075039586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuND_oejWI/AAAAAAAABDY/TsI6Zb-I7ng/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another place I would highly recommend going to. Maybe not on a day that was 100 degrees though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some more great pictures from the Royal Gorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-06.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845375238&amp;amp;site=widget-06.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845375238&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-06.slide.com/p1/3458764513845375238/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845375238&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-06.slide.com/p2/3458764513845375238/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845375238&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-06.slide.com/p4/3458764513845375238/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, when we got back to the hotel (thank goodness not Vacancy), Jordan was so tired he fell asleep with the snake he got at the Royal Gorge (one of his new favorite toys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNDpKIwQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vRbZ0Kte7dU/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534875042201858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNDpKIwQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vRbZ0Kte7dU/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day we spent hanging out in Durango. We walked and checked out the shops of the downtown area, it is a neat little town. Jordan recently has become a fan of trains, or Choo Choo's. He loved seeing the Durango Train stationed at the downtown area. He was so sweet and would get so excited every time we saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a little Mexican restaurant to eat at for lunch. Jordan was such a good little boy and a cutie. Here is a fun picture of him being goofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534105194366178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMW1QHBOI/AAAAAAAABCw/Agxe5U4Psp4/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534097354728226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMWYC_oyI/AAAAAAAABCo/KT8rYTLPdyI/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534855784983682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNCha27II/AAAAAAAABC4/5CeUxgNSHDE/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" /&gt;Later that night we went and saw a play, "Dames at Sea". It was a really fun play. Originally I was really nervous on how Jordan was going to do during the play. So I packed a bag full of goodies, toys, and planned for the worst sitting next to the aisle so I could make a quick exit if needed. He did SO good. He sat and watched the entire show on his own chair. He would laugh with everyone and would clap at the end of each act. He was the perfect little boy. It made me want to cry with how well he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of him sitting on his chair waiting for the play to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534868515295970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuNDQ2AEuI/AAAAAAAABDI/tayKKnlgxxI/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" /&gt;Here are some more fun pictures of our adventures in Durango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-98.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845376152&amp;amp;site=widget-98.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845376152&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-98.slide.com/p1/3458764513845376152/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845376152&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-98.slide.com/p2/3458764513845376152/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845376152&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-98.slide.com/p4/3458764513845376152/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we left Colorado, our last stop on our trip was Moab. It was great because we met up with my Mom's side of the family that lives down there along with several other families that went down to visit as well. It was great seeing everyone there. We met up at a neat little park and had a BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMWIpro7I/AAAAAAAABCg/IDJLNwLi5Io/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534093222028210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMWIpro7I/AAAAAAAABCg/IDJLNwLi5Io/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The park was really neat. It had an area of musical instuments. Jordan loved playing on them. He was a little musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMVrfUcgI/AAAAAAAABCY/48hQW-4yysE/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534085393936898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMVrfUcgI/AAAAAAAABCY/48hQW-4yysE/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a fun picture of my Mom &amp;amp; her sister Julie (my mom is youngest of 10 kids, 8 boys and 2 girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMVXigz9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/L934CZGWky8/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362534080038621138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuMVXigz9I/AAAAAAAABCQ/L934CZGWky8/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some other fun picutres of our Moab trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845377180&amp;amp;site=widget-9c.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845377180&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p1/3458764513845377180/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845377180&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p2/3458764513845377180/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845377180&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p4/3458764513845377180/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a lot of fun. The only thing that would have made it the perfect trip, is if Glen would have been able to have gone with. Jordan and I was just spoiled by everyone. Mom &amp;amp; Dad, the boys &amp;amp; Auntie M were wonderful with helping me with Jordan. It was really cute, whenever Jordan wanted anything he would look at them with the sweetest face and do the sign for please. With that he was even able to get everyone into a cold swimming pool to play with him! He had everyone wrapped around his little finger.  Jordan also did very well for all the time spent in the car during the trip (all 1500 miles in 5 days).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks mom &amp;amp; dad for taking Jordan and I with you. We had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-5799819244867323200?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5799819244867323200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5799819244867323200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5799819244867323200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5799819244867323200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorado-moab-trip.html' title='Colorado &amp; Moab Trip'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmuPRo5V9kI/AAAAAAAABGI/BPTJlrjTB1s/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5729884020158852815</id><published>2009-07-23T15:03:00.038-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:55:42.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am a little late getting pictures out from our family vacations that we have gone on this summer. We have been lucky enough to go on two great vacations. The first on was with Glen's entire family to Steamboat Springs, Colorado. We went there with them at the end of June. The other trip was with my family (unfortunately Glen couldn't make it) to Colorado and Moab at the beginning/middle of July. Both trips were wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first trip was Steamboat Springs. Glen and I had never been there before, and it was beautiful! It was also great because Glen's entire family was able to go, we had a group of 28! I have so many, I had to only post a few of my favorites (which took me forever to narrow down), and then did a ton of slide shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While there we celebrated Father's day. Glen was able to start the day off with his Dad, brother &amp;amp; brother-in-law fishing. Once back Jordan and I gave him his gifts, then Glen cooked us breakfast (best hubby ever), relaxed, went to Big House Burgers for dinner with the family and then checked out the Sulphur Springs. It was a fun and busy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a picture of my two favorite boys at the Sulphur Springs. I heard Glen yelling for me to get the camera, as I turned the corner, they were posing for this picture. Too cute!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361766673801139794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjSYchx1lI/AAAAAAAABAg/roPMhIS3hVc/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" /&gt;Here are some other fun pics of that day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-41.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845173569&amp;amp;site=widget-41.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845173569&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p1/3458764513845173569/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845173569&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p2/3458764513845173569/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845173569&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p4/3458764513845173569/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Monday, June 22nd, we went to the Botanical Gardens and had Family pics done. It was great to have everyone there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361769663495725090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjVGeAg4CI/AAAAAAAABBA/VlsbQVDuPhA/s320/DSC_1136.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan looking at us and thinking "please, not another picture!"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361769653731425602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjVF5ohfUI/AAAAAAAABA4/RYGd6yE46vo/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" /&gt; This picture is so sweet of Glen helping Jordan cross the stream.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361769650302870034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjVFs3F4hI/AAAAAAAABAw/PcmngG6LJm0/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute pic of my two favorite boys!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361769642956527666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjVFRflmDI/AAAAAAAABAo/5aH3qHICDYA/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" /&gt;Here are some of the other fun pictures taken at the Botanical Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845176698&amp;amp;site=widget-7a.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 99px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845176698&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p1/3458764513845176698/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845176698&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p2/3458764513845176698/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845176698&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we hiked up to Fish Creek Falls. The hike was beautiful! This is the falls at the beginning of our journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smjbu9O7uDI/AAAAAAAABBc/jYlMv0sBWWc/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361776956142237746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smjbu9O7uDI/AAAAAAAABBc/jYlMv0sBWWc/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The middle of our journey&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smjbt97K8-I/AAAAAAAABBI/uepdt3ix4yU/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361776939147916258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smjbt97K8-I/AAAAAAAABBI/uepdt3ix4yU/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the foot of the falls!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361776945808951106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjbuWvSR0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/Ub7UFt1FJak/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some more wonderful pictures from the hike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845178891&amp;amp;site=widget-0b.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845178891&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p1/3458764513845178891/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845178891&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p2/3458764513845178891/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845178891&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p4/3458764513845178891/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that night after the hike, we went to Fuzziwigs's Candy Shop. It was the cutest little candy shop with all of the candy you would remember from when you were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjgAaI5LxI/AAAAAAAABBo/jNct21quwQE/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361781654005821202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjgAaI5LxI/AAAAAAAABBo/jNct21quwQE/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845191790&amp;amp;site=widget-6e.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 426px"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845191790&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p1/3458764513845191790/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845191790&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p2/3458764513845191790/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845191790&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p4/3458764513845191790/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also had a lot of great times in the pool, around town &amp;amp; at the condo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan was so funny. When we first tried getting him to get into the pool it took about an hour. Once we got him in we couldn't get him out. We also shared a condo with Glen's sister Trisha, her hubby Terry &amp;amp; their kids Bridger, Sawyer &amp;amp; Renner. Jordan loved having his cousins around from morning to night. It is also so nice that they are so good with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845198234&amp;amp;site=widget-9a.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845198234&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p1/3458764513845198234/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845198234&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p2/3458764513845198234/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845198234&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p4/3458764513845198234/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is another one of my favorite pictures. We packed up some bags and took them down to the picnic area. Jordan wanted to help so we let him carry a bag. He carried it all the way. He was so sweet.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smkdt5UhOII/AAAAAAAABB4/ZKOZV31MX-g/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361849505679489154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smkdt5UhOII/AAAAAAAABB4/ZKOZV31MX-g/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361849513773824482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmkduXeW-eI/AAAAAAAABCA/7fFMC9Z3FqA/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three amigos! Anja, Renner &amp;amp; Jordan. It is so much fun having the three kidos so close in age. Jordan and Renner are only a week apart, and Anja is just a little under three months younger than the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smkdts4KZTI/AAAAAAAABBw/hzCizR5E9Uw/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361849502339327282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/Smkdts4KZTI/AAAAAAAABBw/hzCizR5E9Uw/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steamboat was a lot of fun. I'm glad everyone was able to make it. We created a lot of great memories from the family vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last is a slide show of our last day. We rode home with Glen's parents and had some fun along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-9d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513845199773&amp;amp;site=widget-9d.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845199773&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9d.slide.com/p1/3458764513845199773/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845199773&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9d.slide.com/p2/3458764513845199773/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513845199773&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-9d.slide.com/p4/3458764513845199773/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All wiped out after a fun vacation! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmkhyWmPYfI/AAAAAAAABCI/Theu3GtlckU/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361853980304433650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmkhyWmPYfI/AAAAAAAABCI/Theu3GtlckU/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-5729884020158852815?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5729884020158852815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5729884020158852815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5729884020158852815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5729884020158852815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/07/steamboat-springs.html' title='Steamboat Springs'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmjSYchx1lI/AAAAAAAABAg/roPMhIS3hVc/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3421215735862566193</id><published>2009-07-21T15:58:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:32:13.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roden Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This year when we went to Steamboat Springs with Glen's family, we had our family pictures taken. It was great because everyone was actually able to make it. We had a couple called Rife Photography take them at the Botanical Gardens. Not only was it hard to keep all the kids together and happy, try to keep ourselves clean and composed, but we were eaten alive by mosquito's the entire time. Not the funnest at the time, but is now fun to look back at. Overall there were some great pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361040124192239586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmY9lsUYL-I/AAAAAAAABAA/-pVo2nlUoQ4/s320/DSC_1136.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We had such a hard time keeping Jordan happy. My once photogenic boy now hates getting his picture taken. In the picture below he was finally a little bit happier (since we let him pick a flower from the gardens...which is a forbidden thing to do. At the time, we didn't care as long as he was happy, or somewhat happy).  Jordan was showing the photographer his flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361040133544397794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmY9mPKGy-I/AAAAAAAABAI/oz5WNlYtjj0/s320/DSC_1191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the families together (28 of us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361038801265433906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmY8YsCDHTI/AAAAAAAAA_4/DZ-mIqKt4e0/s320/DSC_1176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glen with his brother's, sister's and parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361043090016113490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmZASU35E1I/AAAAAAAABAY/-g1XdXpr3uM/s320/DSC_1198.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And yes, we even had a picture taken of all the significant others&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361043083020469778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmZAR60ABhI/AAAAAAAABAQ/F36qnHMllJM/s320/DSC_1171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-3421215735862566193?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3421215735862566193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3421215735862566193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3421215735862566193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3421215735862566193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/07/roden-family-pictures.html' title='Roden Family Pictures'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SmY9lsUYL-I/AAAAAAAABAA/-pVo2nlUoQ4/s72-c/DSC_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-6610348659600336608</id><published>2009-07-05T01:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:33:23.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July BBQ &amp; Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our 4th of July was a great day.  In the past, the 4th has never been an exciting holiday for myself, but after this year I can't wait for the next.  Besides Glen having to work the morning it was the perfect day.  We had my sister Madison over, were able to take a nap, had a BBQ &amp;amp; went to the park for fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879916452894002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBa6aMMVTI/AAAAAAAAA_o/mQW0IgdyTfM/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Glen pushing Jordan around in the car at the BBQ.  We are seriously debating about going motorized....this kid could be pushed all day long!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBazKS-jzI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tl-fVQgYh7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879791927299890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBazKS-jzI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tl-fVQgYh7Y/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had a great time just helping himself as we waited for the hot dogs to get done.  We found out that he likes chili Frito's.  He was so sweet, he would eat one and then share one with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBayn33ioI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/BREAC1cGhaI/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879782686788226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBayn33ioI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/BREAC1cGhaI/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved having a table just his size that he could eat at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBayeJRdSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CXd72yVqSgk/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879780075435298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBayeJRdSI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CXd72yVqSgk/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor kid....he is constantly getting his hands and face washed by mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBayHZ0a-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/Klo9qp_8PG8/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879773970820066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBayHZ0a-I/AAAAAAAAA_I/Klo9qp_8PG8/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the BBQ we went to Riverton park to watch the fireworks.  We went with Aaron &amp;amp; Katie, and then met up with my parents, Wyatt &amp;amp; his girlie friend, Randy &amp;amp; Megan, and the Goodrich's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBax9SZx-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/bMG7qIEd-Ak/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879771255359458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBax9SZx-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/bMG7qIEd-Ak/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randy &amp;amp; Megan were so nice to share their Slurpee with him.  He thought it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBabSJlEAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/D6ZR4EVRwZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879381718503426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBabSJlEAI/AAAAAAAAA-4/D6ZR4EVRwZ0/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, not quite sure what we were thinking.  We left the house with only $4...that won't do much at a carnival.  Poor Jordan was watching this little train and wanting to ride sooo bad.  Randy and Megan were nice enough to give us another ticket so Jordan and Auntie M could go on it.  At first he was excited, then got a little nervous, but once it started he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBabEPdqpI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-5suDuFdWMY/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879377985088146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBabEPdqpI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-5suDuFdWMY/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie M was such a great sport to ride on it with him.  It was so sweet, afterwards I was holding him asking him if he had a good time and he shook his head yes and then signed please (he doesn't say please yet...only does the sign).  It was so sweet and sad.  He really wanted to go again but we were out of tickets.  Next year we will have to remember to bring cash (well more than $4) with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaa7Buq_I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9QLdV6epq84/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879375511563250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaa7Buq_I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9QLdV6epq84/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan had a great time sitting on the blankets, eating treats and waiting for the fireworks.  He had licorice for the first time, and loved it...even though it made Grandma very nervous.  Grandma also brought his favorite, messy Cheetos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaarBR42I/AAAAAAAAA-g/vSaNI8Tyvfs/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879371214709602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaarBR42I/AAAAAAAAA-g/vSaNI8Tyvfs/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt &amp;amp; his girlie friend Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaaNYuASI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/64YU64lzRAc/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354879363259957538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaaNYuASI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/64YU64lzRAc/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missie, Tiffany, Tyler, Lisa, Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaEmw_cTI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/0bsEnUgTB1E/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354878992115527986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaEmw_cTI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/0bsEnUgTB1E/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron, Katie, Glen, Troy &amp;amp; Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaEVkfcYI/AAAAAAAAA-I/WVCcQ5QQfxI/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354878987499696514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaEVkfcYI/AAAAAAAAA-I/WVCcQ5QQfxI/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan had a lot of firsts today.  One of them was sparklers.  I was nervous that he would be scared and not want to hold them once lit, but it was the exact opposite.  I wonder if I should be nervous that he had no fear.  Heck, I think I was scared of them until I was like 12.  He had a great time running around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaD_lfZqI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Xpua8CY6v1U/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354878981598308002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaD_lfZqI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Xpua8CY6v1U/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He didn't understand exactly what they were, so he kept on trying to go over to show and share them with everyone sitting on the blankets.  Glen had to intercept a few times.  Poor Missie had her leg grazed by him and lost a little bit of leg hair.  No burns though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaDuqwKUI/AAAAAAAAA94/aVM6hJZ0N5A/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354878977056975170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaDuqwKUI/AAAAAAAAA94/aVM6hJZ0N5A/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan sitting on Grandmas lap eating messy, messy Cheetos and loving it!  He enjoyed the fireworks just as much as the night before.  Clapping and cheering at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaDN9y5yI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CnB9kgiECB8/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354878968278476578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBaDN9y5yI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CnB9kgiECB8/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the night he gave Katie sweet loves as we were getting the car packed up and ready to go.  On the car ride home he told us all about the fireworks in the sky.  He even did firework sounds...so cute.  He also did choo choo sounds telling us about the train.  As we put him down for bed once we got home, the last thing he said as we were leaving the room was "choo choo".  So cute.  I can't wait for the 24th of July.  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This year we went just for fun.  Glen normally doesn't like crowds, but will do anything for Jordan.  We thought that Jordan would love going and watching the fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354867416215319698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBPizLT9JI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/2M7_DBejfXQ/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is great...but getting more and more crowded up there.  Every year on the 3rd they do a free concert and fireworks up at the Sundial Lodge.  Jordan thought the gondola ride to the top was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354867431235166610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBPjrIUoZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/OUq62-Wwbyg/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; On our way up to the festivities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354867422756419810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBPjLi1OOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Fxey9673TK8/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once up at the top we ate at Pizza Hut...I can't believe how much Jordan is growing up.  He has to sit in a big boy chair now....no more highchairs!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354867435686217906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBPj7tiSLI/AAAAAAAAA7o/qBJ8qaepDfk/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My sister Madison went with us.  We always enjoy spending time with her and Jordan just adores her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354867444021904546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBPkaw6xKI/AAAAAAAAA7w/WvVLADh4PZQ/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uncle Terry was nice and gave Jordan a snow cone....and of course he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868180716835762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQPTKrU7I/AAAAAAAAA8A/YG8hEjIM4Fs/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jordan and Missie eating their treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868175367372322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQO_PQ_iI/AAAAAAAAA74/yyPivVSs9O0/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course Jordan wanted to try and be a mountain man and climb the hill side.  Anything to give me worry and stress:)  Auntie M was so good to help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868192917117010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQQAnc2FI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/qyOCQXITFPY/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After listening to the music and eating our treats we decided it was time to go for a walk and get away from the crowd.  We found a little play set in between the hotel.  I both love and hate how he is growing up.  It seems like every time we go to a playground, he is more daring and can do more on his own.  Heck, instead of crawling up the steps, he climbing right up with no problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868187261969986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQPrjKJkI/AAAAAAAAA8I/zeJYsvHxuFc/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jordan was cute, he would try to help us all up the play set so we could also have fun like him and go down the slides.  We all went down several times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868779468013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQyJsFP1I/AAAAAAAAA8o/Mng_c2_7XpQ/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jordan had a great time pushing the stroller around the empty tennis court.  It was nice not to have to worry about him running anyone or anything over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868794966244946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQzDbJflI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FJi9YjV6kA8/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354869488121447938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBRbZoOhgI/AAAAAAAAA9I/dXSnWf68tLw/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We also found a lost tennis ball up in the tree.  He was a big helper and got it down for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868792503054738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQy6P4MZI/AAAAAAAAA84/UTClfCAI2lU/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course he wanted to get dirty and play in the bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868788503458146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQyrWTMWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/HzN6qubRcy0/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Running around having a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQQnpv4RI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/iAEiChtC8EE/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868203395735826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBQQnpv4RI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/iAEiChtC8EE/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grounds are just gorgeous at the lodge.  Here is picture of Missie...so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354869497548571234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBRb8v1AmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/a_wjoCeFKX4/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We didn't want to sit in traffic all night after the fireworks, so we decided to head down to the car and watch them from the parking lot.  Unfortunately, which ended up being a good thing, we missed the gondola.  They shut down the gondola during the firework show.  So we decided to do the 10 minute or so walk down the mountain to the car.  Which worked out great.  We walked right past where they were shooting off the fireworks so we had the best view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354869506338822338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBRcdflmMI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xN70_qy5lOQ/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Honestly I was a little nervous on how Jordan was going to handle the fireworks....but he did great!  After each firework he would clap his hands and say "yay!".  It was soo much fun seeing how much joy they brought him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354869499265837458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBRcDJQaZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/807gnq_adcQ/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glen was so good and either walked backwards or pulled Jordan backwards that way Jordan wouldn't miss any of the the fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354869515092888482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBRc-GuC6I/AAAAAAAAA9o/u9KhA-e7Gms/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Auntie M holding Jordan's head up as he slept on the car ride home.  She is so good with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We truly had a great time and I love how much joy having Jordan can bring to holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-6902610361035643171?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/6902610361035643171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=6902610361035643171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6902610361035643171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6902610361035643171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-of-july-in-park-city.html' title='3rd of July in Park City'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SlBPizLT9JI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/2M7_DBejfXQ/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5375087350702484729</id><published>2009-06-30T10:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:52:52.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So on Glen's birthday we found out that we are going to be having a precious baby girl! When we went in, she did not want to cooperate. She was trying to sleep and wanted to be curled up in a ball. After trying to get a definite gender check, the ultra sound lady decided that we better go and get a coke and walk around for a while to try and get her awake. At that time we were thinking girl, but needed to get some better pics. After walking around and drinking a coke, we went back and got some really great pics and confirmed that we are having a girl!!! I have her ultra sound pics and will post them later (when I figure out how to scan them in!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When we left the hospital, of course we had to go right out and buy her some cloths. We had a time restraint (but of course that didn't stop us), and the closest store was Target. We both picked out a cute little outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353594293970059474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SkvJpVOkwNI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/hoG5I71DSWI/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Actually, this was her first outfit. We got it a few weeks ago. It was just darling and I fell in love with it...we thought that we would "think pink". Last time with Jordan we "thinked pink" and had to spend an entire day returning outfits. No returning this time!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353594303789303250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SkvJp5zqhdI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Fn6mcbafFCw/s400/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(This is the outfit that Glen picked out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353595497887843410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SkvKvaK8RFI/AAAAAAAAA7I/NymA_8UJHEM/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is the outfit I picked out...sorry, for some reason I can't get the pic to turn the right way on the blog.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;That weekend we went to the Tooele Art Festival. Can I say scary for someone who has a little bit of cash, just found out she is having a little girl, has always wanted to shop for a little girl, and is surrounded by darling homemade bows &amp;amp; headbands for little girls! Needless to say the cash didn't last that long. I really need to find my inner self control since I still have 5 more months to go...this could get expensive:) I really need to learn how to make bows for her...if anyone knows how, has any tips, etc, please let me know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353594312179417522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SkvJqZEBgbI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Jhvn2PW1Kbw/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(The bow in the bottom left hand corner is the one Glen picked out for his outfit.  Later, we figured out it is really black and not brown, so, of course I needed to get one with brown to match the outfit.  So We got the one in the top right hand corner to go with it.  Naturally we didn't return the other one.  It is so cute and I will just have to find an outfit to match!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It was fun though, even Glen had a good time looking and actually was the one who picked out her first little bow to match the outfit he picked out. For being a guy, he has wonderful taste...heck, I may have to share dressing and picking out her outfits with him:) I love that Glen is such a great daddy and so involved in mine, Jordan's and now our precious little girl's lives.&lt;/span&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/6458367958951886607-5375087350702484729?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5375087350702484729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5375087350702484729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5375087350702484729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5375087350702484729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!!!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SkvJpVOkwNI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/hoG5I71DSWI/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7965984774497965350</id><published>2009-06-14T20:01:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:34:36.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scottish Festival</title><content type='html'>Every year I look forward to going to the Scottish Festival. It is the second weekend in June at Thanksgiving Point. I have always had a liking for bag pipe music, kilts &amp;amp; Scotland. I would love to go back there again someday. Heck, I would move there if I could:) I will have to pull out my Scotland pics another day and post them (they were done on an old school camera with film!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually we work the entire festival, but this year we went to it and worked it. We were able to go Friday night, and then worked Snowie on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday Jordan had such a great time there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347375673280887106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWx1954-UI/AAAAAAAAA6I/SqbauKdbXRA/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He enjoyed "Celtic Mint" ice cream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372818829006722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWvP0Ph14I/AAAAAAAAA44/EjIb2iPQr6w/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was a big helper by pushing his stroller....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372823574298802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWvQF65QLI/AAAAAAAAA5A/IsHzsqghdFU/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every so often he would stop and fix his wheels, not quite sure why, but it was sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347373273688456514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWvqSuePUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Jc_40BVSTqE/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And enjoyed dancing with me to the band!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372832910155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWvQosvHcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/fg5Ju6T4rsA/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372839131666066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWvQ_4D1pI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ZWEm0eDVO18/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347375387927504594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWxlW4V5tI/AAAAAAAAA6A/lPUxPOPyhyg/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Once the clouds started looking really angry, we decided it was time to go! Once we got in the car it started to down pour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347373285410434562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWvq-ZNbgI/AAAAAAAAA54/kdXxTbGJhwo/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice call on heading out when we did sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday Glen and I worked Snowie. I always enjoy working them with Glen. Glen is such a sweetheart and puts up with me and my Scottish fetish. I can't help but get teary-eyed when I hear or see the bag pipers! I think it stems from watching them with my Pa when I was a little girl. He was also intrigued by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, Saturday was such a stormy day. At one point it rained so hard even the cover of the Snowie building didn't keep us dry and we were drenched! I loved how the bag pipers still played in the rain and marched to their competition sites. At one point, right before "the big" down pour, one clan was marching so bravely in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347373282067943234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWvqx8TD0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/wBCLOdpIpUk/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Once they passed us and the big down pour hit, they all took off running for cover. It was both sad &amp;amp; funny to watch. Moments before they were so bravely sticking out the storm...I guess it got to be too much....and I don't blame them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next year I would like to just go to the entire festival and not work it. They have all sorts of great dancing, bands and sports. I was lucky to see a little bit of one of the sports this year. They were tossing small bales of hay with a pitch fork over a high pole! Thanks sweetie for watching the booth so I could have a little fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next June.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7965984774497965350?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7965984774497965350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7965984774497965350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7965984774497965350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7965984774497965350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/06/scottish-festival.html' title='Scottish Festival'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SjWx1954-UI/AAAAAAAAA6I/SqbauKdbXRA/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-2208716813169910535</id><published>2009-06-08T10:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:38:25.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby appointment #2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday we had our second baby appointment.  Luckily Glen &amp;amp; Jordan were able to go with me this time.  As I was getting weighed and what not, Jordan was eating some smarties with Glen.  Our Doctor, Dr Hansen, asked Jordan for some, and Glen said that he just looked at him and laughed.  Funny kid.  I guess he thinks it is funny if you think he will share his smarties with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is good.  We got to see the baby moving and kicking on the little portable ultra sound machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will find out what we are having on July 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  It is driving me crazy that we could find out 2 weeks earlier.  We will be on vacation one of the weeks and then the doctor will be on vacation the following week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As of right now we are 13 weeks and 4 days!  According to my baby books the baby is about 2 1/2 to 3 inches long and the size of a peach.  We have a baby peach!  I just love reading each week where the baby is and how it is progressing and growing.  Also, where I should be as well.  I love being pregnant, it is such a wonderful experience!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-2208716813169910535?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/2208716813169910535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=2208716813169910535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2208716813169910535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2208716813169910535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-appointment-2.html' title='Baby appointment #2!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-775720155548618473</id><published>2009-05-25T10:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:56:36.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are having a BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just to let everyone know, we are expecting baby number 2! We are due December 10th...hello Christmas baby! I am almost 12 weeks along and starting to feel much better. I have been more tired and sick with this one than with Jordan. But still, can't complain, I have overall (so far...knock on wood) had a great pregnancy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had our first appointment a few weeks ago, and all is going well. The doctor rolled in a portable ultra sound machine and I got to see our new little baby &amp;amp; hear the heart beat! It was amazing! Too bad Glen had to work and miss out....next time sweetie, love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so blessed that we didn't have quite as hard of a time with this baby, as we did with Jordan. I have always wanted to have our kids close. Jordan and the baby will be about 2 years and 4 months appart...I will take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glen, Jordan and I couldn't be happier! We will keep everyone updated as things progress!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/ShshrHYs8SI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CnseLAEOsH0/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339898807778603298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/ShshrHYs8SI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CnseLAEOsH0/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Beautiful flowers Glen brought home the day we found out...what a sweet heart!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-775720155548618473?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/775720155548618473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=775720155548618473&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/775720155548618473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/775720155548618473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-having-baby.html' title='We are having a BABY!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/ShshrHYs8SI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CnseLAEOsH0/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5753039786827810214</id><published>2009-05-06T21:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:00:47.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was beautiful outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXiT5pWTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gtiKQAM2GdI/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921155729316146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXiT5pWTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gtiKQAM2GdI/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today was such a great day to be outside. I really enjoy when it isn't too hot or too cold. I just sat back and relaxed (of course took pictures) while Jordan played.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He accomplished many great tasks today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXjIEv7KI/AAAAAAAAA34/WQ4qRIojtxw/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921169734528162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXjIEv7KI/AAAAAAAAA34/WQ4qRIojtxw/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He learned how to climb up the playset by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXjehHGxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eUQBlGKviKo/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921175759067922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXjehHGxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/eUQBlGKviKo/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a cute little bum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX0zgRPJI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Uk4NTuqgIEk/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921473450458258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX0zgRPJI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Uk4NTuqgIEk/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXilKcIkI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fNWH7o8uSTs/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921160363156034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXilKcIkI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fNWH7o8uSTs/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once at the top he enjoyed rolling the ball down the slide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX1DbrkwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ZFlSJm9A6A0/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921477726180098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX1DbrkwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ZFlSJm9A6A0/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's tough work being a kid...so he had to take a break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX1aTKR3I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/d9WcSBT5KDI/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921483864459122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX1aTKR3I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/d9WcSBT5KDI/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he came over and tried to pull me over to play on the slide with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXi-LmcdI/AAAAAAAAA3w/twVcX7ucqTs/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921167078912466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXi-LmcdI/AAAAAAAAA3w/twVcX7ucqTs/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan figured that the stump on the tree would be a wonderful place to sit and relax!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXBYE4bwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ZUSf7zEjTdk/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920589914500866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXBYE4bwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ZUSf7zEjTdk/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXBvx0f0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/l-E8UsH3ZwY/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920596277002050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXBvx0f0I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/l-E8UsH3ZwY/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he sat and smelled the flowers from his new seat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXCJcB7bI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/-ynW6o3ZNrU/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920603164929458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXCJcB7bI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/-ynW6o3ZNrU/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had such a great time with all of the blossoms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXA4kJpgI/AAAAAAAAA3A/_r7ICZGTBzE/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920581455717890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXA4kJpgI/AAAAAAAAA3A/_r7ICZGTBzE/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pushing the car around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXApaD2NI/AAAAAAAAA24/_hdKOZ8iaSI/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920577386862802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXApaD2NI/AAAAAAAAA24/_hdKOZ8iaSI/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWti4zEEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Oi7Hm7zFowU/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920249219223618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWti4zEEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Oi7Hm7zFowU/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At one point he fell out of the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWt6y2pZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uTUL_rX3_u8/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920255636743570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWt6y2pZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/uTUL_rX3_u8/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....then he got up and brushed himself off! (it was super cute)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWuPMRPeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/XCi007ea8ss/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920261112053218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWuPMRPeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/XCi007ea8ss/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He played cars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWtCXdYGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GJVJqnuKn7M/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332920240489455714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJWtCXdYGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GJVJqnuKn7M/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks irritated that I had him take time out to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also explored over by the garden. I really don't like him playing in dirt and need to remind myself that he is a little boy. But my heart did melt a little each time he would brush the dirt off his hands with a disgusted look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX1g2gpCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/231ZTC57CVg/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332921485623338018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJX1g2gpCI/AAAAAAAAA4g/231ZTC57CVg/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6458367958951886607-5753039786827810214?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5753039786827810214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5753039786827810214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5753039786827810214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5753039786827810214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-beautiful-outside.html' title='Today was beautiful outside!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SgJXiT5pWTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gtiKQAM2GdI/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-2795686823863173391</id><published>2009-04-02T14:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:21:59.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully sooon!</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been horrible at blogging.  The last month or so we have been cleaning, going through boxes, packing and moving.  Now that we are almost moved, we have more cleaning, going through boxes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-packing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;notifying&lt;/span&gt; and address changing.  We have moved in with my in-laws.  Luckily they are generous enough to take us in and let us invade their mother-in-law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I love moving.  I love getting rid of stuff, cleaning, and having a fresh new start.  This time we have had to remodel and get our new place ready for us.  Which has been a fun and tiring adventure.  Also, I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accumulated&lt;/span&gt; so much crap!  We are downsizing quite a bit, so we have had to get rid of, D.I., and store a lot of things.  Not to mention, normally it is just Glen and I......  Now that we have Jordan, it is like taking two steps forward, and then one step back again.  I had no clue he could pack &amp;amp; unpack boxes as fast as he can.  Rather I am ready for him or not, he is busy trying to help.  I just hope that his desire to help out and clean will continue throughout his life!  Oh, but that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; just a mothers dream.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;needless&lt;/span&gt; to say, I get most of my work done during his nap &amp;amp; bed times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I'm not living out of boxes and are able to move from one end of our place to the other without dodging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;.  That way we can get back to life how it was before the move.  I also haven't found my camera yet :)  Hopefully it won't be long until I can get back to taking pics of my cute little boy &amp;amp; start blogging again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-2795686823863173391?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/2795686823863173391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=2795686823863173391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2795686823863173391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/2795686823863173391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/04/hopefully-sooon.html' title='Hopefully sooon!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-8185624984435936315</id><published>2009-03-13T14:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:20:00.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVufKrCXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CgJ8vcASeCY/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312793705053882738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVufKrCXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CgJ8vcASeCY/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not often do I say "I'm glad it is getting warmer"! Normally I enjoy Fall &amp;amp; Winter.   Fall to me isn't ever long enough!  I'm not someone who particularly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enjoys&lt;/span&gt; being outside. I still enjoy camping, going for walks, etc, but for me to enjoy and want to go outside, the weather has to be perfect. The temp needs to be about 75 degrees with no wind! I also really enjoy stormy days. The gloomier looking the better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always wanted to be an outdoors person no matter the weather. I always find myself doing activities inside and being content with staying inside. I enjoy being comfortable without having to sweat from the heat, shiver from the cold, not be able to see because the wind is blowing my hair into my face etc. I do love to open the blinds and the windows, but that is as far as it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrXWjbey1I/AAAAAAAAA0o/62r5NNgtE74/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312795492904520530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrXWjbey1I/AAAAAAAAA0o/62r5NNgtE74/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having Jordan is going to make me become an outside person. He LOVES the outside...not sure where he got it from? Every morning, he points to his window and says "go"! If he sees his coat, jacket, shoes, or my coat, jacket or shoes, it is all over. He has to "go" right there and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUsodfO2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/XWwmMAdlETo/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792573677353826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUsodfO2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/XWwmMAdlETo/s400/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(poor kid, can't get his mom to cut his hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today has been a nice day. So I thought, well I better suck it up and take Jordan outside. I'm glad that we did. He (and I) had a blast. He was dang cute. He loved playing with the ball and saying ball, peeking through the slits in the fence at the neighbor's dogs and saying "woof woof" and just being a goof ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVvHSPVuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/SS8KpXC4N44/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312793715823040226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVvHSPVuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/SS8KpXC4N44/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I guess it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to be a "Peeping Tom" when you are this little and cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At one point I looked over at him and he was laying on his ball giving it loves. Dang cute. Of course I couldn't get the camera in time. Finally, I was able to get him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;re-inact&lt;/span&gt; it. Not as cute as the original time, but still cute. As I was trying to get him to give the ball loves again, at first he would run up to be and give me loves....so sweet! I love my little tender heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUs7KXOPI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QCc2-TnW_vQ/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792578697410802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUs7KXOPI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QCc2-TnW_vQ/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of the other pics I took of our backyard adventure today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUrh5gZqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/f7eRFxPHPgI/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792554735953570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUrh5gZqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/f7eRFxPHPgI/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan loves going up and down stairs.  Normally not a problem.  Except in our back yard there is no railing on either side, and he hasn't quite figured out that when he steps backwards or sits down from crawling up, he needs to be aware of where the edge is!  Of course, these steps are his favorite to crawl up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUryGkEbI/AAAAAAAAAzY/9M-kMULIsms/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792559085687218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUryGkEbI/AAAAAAAAAzY/9M-kMULIsms/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUsQC1v7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/fEKEBc0edE0/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792567123132338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUsQC1v7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/fEKEBc0edE0/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrUsQC1v7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/fEKEBc0edE0/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVuM7TUuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/JGkxS84i6u0/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312793700157575906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVuM7TUuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/JGkxS84i6u0/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kicking the ball.  Looks like our hopes of him playing soccer one day are looking good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrXWRqkT0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/CEG6EAvFHfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312795488135958338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrXWRqkT0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/CEG6EAvFHfQ/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVuM7TUuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/JGkxS84i6u0/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrXWRqkT0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/CEG6EAvFHfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVuoYU6gI/AAAAAAAAA0I/M0A_ia1lrJI/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312793707527072258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVuoYU6gI/AAAAAAAAA0I/M0A_ia1lrJI/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrXWRqkT0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/CEG6EAvFHfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like his Napoleon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dynamite&lt;/span&gt; boots!  At least I didn't tuck his pant legs in!  He really wanted to wear them......and of course, mom gave in!&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/6458367958951886607-8185624984435936315?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/8185624984435936315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=8185624984435936315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8185624984435936315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8185624984435936315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/03/backyard-adventure.html' title='Backyard Adventure!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SbrVufKrCXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/CgJ8vcASeCY/s72-c/IMG_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-69105265110058069</id><published>2009-02-25T14:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:37:14.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Month Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a quick update.  This month Jordan had his 18 month check up....luckily at the appointment there were no shots!  The doctor said that he looks good &amp;amp; healthy, but of course is still a little concerned with Jordan being on the small side.  Jordan weighs 19.4 pounds (he is still below the growth curve), head circumfrence 19 inches (65th percentile) and his height is 30.9 inches (10th percentile).  I'm glad that everything is good, and I am excited to see how he is doing at his next appointment (well, all but the shot part!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-69105265110058069?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/69105265110058069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=69105265110058069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/69105265110058069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/69105265110058069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-month-appointment.html' title='18 Month Appointment'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7412267543907016513</id><published>2009-02-11T13:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:41:42.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your help!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the pics have been narrowed down to these 5. I have to submit the pic tomorrow, so I need your help figuring out which one to use. Since he is my little guy, every pic is dang cute, so every opinion will help! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM24UuhMNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fKXMf8RYki4/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641527609602258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM24UuhMNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fKXMf8RYki4/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM25PjEJ0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/l5LyjDxFRLw/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641543399253826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM25PjEJ0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/l5LyjDxFRLw/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM24iRwGtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/FFffG7Havcg/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641531247041234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM24iRwGtI/AAAAAAAAAyc/FFffG7Havcg/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM243yvAcI/AAAAAAAAAyk/b3ZussEXC3I/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641537022525890" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM243yvAcI/AAAAAAAAAyk/b3ZussEXC3I/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM24wuIN1I/AAAAAAAAAys/5pSZw091cI8/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641535124158290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM24wuIN1I/AAAAAAAAAys/5pSZw091cI8/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&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/6458367958951886607-7412267543907016513?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7412267543907016513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7412267543907016513&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7412267543907016513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7412267543907016513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help!!!!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SZM24UuhMNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fKXMf8RYki4/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-6598062569737689443</id><published>2009-01-21T16:30:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:36:19.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture obsessed!...I need your help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Anyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE taking pictures of Jordan. If you are a usual blog stocker of mine, then you know that 99% of my entries are about Jordan and showing off pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now there is a contest for a beautiful baby on &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bventertainment.go.com/tv/buenavista/regisandkelly/index.html"&gt;Live with Regis and Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Once I submit the pic, you can check it out on their website. I think they will also open up voting for the finalists....if we get that far I will let you know:) There are some cute kids already on there...I don't envy the judges and the decision they are going to have to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to take/pick a picture by Feb 13th to submit. I have gone into picture mode the last few days (poor Jordan). I'm bound and determined to take/find the cutest picture of Jordan, submit it and win. That would have been so much easier a few months ago. Now Jordan will not sit still for me. It is almost impossible to get that perfect picture that captures his personality perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was trying to take his pic every so often he would get up and run away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0IJnkYII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_sx7_-AWwxI/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293897939111141506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0IJnkYII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_sx7_-AWwxI/s200/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where your help is needed! I need everyones input on what pic to use. I'm not sure if I should go with a staged photo, one of him being goofy, serious, etc. Below are a few pics I have taken the past few days....let me know what you think and what I should use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew4_PMEEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/qzQ8p8I6Zr8/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293894380091609154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew4_PMEEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/qzQ8p8I6Zr8/s200/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;#2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew365qs_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/aYamSnTt170/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293894361747731442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew365qs_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/aYamSnTt170/s200/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew5QQYfxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/x_7x-QYDpfU/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293894384660021010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew5QQYfxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/x_7x-QYDpfU/s200/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew5II-PLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jeFzgyOgSfE/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293894382481456306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXew5II-PLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jeFzgyOgSfE/s200/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some cute bloopers! Unless you think any of these would be great.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexlP74NoI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PwwZYZDaqe4/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293895140488263298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexlP74NoI/AAAAAAAAAvY/PwwZYZDaqe4/s200/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks like he is going to pounce and get me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexlW6v5VI/AAAAAAAAAvo/PutqotOQO2o/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293895142362572114" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexlW6v5VI/AAAAAAAAAvo/PutqotOQO2o/s200/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0I01avAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/f0_jR2hoivE/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293897950711954434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0I01avAI/AAAAAAAAAwg/f0_jR2hoivE/s200/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0HvC_H3I/AAAAAAAAAwA/unaiFtyrfV0/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293897931978383218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0HvC_H3I/AAAAAAAAAwA/unaiFtyrfV0/s200/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0H60Dm2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/aQKR_qwK-yw/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293897935136988002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0H60Dm2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/aQKR_qwK-yw/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexmB9ZftI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PmwrYcZo6FE/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293895153916411602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexmB9ZftI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PmwrYcZo6FE/s200/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexl93xrtI/AAAAAAAAAvw/gkDVUD-nDnE/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293895152819089106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexl93xrtI/AAAAAAAAAvw/gkDVUD-nDnE/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQOs0VXMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/eHVClHpgjM8/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813956476001474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQOs0VXMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/eHVClHpgjM8/s200/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQOAH5cbI/AAAAAAAAAxo/tJ6VpcauQGI/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813944478462386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQOAH5cbI/AAAAAAAAAxo/tJ6VpcauQGI/s200/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPikAKxvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/QouDyUY7Hn8/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813198195476210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPikAKxvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/QouDyUY7Hn8/s200/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPi-BrreI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6oMck-oyunI/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813205181148642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPi-BrreI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6oMck-oyunI/s200/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQN_AtZSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1XeUHICKi7k/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPjdVWC4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nUp6Vu_Fo1o/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813213585116034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPjdVWC4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nUp6Vu_Fo1o/s200/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQN_AtZSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1XeUHICKi7k/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813944179877154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQN_AtZSI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1XeUHICKi7k/s200/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQO13961I/AAAAAAAAAx4/yc1uuPKeZCU/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813958907161426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQO13961I/AAAAAAAAAx4/yc1uuPKeZCU/s200/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0Ibctu9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/9LztqtPvtwM/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293897943897455570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0Ibctu9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/9LztqtPvtwM/s200/IMG_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIQO13961I/AAAAAAAAAx4/yc1uuPKeZCU/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPh3yr3TI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nW9kIi1hikA/s1600-h/IMG_0091+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813186327764274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPh3yr3TI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nW9kIi1hikA/s200/IMG_0091+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPhh5f3cI/AAAAAAAAAww/WkhM7PMqimA/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296813180450758082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SYIPhh5f3cI/AAAAAAAAAww/WkhM7PMqimA/s200/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So please...I need your help.  I need to know if one of these pics will work, or if I need to keep trying :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was nice, come nap time he was out! I guess taking pics is tough work for a little guy:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexlfPlJGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/qUB6_Z7eu0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293895144597431394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXexlfPlJGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/qUB6_Z7eu0Q/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/6458367958951886607-6598062569737689443?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/6598062569737689443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=6598062569737689443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6598062569737689443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6598062569737689443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-obsessedi-need-your-help.html' title='Picture obsessed!...I need your help!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXe0IJnkYII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_sx7_-AWwxI/s72-c/IMG_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-4553697764364655091</id><published>2009-01-21T16:01:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:16:55.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few nights....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The last few days have been fun. We haven't gone anywhere, we have just stayed home and enjoyed family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two nights ago Oliver had to have a bath, and Jordan thought it was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXeqP6iPU6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/DtU8RF1NQwc/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293887077384934306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXeqP6iPU6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/DtU8RF1NQwc/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Glen and Jordan trying to coax Oliver in for his bath...Oliver is no dumby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXeqQOHt-fI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pltqjpQLgyY/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293887082642405874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXeqQOHt-fI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pltqjpQLgyY/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan wanted to get in with him:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night we made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Ever since Christmas time, when I was baking quite a bit, and I let Jordan see how the mixer worked, I can't use it without him. Hopefully this willingness to help will continue on for years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXerk3sJgBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XmxV_NCagiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293888536910069778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXerk3sJgBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XmxV_NCagiQ/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan helping me poor in the mix.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXerlDKBMNI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/KccvLp5xqrU/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293888539988144338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXerlDKBMNI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/KccvLp5xqrU/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXerlsOOqQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/uOPJaqxvqsM/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293888551011657986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXerlsOOqQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/uOPJaqxvqsM/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampling the mix.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXermErnZrI/AAAAAAAAAug/oDKRVVYsquw/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293888557577365170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXermErnZrI/AAAAAAAAAug/oDKRVVYsquw/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and helping with clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, just one other cute pic. This morning we had our usual routine. Get up, watch cartoons, drink juice and eat cereal. Well, I went in to get some cereal, when I came back in the room Jordan had decided that he wanted to sit on the arm of the couch...funny kid.  I guess cartoons are better when you have a cool place to sit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXermeRXzgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ZC1CslVueU4/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293888564446612994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXermeRXzgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ZC1CslVueU4/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-4553697764364655091?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/4553697764364655091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=4553697764364655091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/4553697764364655091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/4553697764364655091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-few-nights.html' title='The last few nights....'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SXeqP6iPU6I/AAAAAAAAAt4/DtU8RF1NQwc/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-6553849825012503819</id><published>2009-01-14T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:11:14.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family outings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lights at Temple Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wSpOcYlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EXP0rMack3c/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938234092413522" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wSpOcYlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EXP0rMack3c/s200/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last few years we have missed going to Temple Square to see the lights. This year we made the effort to see them. It was really nice. We originally planned on going with my family. My parents had forgotten that they had a work party, so we picked up my brother's and my sister and still went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uu4d1oFI/AAAAAAAAAsI/NiVGGHDQFcI/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936520196595794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uu4d1oFI/AAAAAAAAAsI/NiVGGHDQFcI/s200/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First we started out at Randy &amp;amp; Megan's place for dinner!  Then we headed downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wR5IS43I/AAAAAAAAAsg/m9yYrklylfs/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938221181723506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wR5IS43I/AAAAAAAAAsg/m9yYrklylfs/s200/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan's all bundled up and ready to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xd2V7CVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/zi5xPQdCdas/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939526103632210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xd2V7CVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/zi5xPQdCdas/s200/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wSCurSPI/AAAAAAAAAso/ivoU2oD_MPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938223758625010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wSCurSPI/AAAAAAAAAso/ivoU2oD_MPQ/s200/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our cute little family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uvFvCNNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-QMLHKGUx1s/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936523758384338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uvFvCNNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-QMLHKGUx1s/s200/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's &amp;amp; Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wScvIq9I/AAAAAAAAAsw/AnphXczx8LY/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938230739872722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wScvIq9I/AAAAAAAAAsw/AnphXczx8LY/s200/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Madison &amp;amp; Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xebS0AkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XGcyEan5fJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939536022700610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xebS0AkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XGcyEan5fJ0/s200/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wS6zBwcI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Mlj03WaHCJo/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290938238809260482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wS6zBwcI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Mlj03WaHCJo/s200/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lights were beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uueqiqII/AAAAAAAAAr4/4bBRySNwnTk/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936513270556802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uueqiqII/AAAAAAAAAr4/4bBRySNwnTk/s200/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan walking with Auntie M and Wyatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uvauhnRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qza8X1-WvX4/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936529393392914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uvauhnRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/qza8X1-WvX4/s200/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan wanted to push his own stroller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uuhH4bQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/IldbnejQPUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936513930489090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0uuhH4bQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/IldbnejQPUQ/s200/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xdlmZh8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YBEcStNlgDw/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939521609336770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xdlmZh8I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YBEcStNlgDw/s200/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan pointing at all of the beautiful lights and then looking at the water with Auntie M!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xdU_EBDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5Uc3uRdiivk/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290939517149381682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0xdU_EBDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5Uc3uRdiivk/s200/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would have been a perfect evening, except Jordan was so tired and grouchy. As you can see in the picture, Glen was giving me the evil eye...aka, we better go NOW look!  We got a later start than we had wanted, so we got there at his bedtime. Plus, put his tiredness together with his stubbornness to do everything himself....just say there were a few trying times throughout the night. Overall it was fun.....next time we will have to go a little earlier:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festival of Trees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qEVI5WoI/AAAAAAAAArY/T88R-O4Xnso/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931391112501890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qEVI5WoI/AAAAAAAAArY/T88R-O4Xnso/s200/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we like to go to the Festival of Trees. Usually we go on the last night, that way we get to see the Salt Lake Scott's (I have a thing with bagpipes!). This year with our hectic schedules we had to go the first night, which seemed much busier than the last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qEo5ZS_I/AAAAAAAAArg/TKfuJbx5GwM/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931396416195570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qEo5ZS_I/AAAAAAAAArg/TKfuJbx5GwM/s200/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with Randy and Megan. We had a great time. The trees and gingerbread houses were amazing. Plus not to mention the reasoning behind the festival of trees....which I can't manage to walk through without getting teary-eyed at least a dozen times! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here were some of our favorites.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0y8hl08LI/AAAAAAAAAto/LbJUKjFndqU/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290941152620769458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0y8hl08LI/AAAAAAAAAto/LbJUKjFndqU/s200/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've tried making a gingerbread house before, ya, it didn't look anything like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0piYs7YvI/AAAAAAAAArA/tx5xWTa3K-M/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290930807953384178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0piYs7YvI/AAAAAAAAArA/tx5xWTa3K-M/s200/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I use to love to play Candy Land! I thought it was awesome! It makes me want to track down our old game and play again....your never too old for Candy Land!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0ph0CcIuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SW1ZVDHxFp8/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290930798111498978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0ph0CcIuI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SW1ZVDHxFp8/s200/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0phHMCY2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nxtO1JSNIyc/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290930786072159074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0phHMCY2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nxtO1JSNIyc/s200/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Japanese tree and Golf Club tree...very neat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0phgAKZ-I/AAAAAAAAAqw/_Kzepf5IEKc/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290930792733239266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0phgAKZ-I/AAAAAAAAAqw/_Kzepf5IEKc/s200/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course I have to throw in a picture of the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; Tree! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qEFtWzuI/AAAAAAAAArQ/w4Pnfn2Mq-8/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931386970459874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qEFtWzuI/AAAAAAAAArQ/w4Pnfn2Mq-8/s200/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qE8Ii48I/AAAAAAAAAro/XjUF8mo8THo/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931401580012482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qE8Ii48I/AAAAAAAAAro/XjUF8mo8THo/s200/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qFODqAaI/AAAAAAAAArw/6ocbxeXgjgw/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931406391345570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0qFODqAaI/AAAAAAAAArw/6ocbxeXgjgw/s200/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, we got a later start that we had wanted, so Jordan was tired and grouchy. I think the moral of the two stories is.....don't run late and to get to places earlier, that way we aren't running into Jordan's bed time and then everyone will be happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The two nights were great and I can't wait for next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-6553849825012503819?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/6553849825012503819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=6553849825012503819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6553849825012503819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6553849825012503819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-outings.html' title='Family outings'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0wSpOcYlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EXP0rMack3c/s72-c/IMG_0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7308636161287829905</id><published>2009-01-12T10:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:34:39.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Christmas lights smell like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jBHve_OI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5s-UerZohvI/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290923639395253474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jBHve_OI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5s-UerZohvI/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; This year when we put up the Christmas decorations we had so much fun. Jordan loved all of the colors and lights. Christmas time and decor is my favorite time of the year and having a little one made it more wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jAp8IHsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tz-6v_eVgvI/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290923631395217090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jAp8IHsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tz-6v_eVgvI/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to move the furniture to Jordan was like a big, fun, optical course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jAztaTpI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/oakwr3c1Qws/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290923634017848978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jAztaTpI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/oakwr3c1Qws/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan even tried to climb in with the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we turned on the tree lights, Jordan couldn't believe his eyes! They were beautiful! Before we knew it, Jordan was smelling the lights! I guess they looked like they might smell good. I know he enjoys smelling flowers, but now I can add lights to the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jBZ0uSKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/OW3HDtgeZiM/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290923644249065634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jBZ0uSKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/OW3HDtgeZiM/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterwards Jordan and Dad danced to Christmas music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jANvgp0I/AAAAAAAAAqA/zryLXmzdDSo/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290923623826106178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jANvgp0I/AAAAAAAAAqA/zryLXmzdDSo/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out that the tree is quite useful...it became his binki holder:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7308636161287829905?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7308636161287829905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7308636161287829905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7308636161287829905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7308636161287829905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-christmas-lights-smell-like.html' title='What do Christmas lights smell like?'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0jBHve_OI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5s-UerZohvI/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3484889577100264279</id><published>2009-01-12T09:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:40:33.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination Movers....our new favorite show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; In the beginning we had &lt;em&gt;Baby Einstein&lt;/em&gt;, then &lt;em&gt;Barney&lt;/em&gt;, then &lt;em&gt;The Doodlebops&lt;/em&gt;. Now Jordan's favorite is &lt;em&gt;The Imagination Movers&lt;/em&gt;. He still enjoyes the other shows, and so does mom....so I can have a break from the same show over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0X4NwPbVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9-sGlZzvP40/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290911391762312530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0X4NwPbVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9-sGlZzvP40/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He will sit and watch so intently.....he even likes to kick back and relax while eating some snacks. Then when it comes time to the songs he will dance. His favorite is the ending song once they solve the idea emergency. He actually does the actions with them....it is so dang cute! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0X4U3neTI/AAAAAAAAAng/Io8P32o1lSs/s1600-h/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290911393672296754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0X4U3neTI/AAAAAAAAAng/Io8P32o1lSs/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will have to try to see if I can download him dancing from our video recorder, dang cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6458367958951886607-3484889577100264279?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3484889577100264279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3484889577100264279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3484889577100264279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3484889577100264279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/imagination-moversour-new-favorite-show.html' title='Imagination Movers....our new favorite show!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0X4NwPbVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9-sGlZzvP40/s72-c/IMG_0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5859375890323649657</id><published>2009-01-09T09:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:17:58.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>I don't know where Jordan gets it, but he just LOVES being outside. I enjoy being outside if the weather is just absolutely perfect. Warm enough I don't need a jacket, but not too warm so that I sweat. Plus, no wind. Jordan on the other hand loves it rain or shine. Looks like I am going to have to get use to going outside more often...I guess it wouldn't hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Originally I had debated about spending the money on getting Jordan so snow gear. I'm glad we did. He has gone out in the snow quite a few times already. Every morning he wakes up, he likes to look out the window. Usually he says "go, go", but now he says "side", meaning that he wants to go outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bReh2naI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gdTQC5ye40Y/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915124296981922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bReh2naI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gdTQC5ye40Y/s200/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the first time he went outside in the snow. At first he didn't know what to think about it...he just sat there frozen. Finally he decided it was fun to play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cCTb60GI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TuavnrU27i0/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915963132891234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cCTb60GI/AAAAAAAAAoo/TuavnrU27i0/s200/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had a great time laying down in the snow....brave boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bQst4UrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LzSb4bMaYvw/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915110925652658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bQst4UrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LzSb4bMaYvw/s200/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cCkVakcI/AAAAAAAAAow/aykxlJKHOiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915967669014978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cCkVakcI/AAAAAAAAAow/aykxlJKHOiQ/s200/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cDN3-xYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/unSn0yexK50/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915978819847554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cDN3-xYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/unSn0yexK50/s200/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was lucky he had his uncles and auntie M to play with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bRKA0T9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/eh1rz-R9K0k/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915118789709778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bRKA0T9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/eh1rz-R9K0k/s200/IMG_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He even helped Grandpa (Grandpa's little Steeler's buddy) clean off the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bRpUPEZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-skQKQ_4k_4/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915127192654226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bRpUPEZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-skQKQ_4k_4/s200/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When it was time to come in, the threw the biggest fit I have ever seen!  From the crying, to throwing himself on the ground so he could kick and scream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bR-l7I4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/2QpNjolT6Lg/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915132903990146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bR-l7I4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/2QpNjolT6Lg/s200/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After all of the crazyness, Jordan showed Grandpa and Uncle Tyler what he would like for Christmas, then he fell asleep next to Grandpa....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cCI9itGI/AAAAAAAAAog/JzzgY-zDBG8/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915960321127522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0cCI9itGI/AAAAAAAAAog/JzzgY-zDBG8/s200/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....I'm not sure how Grandpa managed it, I can never get him to snuggle up next to me and nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the day just wore him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dHXj9fLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0-p4gCI_0Hs/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917149651336370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dHXj9fLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0-p4gCI_0Hs/s200/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around Christmas time we had a huge storm that brought a foot of snow to us. Aaron was out shoveling the walks, so I decided to go out and help and let Jordan play. He loved it! He would sit, lay and try to pick up the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dnGnNgEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/g_ZKZkbzjUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917694857379906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dnGnNgEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/g_ZKZkbzjUQ/s200/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He thought it was the greatest to lay down in it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dH2BroBI/AAAAAAAAApg/L17d3LIN04Y/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917157829058578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dH2BroBI/AAAAAAAAApg/L17d3LIN04Y/s200/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dmhIudCI/AAAAAAAAApw/HfQGg_QVygA/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917684797404194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dmhIudCI/AAAAAAAAApw/HfQGg_QVygA/s200/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dHF1lTpI/AAAAAAAAApI/jHXUGvrEX1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917144893410962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dHF1lTpI/AAAAAAAAApI/jHXUGvrEX1Q/s200/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would make him little seats so he could rest....funny kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dG-b1OtI/AAAAAAAAApA/kGW02gIpqXY/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917142906354386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dG-b1OtI/AAAAAAAAApA/kGW02gIpqXY/s200/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dHF1lTpI/AAAAAAAAApI/jHXUGvrEX1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also wanted to help so dang bad.  He would get so frustrated when he couldn't pick up the shovel like Uncle Aaron and I were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dmU2LCmI/AAAAAAAAApo/35cQ5vShpN8/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917681498360418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dmU2LCmI/AAAAAAAAApo/35cQ5vShpN8/s200/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dHjFjk5I/AAAAAAAAApY/7SauKl15Rkg/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917152745034642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0dHjFjk5I/AAAAAAAAApY/7SauKl15Rkg/s200/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and Uncle Aaron!  Jordan even became part of the snow load being scooped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so sweet, whenever the snow would get in his face by accident, he would look at me for help. I would go and brush off his face and tell him he was good to go and play again. He'd smile and go play so more. That day we were out there an hour or so. We even went back outside that day once dad got home to play again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-5859375890323649657?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5859375890323649657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5859375890323649657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5859375890323649657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5859375890323649657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0bReh2naI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gdTQC5ye40Y/s72-c/IMG_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7225369890433652833</id><published>2009-01-09T09:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:19:27.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is fun, exciting and exhausting having such a little helper. He has to do it all himself now and help with everything. The other night I was cleaning out the pantry, and of course Jordan had to help. So he sat on my lap and I gave him a cleaning rag just like mine. When I leaned over to wipe the back part of the pantry I did a grunt noise. Of course Jordan noticed, so every time he would wipe, he would also grunt. Later that night he decided he would sweep the floor (he sweeps the floor several times a day), and I noticed that he would make noises as he swept as well. Heck, I didn't know that I sounded so old and grunted so much when I clean and reach for things. Hand it to my little guy to point it out to me:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0Y8AIUVLI/AAAAAAAAAno/dJHAegtdPFc/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290912556336305330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0Y8AIUVLI/AAAAAAAAAno/dJHAegtdPFc/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0Y8w0OimI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3GlI0spAvwI/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290912569405377122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0Y8w0OimI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3GlI0spAvwI/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jordan has also taken on the responsibility of feeding Oliver. He loves to sit on the floor and scoop out his food from the container to his bowl. I'm not quite sure what Oliver thinks about it, but Jordan sure does love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7225369890433652833?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7225369890433652833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7225369890433652833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7225369890433652833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7225369890433652833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-helper.html' title='Big helper'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SW0Y8AIUVLI/AAAAAAAAAno/dJHAegtdPFc/s72-c/IMG_0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-6944755467304205621</id><published>2009-01-08T17:41:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:31:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave in....to the Twilight craze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SWbJMmjA_UI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WmWS5kKhl98/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289136030736252226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SWbJMmjA_UI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WmWS5kKhl98/s200/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now I'm not only a Harry Potter fanatic, I am also a Twilighter! Originally I didn't want anything to do with it. Heck, my sister was reading them, friends, other family members, everyone...except me! Vampires were the least bit interesting to me...and I just wasn't going to give in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend the movie came out I was staying at my parents house. They had gotten opening night tickets. I really had no want to go, and when invited it was easy to say no and just stay at their place with Jordan until they got home. They all thought the movie was wonderful....I do have to admit I was getting a little bit interested since they liked it so much. But, I still wasn't going to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Uncle Rick called that night and offered us some FREE tickets to the Saturday showing. Since they were free I decided I would go. I went with my sister, Megan, Tyler &amp;amp; his girlie friend. It was actually really nice going into a movie not knowing anything about it. I had no clue about the story line (except there were vanpires) or who the actors were. I hadn't even watched any of the trailers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SWbJMmfz3VI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GC7xJY7eP1o/s1600-h/twilight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289136030722809170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SWbJMmfz3VI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GC7xJY7eP1o/s200/twilight2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when it all started. I am now a huge fan! I have since then seen the movie again (I dragged poor Glen to it...he is a sweetheart...and he actually liked it) and I have read all four books. I couldn't put them down! I read them all in two weeks! My poor hubby and little guy were neglected for that time. Now I can't wait for the next movie (Nov 20, 2009) and book (does anyone know when it is coming out?) to come out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-6944755467304205621?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/6944755467304205621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=6944755467304205621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6944755467304205621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6944755467304205621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-gave-into-twilight-craze.html' title='I gave in....to the Twilight craze!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SWbJMmjA_UI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WmWS5kKhl98/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-8653526715432039696</id><published>2008-12-02T14:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:50:58.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Hair cut......kind of!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, we finally decided to get Jordan's hair cut. Well, just the bangs. The poor kid most of the time couldn't see anything because his bangs were in his eyes. I couldn't get myself to cut the back yet. His curls are way too precious and I don't know what I would do without them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWojaQ3xLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fJbZ6MJFuKc/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307864833377458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWojaQ3xLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fJbZ6MJFuKc/s200/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had to do a photo shoot showcasing his beautiful hair before it was cut.  At the time, I wasn't sure on how short it was going to be cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWoj_P-PVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JPy0ktxW9wU/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307874761719122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWoj_P-PVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JPy0ktxW9wU/s200/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWokZc0EZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pkjn9WHDeYc/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307881794900370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWokZc0EZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pkjn9WHDeYc/s200/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan had a great time as I was taking pictures......he is such a ham.  He had fun washing his feet in the sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpei4XpPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VenPZGc9j-c/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275308880758809842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpei4XpPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VenPZGc9j-c/s200/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWokphHNbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TgiBa_FhP2I/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275307886107899314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWokphHNbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TgiBa_FhP2I/s200/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Glen's sisters hair stylist.  She did a great job with both mine and Jordan's hair.  He wouldn't sit in the chair by himself, so Glen also got to sit in the hot seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpe8oEhuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/QgvuTqZDxZM/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275308887669769954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpe8oEhuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/QgvuTqZDxZM/s200/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpfLhdZCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/paSv3nEgFcg/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first snip of hair!  Unfortuntly I didn't save any hair.  I talked to her about saving some, but there really wasn't enough cut to keep anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpfLhdZCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/paSv3nEgFcg/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275308891668571170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpfLhdZCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/paSv3nEgFcg/s200/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I decided on only triming the bangs and just cleaning up the back......just a little:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpfRY_xjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HtkrW3jXk9o/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275308893243688498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpfRY_xjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HtkrW3jXk9o/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At first he was dang mad, then he went into a transe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpf2Jm3mI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pM3vef-4yfI/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275308903111253602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWpf2Jm3mI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pM3vef-4yfI/s200/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally he was all done, and didn't know what to think!  At least he could see again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWqecgYKRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/iX_Cvt4Wtvg/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275309978559195410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWqecgYKRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/iX_Cvt4Wtvg/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After we got home I called my family to tell them about his hair cut.  Of course I had to tell them we chopped it all off!  My poor mom and all the times I've tried to trick her!  She couldn't believe that I had "cut it all off" and yelled to the kids and my dad in the background about what I had done.  I heard nothing but complaints through the phone.  Then my sister got on and chewed me out, then my brother Wyatt got on the phone and said the cutest thing.  He told me that he couldn't believe I had cut his curls, and that "his curls was his Jordan"!  I didn't have the heart to continue with the story so I told him the truth.  They were all very relieved!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-8653526715432039696?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/8653526715432039696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=8653526715432039696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8653526715432039696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8653526715432039696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/12/1st-hair-cutkind-of.html' title='1st Hair cut......kind of!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWojaQ3xLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fJbZ6MJFuKc/s72-c/IMG_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7181608925744959996</id><published>2008-12-02T13:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:21:28.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November in a nut shell.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; November was a fun and busy month! Here are a few of the highlights......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdvTYP8aI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mCgtrjkmagw/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275295974515798434" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdvTYP8aI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mCgtrjkmagw/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdvgXE7SI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ll38WqwE_aU/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275295978000543010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdvgXE7SI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ll38WqwE_aU/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan and his buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Renn&lt;/span&gt; being pushed around by Bridger and Sawyer in their box cars!  I had to keep Jordan's box around for weeks!  I was finally able to sneak it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdwet4BkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GeV1jTYEsGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275295994739164738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdwet4BkI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GeV1jTYEsGQ/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Jordan and his cousins again, sitting in the back of the Jeep!  It is so much fun and crazy to see Jordan turning into a little boy......he just loves being like the big kids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdw6HBI7I/AAAAAAAAAjw/U1sY-89qCwk/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275296002092377010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdw6HBI7I/AAAAAAAAAjw/U1sY-89qCwk/s200/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jordan, thanks to Grandma &amp;amp; Pa, Christmas came early!  My parents babysat for us one evening, when I went to pick him up, he had a new toy.  The original plan was to show him the toy, my parents were way excited, and then to put it away and forget about it until Christmas.  Well, as we left, he tried picking it up to bring home with us.  My parents couldn't say no!  He has loved it ever since.  That night he woke up out of a sound sleep and played with it from midnight until 2 am.  Thanks Glen for playing with him while I slept:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWegfONA7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/wGHZF-NQfMs/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275296819508478898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWegfONA7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/wGHZF-NQfMs/s200/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWeg6Bd-9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/6eVfuwafCh8/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275296826702822354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWeg6Bd-9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/6eVfuwafCh8/s200/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan has always loved music and dancing.  Uncle Aaron gave Jordan his old headphones!  He loves to walk around with them dancing.  Glen also likes to give him his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; to listen to.  He is so dang cute!  I keep telling Glen that hopefully he doesn't break it....or is that the plan to get a new one...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWehvt7mjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/LDaObjMg2to/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275296841116391986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWehvt7mjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/LDaObjMg2to/s200/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think this is fine, but others might not.  People will have to give me their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;input&lt;/span&gt; on this.  While at my parents Jordan decided he wanted to take care of Missie's baby.  He was so dang cute and sweet with them.  He loved that they both had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt;!  He would share his with the baby and visa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWehBV-KsI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/E6lGkAjvDMk/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275296828667865794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWehBV-KsI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/E6lGkAjvDMk/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave the baby kisses......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWehVPncFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/MMEVuhtXhV0/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275296834009919570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWehVPncFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/MMEVuhtXhV0/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and loves.  When we left he brought home one of Missie's baby's to take care of.  He takes good care of him.  He will rock him, give him loves and kisses.  I think that it is really sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWe8kYmIgI/AAAAAAAAAko/QbdLYS_xvhE/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWe8kYmIgI/AAAAAAAAAko/QbdLYS_xvhE/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275297301930582530" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWe8kYmIgI/AAAAAAAAAko/QbdLYS_xvhE/s200/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last, but not least, we have conquered the stairs......well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kindof&lt;/span&gt;!  As of now, we no longer put up our gate!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, I hated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; up, down and climbing over that dang thing!  Life is so much easier without the gate!  He does really good with them, besides when he tries to drag things up and down, then he has a problem.  If I could do it all over again, I would teach him stairs sooner.  I was always afraid of him with the stairs, so I would keep the gate up.  He learned how to walk before we started to practice the stairs.  So he decided he could walk down them like we did....and that didn't go over very well!  So a few tumbles, and hours of practice later, he is on his way to becoming a pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWe89fWS1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/aFoxXib9j7w/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275297308669791058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWe89fWS1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/aFoxXib9j7w/s200/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that it is neat to play on the landing between the set of stairs!  He also has learned a new word "light".  He loves looking at the stair light.  He will sit there and say "light, light" over and over.  He does take after his dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7181608925744959996?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7181608925744959996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7181608925744959996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7181608925744959996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7181608925744959996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/12/november-in-nut-shell.html' title='November in a nut shell.......'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWdvTYP8aI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mCgtrjkmagw/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-1682209611601344486</id><published>2008-11-19T22:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:59:30.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's Test Results</title><content type='html'>Last Friday we went to Primary Children's to have some tests done for Jordan. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; is concerned with his weight. The tests went better than I thought they would. He was more terrified and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrame&lt;/span&gt; the loudest as they hooked him up for the sweat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chloride&lt;/span&gt; test, then the actual blood taking! Overall he did such a great job and was so brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the results, everything is fine!!!!!!!!!!!! Deep down we knew that everything would work out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I just needed peace of mind:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just goes out to everyone up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Primary's&lt;/span&gt;. I think the worst part for us was seeing all of the sick kids up there. I'm glad that we were blessed with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; little boy......we couldn't ask for anything more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-1682209611601344486?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/1682209611601344486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=1682209611601344486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1682209611601344486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1682209611601344486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/11/jordans-test-results.html' title='Jordan&apos;s Test Results'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-419884907505361274</id><published>2008-11-07T21:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:00:16.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Month Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was Jordan's 15 month appointment. Poor little guy was so excited to "go, go, go" when we left the house. This appointment was probably the worst when it came down to the shots. Usually he cries and doesn't like it (who could blame him), but this time it seemed worse. Poor little guy. It is so hard to watch them get their shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that the appointment went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. He is 18.2 pounds (looks like it will still be a while before he gets to face forward in the car!) and 30.1 inches tall. As far as the weight goes he is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;underneath&lt;/span&gt; the growth chart and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;height&lt;/span&gt; he is in the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile. So he is just a little guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The doctor does want us to go up to Primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; and have some tests done to make sure everything is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with him since he is so small. Glen and I feel good that nothing is wrong. We are still going to check into the tests just to have peace of mind. My mom keeps reminding me how small I was as a child and that her side of the family is also small. So hopefully all will go well when we get his tests done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-419884907505361274?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/419884907505361274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=419884907505361274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/419884907505361274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/419884907505361274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-month-appointment.html' title='15 Month Appointment'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-8762799444408191182</id><published>2008-11-06T00:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:24:25.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This year Halloween was so much fun!  I know that Glen and I looked forward to it this year probably more than we have for any other year.  We were so dang excited that Jordan would be able to walk around in his cute little ninja costume and trick or treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, I am so happy I had a picture taken of him in his costume before Halloween.  I had such a hard time getting a good picture of him in his costume!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQFfh1HI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wby3NYv7Eek/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265451510608811122" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQFfh1HI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wby3NYv7Eek/s200/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan and I started the day off by visiting Grandma and Grandpa at work!  Up above is a picture of Jordan's first trick or treat candy from Grandma.  It is mini M&amp;amp;M's...his favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQZKaf7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/-jko8FC0ZPI/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265451515888959410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQZKaf7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/-jko8FC0ZPI/s200/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we headed to my old work for some more trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treat'n&lt;/span&gt;!  I had a great time seeing everyone and showing off my little ninja!  Jordan had a great time eating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;!  I had to practically pry it out of his hands when it was time to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we went and visited Aunt Aubry &amp;amp; Catrina.  After that, we went and saw his uncles and auntie M.   And this was all before 1:00pm.....and the day still was far from being over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQszSyWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VJpfkpXYCn0/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265451521160694114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQszSyWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VJpfkpXYCn0/s200/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once we got home, we of course loaded up on more sugar!  We found out that Jordan loves mom's sugar cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQs7FmqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jsXhY8iB8bM/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265451521193384610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQs7FmqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jsXhY8iB8bM/s200/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKlJTuE9hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/oC0r9Zu5ArI/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265452493680473618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKlJTuE9hI/AAAAAAAAAjA/oC0r9Zu5ArI/s200/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan had a great time trick or treating.  He even held on to his pumpkin and sword the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKlIRMtPHI/AAAAAAAAAio/2aKZzCJdO4I/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265452475823766642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKlIRMtPHI/AAAAAAAAAio/2aKZzCJdO4I/s200/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first he was nervous to run up to the doors with all the other kids...but as the night progressed, he became braver and braver.  Towards the end of the night he would run right up to the door, not be shy about getting candy and would also yell something that sounded like "trick or treat" with all of the other kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKlI-yGZyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-aY4aLpHutg/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265452488060200738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKlI-yGZyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-aY4aLpHutg/s200/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had such a great time and so did Jordan!  I was sad when it was time to go in for the night.  Jordan still had a great time though handing out candy to everyone who came to our door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning, I woke up ready to go trick or treating again!  I can't wait for next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-8762799444408191182?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/8762799444408191182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=8762799444408191182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8762799444408191182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8762799444408191182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKkQFfh1HI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wby3NYv7Eek/s72-c/IMG_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3479735575426203287</id><published>2008-11-06T00:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:56:44.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got together with my family a few days before Halloween to carve the pumpkins we had found in the pumpkin patch! We had pizza and treats...it was a lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeXpjr4_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/_XkT3hBj0ao/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445043479241714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeXpjr4_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/_XkT3hBj0ao/s200/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeW05r6yI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FfeAf0LNOEc/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445029344439074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeW05r6yI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FfeAf0LNOEc/s200/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom was great.  She spent the entire time carving the tops of the pumpkins and once the gook from the inside was out, she'd clean them out in the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeYwoyTfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uuVAkhusHRI/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445062559550962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeYwoyTfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uuVAkhusHRI/s200/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I talked Glen into doing my dirty work......sweet hubby of mine cleaned out all of the innerds for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKgBqWNiZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/GQvU6NwvyYg/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446864757295506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKgBqWNiZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/GQvU6NwvyYg/s200/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time carving Jordan was more interested in exploring and eating tootsie rolls!  He did manage to find some interest in Zack's pumpkin though......it only lasted a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeZG2Bq-I/AAAAAAAAAg4/vXJiCyIoPUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445068520664034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeZG2Bq-I/AAAAAAAAAg4/vXJiCyIoPUQ/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is Jordan snooping and trying to steal my bag of flame'n hot cheetos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfjjrKQ3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/84SsEMgLvag/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446347570037618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfjjrKQ3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/84SsEMgLvag/s200/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did manage to sneak in some loves during Jordan's busy adventures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone was so creative and did a great job with their pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeYCBJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Dyob24wV5-0/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445050045299458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeYCBJ-wI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Dyob24wV5-0/s200/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfkBc0k_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/pNi-_HiCjVo/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446355562959858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfkBc0k_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/pNi-_HiCjVo/s200/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Randy and Megan's pumpkin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfljYsILI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xMLdhd2DUeE/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446381852303538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfljYsILI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xMLdhd2DUeE/s200/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tyler carved out "Halloween"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKflFqj5WI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MJcQr1QJiyI/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446373874197858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKflFqj5WI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MJcQr1QJiyI/s200/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zack did a variety of different shapes.....all freehanded of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfkl6GHyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/WJBR6ot84gY/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446365349420834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKfkl6GHyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/WJBR6ot84gY/s200/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wyatt made a swiss cheese pumpkin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKgAveX_JI/AAAAAAAAAho/LJx5aeGabuE/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446848953842834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKgAveX_JI/AAAAAAAAAho/LJx5aeGabuE/s200/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madison's pumpkin had fun shapes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKgBK6CWxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fylFX6lqxOc/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265446856317623058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKgBK6CWxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fylFX6lqxOc/s200/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of us and our masterpieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-3479735575426203287?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3479735575426203287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3479735575426203287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3479735575426203287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3479735575426203287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/11/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKeXpjr4_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/_XkT3hBj0ao/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5550063123782995825</id><published>2008-11-05T23:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:30:52.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been up to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a re-cap of what we have been up to the past few weeks.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trish and Terry's new home!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, Jordan has made me proud, with his love for cleaning!  While spending time at Trish and Terry's new home, Jordan always seems to make his way over to the cleaning supplies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV1-QBhtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/GWI2QNdUXtU/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265435668825343698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV1-QBhtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/GWI2QNdUXtU/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV2TZya8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DoiZK7HnsX4/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265435674503441346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV2TZya8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DoiZK7HnsX4/s200/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He also had a great time playing under the ladder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV1oF9h2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/PUP0EujXdPc/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265435662877558626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV1oF9h2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/PUP0EujXdPc/s200/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and playing with his cousins in their box huts!  I can't believe what a little boy he is becoming...he isn't my little baby anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKVAUeWs9I/AAAAAAAAAfw/F2KjWrAChAU/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265434747078095826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKVAUeWs9I/AAAAAAAAAfw/F2KjWrAChAU/s200/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV1V6cGTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kdyS_ZOf0TY/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265435657997392178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV1V6cGTI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kdyS_ZOf0TY/s200/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a pic of Renner, Grandma &amp;amp; Jordan watching movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_dUcIuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/JDuPCvoUrX4/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265434732272558818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_dUcIuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/JDuPCvoUrX4/s200/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_OZaxXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fBcHYcoVl7c/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265434728266909042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_OZaxXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fBcHYcoVl7c/s200/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys will be boys!  Jordan and Dad playing on Glen's works mini excavator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordan Loves music and to Dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan thinks Uncle Zack's headphones are so much fun to listen to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_38Q36I/AAAAAAAAAfo/V4aNrMp35SQ/s1600-h/IMG_0027+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265434739418914722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_38Q36I/AAAAAAAAAfo/V4aNrMp35SQ/s200/IMG_0027+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monkey See, Monkey Do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_hmjIcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/j1_a25ehrYA/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265434733422256578" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKU_hmjIcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/j1_a25ehrYA/s200/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glen and I laughed so hard when we saw Jordan pick up Glen's inhailer, put it up to his mouth, and take a big breath in.  It is amazing the little stuff that he picks up on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Goofy with Cousin Renn and of course, cleaning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While Trish and Terry have been packing, we've been watching Renn, which is great for Jordan.  It has been wonderful having some for Jordan to play with.  He is having a hard time sharing though.  Finally Renn stood up to him, and tried to shut Jordan in the cupboard.  Like any good mom, I grabbed the camera and took pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTsq_XG1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ewq4afol3cE/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265433310013102930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTsq_XG1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ewq4afol3cE/s200/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once in the cupboard, Jordan realized it was kind of fun sitting in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTsYHOQXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vPqWx1RGWY0/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265433304945803634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTsYHOQXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vPqWx1RGWY0/s200/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the fun of the cupboard, Jodan decided to do some Fall cleaning.  No wonder I can never find tissues when I need one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTsJywbDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6oC1zRSEnuU/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265433301101866034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTsJywbDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6oC1zRSEnuU/s200/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTrrFajrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/O4nzZ52zPLw/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265433292858625714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTrrFajrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/O4nzZ52zPLw/s200/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTrwRyDYI/AAAAAAAAAew/B-uTWsiktus/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265433294252674434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTrwRyDYI/AAAAAAAAAew/B-uTWsiktus/s200/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordan's first face painting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKTrrFajrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/O4nzZ52zPLw/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS0WislbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/F1DTCRo0Wxc/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265432342451492274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS0WislbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/F1DTCRo0Wxc/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS0lnDbgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hT_hZUXNCV0/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265432346496298498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS0lnDbgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hT_hZUXNCV0/s200/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan and I went with Aunti M to a work party for one of her friends moms.  At the party was face painting.  To be honest, I was nervous about Jordan sitting still while getting his face painted.  But he was absolutely wonderful. He even sat still while I had my face painted!  We got matching pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS1SqjbsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Kbl6opyJQfc/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265432358590574274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS1SqjbsI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Kbl6opyJQfc/s200/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan's pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS0-ozwHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4UBwZkzLSEw/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265432353214546034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKS0-ozwHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4UBwZkzLSEw/s200/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Cute!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKSVywgEII/AAAAAAAAAeA/hqMmzPlyphs/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265431817449640066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKSVywgEII/AAAAAAAAAeA/hqMmzPlyphs/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so I can't remember if I've posted this picture or not, and I'm too lazy to check.  It is so cute, I decided it wouldn't hurt to post it again.  Here is a pic of Jordan and Glen.  He is wearing his mittens for the first time.  He thought it was the greatest thing in the world to get all bundled up and go outside with dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-5550063123782995825?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5550063123782995825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5550063123782995825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5550063123782995825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5550063123782995825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up to.....'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SRKV1-QBhtI/AAAAAAAAAgI/GWI2QNdUXtU/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-6491919280630808339</id><published>2008-10-24T23:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:20:44.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year old pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2wxAOIdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/9yTDpxqjt9I/s1600-h/rod2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260968263626400210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2wxAOIdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/9yTDpxqjt9I/s320/rod2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we finally got Jordan's one year pictures done...and they turned out great!  Originally we went to Kiddie Kandids a week or so after his one year birthday (August).  Our first attempt didn't go over very well.  He was super tired and didn't work well with the photographer!  Attempt number 2 didn't go as well either.  We did get some ok pictures, but we were there for about 3 hours...and that is without looking at the pictures and ordering. By about that time, we decided we would come back another time to look and pick out the pictures we wanted!  We tried to go in and take a look at them, but once again waited an hour or so...so we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2XQDzirI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eplTeR5ZhoY/s1600-h/rod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260967825286335154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2XQDzirI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eplTeR5ZhoY/s320/rod1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As time went on, we never quite made it back in to pick the pictures we wanted.  Honestly, I really wasn't excited about them anyways.  They just didn't capture who Jordan is.  Luckily, Jordan had won a free package from Carma Gray, a photographer out here in Eagle Mountain, from winning second place in the Cute Baby Contest during Pony Express Days.  So we decided to take advantage of the free package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2WyHLzLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/L6mNf4LfBwc/s1600-h/rod102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260967817247444146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2WyHLzLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/L6mNf4LfBwc/s320/rod102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so glad that we did.  She did a wonderful job...and even in under an hour!  It was wonderful how she got on his level.  First she let him walk around and get comfortable with his surroundings.  Then she got down on the ground with him and played with him.  It was nice to see him smile and be captured how he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2WUhDMhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2Mh1O48vnTI/s1600-h/rod97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260967809302868498" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2WUhDMhI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2Mh1O48vnTI/s320/rod97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After having such a great experience with a local photographer, that is actually in the business for the love of photography, I am hooked.  I don't plan on going to a big photography chain again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2WJhweaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3-WuoSU2QKE/s1600-h/rod83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260967806353045922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2WJhweaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3-WuoSU2QKE/s320/rod83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a picture of Jordan and his frog....he sure does love his froggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2V5gDJnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TaLQp3v1lyw/s1600-h/rod108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260967802050913906" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2V5gDJnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TaLQp3v1lyw/s320/rod108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though his pictures weren't taken when he was twelve months, but rather closer to 14 months, it was well worth it.  She also took the cute picture of him in his ninja costume that is up above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-6491919280630808339?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/6491919280630808339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=6491919280630808339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6491919280630808339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6491919280630808339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-year-old-pictures.html' title='1 year old pictures'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQK2wxAOIdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/9yTDpxqjt9I/s72-c/rod2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-4524928805835692748</id><published>2008-10-24T22:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:53:52.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Oct 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we went to the pumpkin patch near my parents house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riverton&lt;/span&gt;. We decided it would be fun for Jordan to pick out a pumpkin! Plus my family needed to pick out pumpkins for themselves. It was a lot of fun and a great experience for Jordan...and another opportunity for me to take a million pictures! Everyone was a good sport as I took their picture by the tractor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcqhbQW1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/TgNXpusUbb4/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcqhbQW1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/TgNXpusUbb4/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260939569063287634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcqhbQW1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/TgNXpusUbb4/s200/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Glen &amp;amp; Jordan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcqxB3fSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9H4E9lrNdes/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260939573251767586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcqxB3fSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9H4E9lrNdes/s200/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glen &amp;amp; Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfDPu4PWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/32jkyIhghdw/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942192833740130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfDPu4PWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/32jkyIhghdw/s200/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom, me &amp;amp; Madison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcrWuu1KI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/25e4g_nNVos/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260939583372055714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcrWuu1KI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/25e4g_nNVos/s200/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKvyPVYJJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/q2uKRL6adkI/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260960592366675090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKvyPVYJJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/q2uKRL6adkI/s200/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfCwtQJLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mei4WgCk7i8/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942184505418930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfCwtQJLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mei4WgCk7i8/s200/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was also a very special day for Madison...it was her 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!  Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;babycakes&lt;/span&gt;.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd8QV-B0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/nLMKui5QLSY/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260940973226985282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd8QV-B0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/nLMKui5QLSY/s200/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first we tried putting Jordan in the wheel barrow...but he didn't like it very much.  He held onto Glen's finger the entire time (he was only in there for about 30 seconds!).  Jordan decided he was better off walking himself!  He enjoyed walking with Dad &amp;amp; Auntie M!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcr0853bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ji0uHm49mIU/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260939591484562866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcr0853bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Ji0uHm49mIU/s200/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While on our pumpkin patch adventure we discovered many things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd9loEBII/AAAAAAAAAcI/XOjnesDCqvs/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260940996119889026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd9loEBII/AAAAAAAAAcI/XOjnesDCqvs/s200/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan loves to play with sticks!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd9DF7dOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/X1EIFg-ieAA/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260940986849916130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd9DF7dOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/X1EIFg-ieAA/s200/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He showed Grandpa his many treasures he found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcrkOxJFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AwbDVpwN8iA/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260939586996085842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcrkOxJFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AwbDVpwN8iA/s200/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He also tried out some of the pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd8uYkoxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WFzedNiaOBM/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260940981290967826" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd8uYkoxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WFzedNiaOBM/s200/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally he found the "one"!  It was a perfect match for him!  Just the right size for him to sit on by himself and take a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd82hircI/AAAAAAAAAb4/rFkapBkeAyI/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260940983476071874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKd82hircI/AAAAAAAAAb4/rFkapBkeAyI/s200/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was so cute with his pumpkin that Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa had to get it for him.  His pumpkin has become a piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; in our living room.  On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; he will sit on his pumpkin, and his new thing is trying to pick it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfDkldqrI/AAAAAAAAAco/ApowIBubQE0/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942198431394482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfDkldqrI/AAAAAAAAAco/ApowIBubQE0/s200/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It also makes for a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt; holder!  I love that my kid is so creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfDbrnHbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pshHmIpmoZg/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfD2hvsrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/j1vZTPIcGSM/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942203247637170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfD2hvsrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/j1vZTPIcGSM/s200/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is Jordan loving his pumpkin.  You can barely see it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;underneath&lt;/span&gt; his frog &amp;amp; blanket!  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfauCpcpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/otGG-f2AW9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942596106711698" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKfauCpcpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/otGG-f2AW9Y/s200/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knew a little boy could love his pumpkin so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-4524928805835692748?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/4524928805835692748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=4524928805835692748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/4524928805835692748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/4524928805835692748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKcqhbQW1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/TgNXpusUbb4/s72-c/IMG_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-9005454505197400996</id><published>2008-10-24T21:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:06:33.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boxes are amazing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently Jordan has discovered a wonderful new toy......a big box!  While working at Trish &amp;amp; Terry's home, the kids have had a great time playing with the big appliance boxes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKShBkJ4uI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9pNq6Qk3YcA/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928410775577314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKShBkJ4uI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9pNq6Qk3YcA/s200/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Renner, Bridger, Sawyer &amp;amp; Jordan being goofy in the box.  It's like a clown car...they just keep coming out:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKTPQcU6lI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kc0aUHSEKV8/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260929205043259986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKTPQcU6lI/AAAAAAAAAaw/kc0aUHSEKV8/s200/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKTPAY6UlI/AAAAAAAAAao/Hgp9VUyszPE/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260929200733966930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKTPAY6UlI/AAAAAAAAAao/Hgp9VUyszPE/s200/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Traffic Jam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKTPhPvxFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LAKci2bYTXw/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRYSAZvNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eL617IPq50Q/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260927161058573522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRYSAZvNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eL617IPq50Q/s200/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan &amp;amp; Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKTPhPvxFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LAKci2bYTXw/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260929209553896530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKTPhPvxFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LAKci2bYTXw/s200/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRYSAZvNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eL617IPq50Q/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bridger trying to put up "walls" as the little babyzilla's keep knocking them down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRXRO-XcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/00vhMu_yCBU/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260927143671389634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRXRO-XcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/00vhMu_yCBU/s200/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan &amp;amp; Uncle Aaron hiding out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRYMDvaHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/u2C8jzV8Qds/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260927159461963890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRYMDvaHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/u2C8jzV8Qds/s200/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKShc39VhI/AAAAAAAAAag/z8qPgAo15gE/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928418106398226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKShc39VhI/AAAAAAAAAag/z8qPgAo15gE/s200/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRXRO-XcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/00vhMu_yCBU/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secret hide out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRX4hPAcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BBSrgh8ziQE/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260927154216960450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRX4hPAcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BBSrgh8ziQE/s200/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sawyer even found time to read in the box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides playing in the awesome boxes, Jordan enjoyed being a big helper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRX4hPAcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BBSrgh8ziQE/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKShLgNSrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/T06RG0Dc9RQ/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928413443377842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKShLgNSrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/T06RG0Dc9RQ/s200/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan helping Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKSgm72fJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_i8iwrshhuA/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928403627211922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKSgm72fJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_i8iwrshhuA/s200/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan helping Aunt Trisha clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKSgRIxekI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gyBppnb6tDE/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928397775829570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKSgRIxekI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gyBppnb6tDE/s200/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan helping Uncle Aaron with the power tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRXpr8R7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/hdB4RaCDQ2s/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260927150235338674" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKRXpr8R7I/AAAAAAAAAZg/hdB4RaCDQ2s/s200/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Between all of the helping, Jordan even found time to do some snooping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is amazing how some of the greatest toys and novalties of life, are usually just every day household items!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-9005454505197400996?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/9005454505197400996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=9005454505197400996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/9005454505197400996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/9005454505197400996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-boxes-are-amazing.html' title='Big Boxes are amazing!!!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKShBkJ4uI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9pNq6Qk3YcA/s72-c/IMG_0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7756919683204379161</id><published>2008-10-24T20:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:19:57.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin carving with the cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been a few years since we've carved pumpkins. So we decided to have a little pumpkin party (B.Y.O.P.)! It was a lot of fun. Glen's parents, Nate, Aaron, Trish &amp;amp; Terry and their kids, Bridger, Sawyer &amp;amp; Ren came over for dinner and some carving! This was Jordan's first time with pumpkins! He was such a big helper and enjoyed doing what the big kids were doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDyVKrGQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rThLxRFr2wc/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912215420770562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDyVKrGQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rThLxRFr2wc/s200/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDx-en8VI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nwuS2mdZCYE/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912209330434386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDx-en8VI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nwuS2mdZCYE/s200/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He didn't even mind touching the slimey insides!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMi3v5MRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/o4JJDBE-kRA/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260921845430432018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMi3v5MRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/o4JJDBE-kRA/s200/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bridger and Sawyer had a great time designing &amp;amp; carving their own pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They then showed off their artwork with their scary Halloween faces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMj4MuAKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XJFKT9JExQI/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260921862731202722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMj4MuAKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XJFKT9JExQI/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMj4MuAKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XJFKT9JExQI/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan and Glen were proud of their masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDzh1YO1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/oFxsHMQaGKA/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912236000983890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDzh1YO1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/oFxsHMQaGKA/s200/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDzFpg7MI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Xbsv4EhuQXU/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912228435029186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDzFpg7MI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Xbsv4EhuQXU/s200/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the fun was all done, Jordan brushed his teeth and went to bed. It was quite the exhausting night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMjXcrxpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/vGql4C3FikY/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260921853939795602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMjXcrxpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/vGql4C3FikY/s200/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention he just had to use Dad's toothbrush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMjgW8rrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/BDjUOR8GgpI/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260921856331656882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKMjgW8rrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/BDjUOR8GgpI/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7756919683204379161?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7756919683204379161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7756919683204379161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7756919683204379161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7756919683204379161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carving-with-cousins.html' title='Pumpkin carving with the cousins'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKDyVKrGQI/AAAAAAAAAYY/rThLxRFr2wc/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7074700097388483334</id><published>2008-10-24T14:28:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:22:30.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Trip......a few weeks ago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the past few weeks have been filled with a ton of fun and exciting adventures. Every week is such a great milestone when it comes to our family. Since it has been a while since my last family update (usually always bragging about Jordan), I thought I better get everyone updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260902995037053122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ7Zoj44MI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3OWHvuLy9hM/s200/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Several weeks ago, Jordan and I went to St George with my family. We went down to see "Big River" at the Tuacahan. The ride down went better than I thought it would go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwhCU9wyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/StFhiwhaONw/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260891027584959266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwhCU9wyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/StFhiwhaONw/s200/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwgwUzWFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/I1Yffw2DhEo/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260891022752438354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwgwUzWFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/I1Yffw2DhEo/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan had a great time watching Barney and playing with his flashcards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He also enjoyed his McDonalds happymeal a little too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwhTkzF5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/qKSNUsehuxM/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260891032214771602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwhTkzF5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/qKSNUsehuxM/s200/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While in St George, Jordan played in the playground at McDonalds for the first time, courtesy of his Uncle Wyatt &amp;amp; Auntie M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwh3r9JlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VlBB9OL6ViQ/s1600-h/1st+time+playing+in+mcdonalds+playground.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260891041908467282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJwh3r9JlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VlBB9OL6ViQ/s200/1st+time+playing+in+mcdonalds+playground.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before we went to St George, Jordan was walking a little wobbly and only about 60% of the time. After the trip he came back a new boy...he now walks everywhere he goes and only crawls for fun every once and a while! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also during the trip, we found out that Jordan loves to play video games and LOVES his sunglasses. He wore them everywhere..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6G_38bOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eZxq0A4AT5c/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260901575366044898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6G_38bOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eZxq0A4AT5c/s200/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...while playing two video games at once with his Uncle Tyler...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6F0aDY9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Q_isKzym9n0/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260901555108013010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6F0aDY9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Q_isKzym9n0/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6GHdhGaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HlUBGdrqeQg/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260901560222816674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6GHdhGaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HlUBGdrqeQg/s200/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;......in the pool with Auntie M, in the car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6FkkLoVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/VFFj3H89yG0/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260901550855528786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ6FkkLoVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/VFFj3H89yG0/s200/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and also while walking around in the condo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan also had such a great time with his Uncles and Auntie M. He really loves and admires them...and I think they love him quite a bit as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-kCSq_nI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZmVfVy0BUSY/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906472277737074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-kCSq_nI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZmVfVy0BUSY/s200/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan trying to take Auntie M's sucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-lTYG-GI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NBx_Nm8J7I0/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906494043813986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-lTYG-GI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NBx_Nm8J7I0/s200/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uncle Wyatt feeding him fruit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-kodGseI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pkenMit3XRg/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906482522042850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-kodGseI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pkenMit3XRg/s200/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking with Uncle Zack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-kWj6HBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MYBQi267lco/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906477718739986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-kWj6HBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MYBQi267lco/s200/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hang'n out with Uncle Tyler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-k8YgojI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_5c2sEeL7lQ/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260906487871480370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ-k8YgojI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_5c2sEeL7lQ/s200/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exploring with Uncle Wyatt &amp;amp; Zack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We also met a new friend, well not really a friend but more of an interest. We found a big spider on the pathway up to the pool! He had to be part of the trianchula family. We were all terrified of walking past it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKApRTzesI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TdFfPE9guY0/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260908761231620802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQKApRTzesI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TdFfPE9guY0/s200/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The spider was very tall and was the length of a pop can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trip was a lot of fun and everyone had a great time!  Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7074700097388483334?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7074700097388483334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7074700097388483334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7074700097388483334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7074700097388483334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/10/st-george-tripa-few-weeks-ago.html' title='St George Trip......a few weeks ago!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SQJ7Zoj44MI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3OWHvuLy9hM/s72-c/IMG_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3814201600604601265</id><published>2008-10-19T22:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:38:20.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag from Natalie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kellyandnatalie.blogspot.com/2008/10/husband-tag.html"&gt;Husband Tag!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you meet your husband? &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We met in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We officially started hanging out while working at Office max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. How long did you date before you got married? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3 1/2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you been married? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was 5 years in August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What does he do that surprises you? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Glen is very sweet &amp;amp; sensitive. He is wonderful at complimenting me &amp;amp; thanking me for basic, everyday stuff I do around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite feature of his? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love his curly hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is his best quality? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Compassion. He is an amazing father &amp;amp; husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does he have a nickname for you? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Usually just Britt or honey. We aren't too exciting when it comes to nicknames. On occassion he will call me sparky or bud (funny story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite food? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pizza and Dr Pepper!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is his favorite sport? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Glen doesn't watch sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When and where did you first kiss? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We where seniors in high school and we were watching a movie. Funny story...he claims I was as stiff as a board and didn't dare move:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watch movies, go out to dinner, play with Jordan, travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have any children? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jordan, he is 14 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does he have any hidden talents? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He is great at cooking...he gets all sorts of creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is he? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who said 'I love you first'? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am horrible...I can't remember. You can ask me a date, time, what we were wearing and everything else for anyother memorable moment, but I can't remember who said it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his favorite music? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He actually listens to a variety of music. Everything from Goldfinger &amp;amp; Rage Against the Machine to Michael Buble and love songs after dark on FM100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you admire most about him? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How caring and compassionate he is when it comes to Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is his favorite color? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will he read this? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hopefully;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you tag? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyone who would like to be tagged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-3814201600604601265?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3814201600604601265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3814201600604601265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3814201600604601265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3814201600604601265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/10/husband-tag-from-natalie.html' title='Husband Tag from Natalie'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7976162140325616429</id><published>2008-10-01T09:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:59:53.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SOOd_2aTMGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tvo9DHmhngg/s1600-h/tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252215310707273826" style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="215" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SOOd_2aTMGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tvo9DHmhngg/s400/tagged.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have been tagged and now I have to share 7 random and/or weird facts about myself........so here it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I don't have a thyroid. Back in highschool I had a goiter. I had problems breathing and swallowing. After trying to shrink it with medicine, I had to have it removed. Originally I was going to only have one removed (we have two), I had to have both taken out! Normally very small, mine was the size of golf balls! Therefore I have no thyroid and have to take thyroid medicine everyday for the rest of my life. The thyroid can affect my temp (i'm usually cold), the way I feel, makes me always feel tired, have a hard time losing weight, hard time getting pregnant, and a few other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I hate to have my feet touched and/or certain (mainly everything) touch my feet! I usually wear my cozy soft socks around because I can't stand the feel of certain carpet (including mine). I can't touch certain materials with my feet, like levi. I hate the feel of concrete with my bare feet. Plus they are extremely ticklish! I have recently conquered the pedicure though. I still giggle the entire time, and it is tricky for the people giving them since I have a hard time keeping them still. It is torture the entire time, but I love the way they feel and look afterwards. Beauty is pain, right? The only time anyone has ever been able to touch my feet without freaking out was during labor with Jordan:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. When I was little, I wanted to be a school teach. I wanted to teach math, history &amp;amp; cheerleading. I would sit and practice history and math outside of school (nights, weekends, and even summer!), even into highschool...I know, dork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Oh yah, not only do I have crazy untouchable feet, my hands also have issues! I am constantly putting on lotion. My hands hate to touch certain fabrics as well. They just cringe while doing certain loads of laundry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I LOVE to travel....those of you who know me well know this. I have been a few fun places and it has been wonderful. I have been to Scotland &amp;amp; Hawaii! Recently we visited Minnesota &amp;amp; Wisconsin. I would love to travel the world. I love to sit and price out vacations! After going to Scotland and Hawaii, I tried talking Glen into moving there. I would still love to move to either of those places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I would love to be an event planner! Anything from weddings to birthdays, and even vacations! That would be my dream job! Maybe one day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I can draw. I use to draw all the time in high school...even won a few awards. I'm not anything great like a few people I know (my brother Zack), but I'm not too bad. One day I would like to take classes and draw again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I'm supposed to tag 7 people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ziggashouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellyandnatalie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisandshelby007.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brianwilliamsfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chelseakruger.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessechristamarshallevans.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, Aubry and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gooberclan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. (I know, I tagged 8 people) And heck, if I didn't tag you, and you would like to, let me know:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7976162140325616429?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7976162140325616429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7976162140325616429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7976162140325616429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7976162140325616429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagim-it.html' title='Tag...I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SOOd_2aTMGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tvo9DHmhngg/s72-c/tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-1585324215590458674</id><published>2008-09-24T19:04:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:52:29.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Boy is Growing Up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so this is going to be a super long post with a ton of pictures! It has been a little bit since my last post, and a lot has happened. It seems like Jordan grows, learns, and surprises us everyday! This is such a fun age. On Sat, Sep 13th, Jordan started walking. He still will crawl half the time, but he is getting better and better with each day. I think ever since we went to the fair, and he got a taste of how cool it is to walk, he has been going non-stop since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmDagsFnI/AAAAAAAAALw/RcEO78AArLM/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249761261984159346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmDagsFnI/AAAAAAAAALw/RcEO78AArLM/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a picture of the first steps he took. He just started walking! He walked across the entire kitchen and front room that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmC-UmloI/AAAAAAAAALo/5MXYH4K91Bw/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249761254417274498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmC-UmloI/AAAAAAAAALo/5MXYH4K91Bw/s200/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that he can walk, he has become more and more daring. The other night we put his little blanky on top of his head (he couldn't see anything), and usually he pulls it off, but this time he didn't. He just took off walking anyways! Up above you can see him walking with a big red cup in his mouth. For some reason he has an obsession with cups, and putting things in his mouth while he crawls and now walks! He loves pushing &amp;amp; pulling his walker around, even if he can't see where he is going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNsbNnrZNOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2CeSrSd3juI/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249819711433684194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNsbNnrZNOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2CeSrSd3juI/s200/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNsbNepFRTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n_LqBFMNiuo/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249819709008069938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNsbNepFRTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n_LqBFMNiuo/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During last week, Jordan also learned how to blow kisses. He is so dang sweet when he does this! He is such a big ham...whenever we get done brushing his teeth, he likes to blow kisses to himself in the mirror! Not only does he like to blow kisses, he also LOVES to give loves! He especially loves to give hugs to his cousin Renner! Poor Ren gets a few hugs, rather he wants them or not, whenever Jordan see's him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmDq3zziI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4H05ny1izC0/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249761266376101410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmDq3zziI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4H05ny1izC0/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This hug was especially cute! Renner started caughing from some water he drank, and Jordan went rushing over to see if his buddy was ok....and of course give him some hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmD0F0F4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tIYHLGtyx14/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249761268850759554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmD0F0F4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tIYHLGtyx14/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week Jordan descovered that he likes Cheetos! Here's a cute picture of him sitting on Grandpa's lap eating Cheetos and wearing some glasses...he is such a cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrGI0-7dI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gwCiznZPHJk/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249766806335188434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrGI0-7dI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gwCiznZPHJk/s200/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrF6UO4RI/AAAAAAAAANI/8S1da6mWQaI/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249766802439725330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrF6UO4RI/AAAAAAAAANI/8S1da6mWQaI/s200/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we took Jordan to the park for his first time on Sunday, Sept 21st. He loved it. He was a little nervous to play on the toys and go down the slide, but with the help of dad he had a good time. The best was helping dad fly his helicopter. Jordan thought that it was the neatest thing ever to check out the helicopter and try to help control it! You can see him going "oooh" in the picture up above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrFh60GyI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z7cJ9tliysg/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249766795890662178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrFh60GyI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z7cJ9tliysg/s200/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we are almost done...just a two more events that happened this week! This was a busy week for new and exciting milestones and adventures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmEJRSAZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oiCiCXbPRAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249761274536001938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmEJRSAZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oiCiCXbPRAQ/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So a week ago Jordan was completely against shoes! He would throw them as far as he could so they would be no where near him. He also scrame bloody murder anytime he saw them. With major praise and excitement towards shoes (and putting them on him screaming or not) he now likes shoes...not quite to loving them, but he is on his way! Above is a picture of him wearing his Nike's for the first time! His Nike's was one of the first gifts he got while still in my belly once we found out he was going to be a little guy! Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Schiffman thought that he was going to wear them long ago, but with him being a tiny guy, it has paid off because now he gets to wear and use them for his first walking adventures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnCg7q_2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ic72ca8Yn14/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249762346039705442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnCg7q_2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ic72ca8Yn14/s200/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other day we played outside while waiting for dad to get home from work. This was the day of the Nike Adventures! Above is a picture of him looking down the street for dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnCVzFmDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D1oqC5vlLOw/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249762343050909746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnCVzFmDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D1oqC5vlLOw/s200/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnEZ641sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pJxWYYvRD-M/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249762378517108418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnEZ641sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pJxWYYvRD-M/s200/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While waiting we practiced going up and down the front steps. Ever since he started to walk, he thinks he can go up and down like a big boy on his feet without any help.......which is scary. All of a sudden he has no fear! We also found that it is super fun to crush leaves with our shoes! So we crushed leaves, gathered leaves, held leaves and even tried to eat the leaves...which we found out don't taste the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnD4UrjMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ndxsAbHZSUs/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249762369498483906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnD4UrjMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ndxsAbHZSUs/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnCVzFmDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D1oqC5vlLOw/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After playing with the leaves he found out that the world looks kind of neat upsidedown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnDS7nXwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LjlgVa01-I4/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249762359461240578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrnDS7nXwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LjlgVa01-I4/s200/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what kind of adventures you can have in Nike shoes! Once Dad got home, and we got cleaned up for bed, we had to do one more leaf adventure! I'm not sure where this kid gets it from, but he just LOVES the outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrFRgNa4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/nDZsBK1Ld28/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249766791484107650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrFRgNa4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/nDZsBK1Ld28/s200/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We kept his last special leaf he found to put in his scrapbook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last, but not least, is his watering adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrxebH_iI/AAAAAAAAANg/lb7ynsAj_wI/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249767550866685474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrxebH_iI/AAAAAAAAANg/lb7ynsAj_wI/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrGk2ZdpI/AAAAAAAAANY/i2L8rlw5P00/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249766813857314450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrGk2ZdpI/AAAAAAAAANY/i2L8rlw5P00/s200/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we went outside, again while waiting for Dad to get home from work, to water the flowers. When we first went out he really was fully dressed! But when I started watering the flowers, and by a big surprise, Jordan decided he wanted to play with the water. Normally him and cold water does not go well together, but today it was different. So we striped down so he could play and be a boy. I think that is one of my flaws...I have a tough time letting him get dirty and be a boy! He picked up the hose and tried watering the flowers like I was. He did a great job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrxbQBfyI/AAAAAAAAANo/nXEn28X7D3s/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249767550014816034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrxbQBfyI/AAAAAAAAANo/nXEn28X7D3s/s200/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once Dad got home, Jordan showed him how he was watering the flowers and also played in the water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrxup_yRI/AAAAAAAAANw/YrA9gEkvTq8/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249767555224029458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrxup_yRI/AAAAAAAAANw/YrA9gEkvTq8/s200/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan and Dad were also silly and tried to drink the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once all of the fun was done, and we had to go inside, Jordan was not happy. Another new trick Jordan has learned is how to throw tantrums...and I must admit, he is pretty dang good at them! He did not want to come in what so ever, and he sure let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrx2hjYcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/n8greWlP1q8/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249767557336097218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrrx2hjYcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/n8greWlP1q8/s200/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe all of this happened within the last week and a half! Every new milestone and adventure is very exciting and scary. My little boy is growing up so fast! I can't wait to see what the next few weeks will bring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-1585324215590458674?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/1585324215590458674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=1585324215590458674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1585324215590458674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1585324215590458674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-boy-is-growing-up.html' title='My Little Boy is Growing Up!!!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SNrmDagsFnI/AAAAAAAAALw/RcEO78AArLM/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3494356287132596342</id><published>2008-09-11T13:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:01:47.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I know this is my second post for the day, but a lot has happened the past few days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night we went to the fair. We had a great time....especially Jordan. He discovered that walking is great. Even though he can't walk by himself yet, he sure wanted to hold our hands and do all the walking himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl081mCAtI/AAAAAAAAALI/SEXFlDt5_eU/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244851829577220818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl081mCAtI/AAAAAAAAALI/SEXFlDt5_eU/s200/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan thought that the tigers were really neat! awe sat and watched them for a long time...he kept on saying "oooh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl061nfLBI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dylie9JfGJs/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244851795223587858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl061nfLBI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dylie9JfGJs/s200/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He also loved looking through all of the cutouts. Grandma kept saying what a ham he was for the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl09cvZJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eX1kAlGjg6g/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244851840085468418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl09cvZJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eX1kAlGjg6g/s200/IMG_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl0-LNcKEI/AAAAAAAAALY/VHvKWdemd98/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244851852559525954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl0-LNcKEI/AAAAAAAAALY/VHvKWdemd98/s200/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We also checked out the pic his uncle Zack drew of him! He took 4th place at the fair! His uncle Zack has also taken many 1st place &amp;amp; Princaple awards for his pictures in the past...including this one of Jordan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl06n-XSOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/B_kE3rRt7Hg/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244851791561443554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl06n-XSOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/B_kE3rRt7Hg/s200/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl4TUpYXCI/AAAAAAAAALg/5yLitIRubks/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244855514404772898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl4TUpYXCI/AAAAAAAAALg/5yLitIRubks/s200/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While at the fair, Jordan really thought all of the rides, bungee jumps &amp;amp; the big yellow slide were really neat.  I can't wait for next year until he is big enough to go on some rides and do more things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl4TUpYXCI/AAAAAAAAALg/5yLitIRubks/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-3494356287132596342?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3494356287132596342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3494356287132596342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3494356287132596342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3494356287132596342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/09/utah-state-fair.html' title='Utah State Fair'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMl081mCAtI/AAAAAAAAALI/SEXFlDt5_eU/s72-c/IMG_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-5834344498176508455</id><published>2008-09-11T13:16:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:36:47.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang'n at Grandma &amp; Pa's for the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvIyTYOvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UotQ2_Acwts/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244845437782342386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvIyTYOvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UotQ2_Acwts/s200/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;While Glen went camping with some of his buddies from high school, Jordan and I went and hung out at Grandma &amp;amp; Pa's for the weekend. We had a good time! While there we did lots of fun stuff like shopping, eating out, playing with his uncles and aunt, and he even got a new pair of shoes (which he hated to wear!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The first time we put his shoes on him he screamed &amp;amp; screamed. Once we took them off he was as happy as could be. He even sent them flying across the room so we couldn't put them back on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvKQJICAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qwy8i2HgwYs/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244845462972270594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvKQJICAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qwy8i2HgwYs/s200/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvJfJJHvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yb1mxjCyEsc/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvJ8fZTqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f1fxl2RiCmk/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244845457696968354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvJ8fZTqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f1fxl2RiCmk/s200/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvKQJICAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qwy8i2HgwYs/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvJ8fZTqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f1fxl2RiCmk/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvKQJICAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qwy8i2HgwYs/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvJrufxTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4kxO5X5Ezxs/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvKQJICAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qwy8i2HgwYs/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvJ8fZTqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f1fxl2RiCmk/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvJfJJHvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yb1mxjCyEsc/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvKQJICAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qwy8i2HgwYs/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvKQJICAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qwy8i2HgwYs/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Once Jordan figured out that shoes weren't too bad to have on when playing outside he was just a little ok wearing them! He had fun being able to play without scraping his little toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlyU8IQ_XI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7dz-p26pHHw/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848945113398642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlyU8IQ_XI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7dz-p26pHHw/s200/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlyUpfMO4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0liZZbqPTQk/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244848940109282178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlyUpfMO4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0liZZbqPTQk/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jordan also had such a great time on the swingset with Uncle Wyatt!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-5834344498176508455?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/5834344498176508455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=5834344498176508455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5834344498176508455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/5834344498176508455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/09/hangn-at-grandma-pas-for-weekend.html' title='Hang&apos;n at Grandma &amp; Pa&apos;s for the Weekend!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SMlvIyTYOvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UotQ2_Acwts/s72-c/IMG_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-3544074694722047348</id><published>2008-08-27T14:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:30:31.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HE DID IT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLW-bRV4hhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HkwdwNur5j0/s1600-h/IMG_0003+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239303117236373010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLW-bRV4hhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HkwdwNur5j0/s200/IMG_0003+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My little guy can stand up all by himself now. Tuesday (08/26/08) was his first time. We started the day out like any normal day (with our bed head and all) and decided we were going to clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC20McYpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RMy0CKQjPmE/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC20McYpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RMy0CKQjPmE/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC20McYpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RMy0CKQjPmE/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239307988495000210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC20McYpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RMy0CKQjPmE/s200/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC20McYpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RMy0CKQjPmE/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan thought it was great! His new favorite toy is the swifter (he is a boy after my own heart!) He thought it was great cleaning everything...including me! I turned to clean the blinds, when I was done I turned back around to find Jordan standing by himself in the middle of the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC3OdSS1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6JmDnxVf9xY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC3OdSS1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6JmDnxVf9xY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC3OdSS1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6JmDnxVf9xY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239307995544963922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC3OdSS1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6JmDnxVf9xY/s200/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC3OdSS1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6JmDnxVf9xY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXC3OdSS1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6JmDnxVf9xY/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that he (and I) got so excited everytime he would sit &amp;amp; then stand back up by himself! It was the most wonderful thing to see how his face would light up everytime he did it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXGepp3c2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/lSGDxf1XKfw/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239311971395269474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLXGepp3c2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/lSGDxf1XKfw/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later that night, Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa, Randy, his girlfriend Megan, Wyatt &amp;amp; Missy came over for dinner. He had a great time showing them his new trick!  He also started taking steps....for his 4th, 5th, 6th, etc  time (I know, I'm just shouting 1st time mom!).   Overall it was such a wonderful day &amp;amp; night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-3544074694722047348?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/3544074694722047348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=3544074694722047348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3544074694722047348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/3544074694722047348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-did-it.html' title='HE DID IT!!!!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLW-bRV4hhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HkwdwNur5j0/s72-c/IMG_0003+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-8896773822818075231</id><published>2008-08-25T08:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:25:20.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary Mini Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-SuYuQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/6XoJrGYHu8A/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238458545483957154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-SuYuQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/6XoJrGYHu8A/s200/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Over the weekend we went to Wolf Creek for a mini anniversary getaway.  We had a great time (the only way it would've been better, is if we were gone longer!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-PiZphvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TODstSKnBQw/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238458490727007986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-PiZphvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TODstSKnBQw/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glen's parents &amp;amp; Jordan went up with us the first night.  Jordan enjoyed eating Mac &amp;amp; Cheese with Grandma............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-P4-CVXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aNl-U4MFv8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238458496785208690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-P4-CVXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aNl-U4MFv8Y/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-PiZphvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TODstSKnBQw/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ordering delicious food with Grandpa.  He also enjoyed sharing fries with Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-O6V1ufI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zdT1oW2Ay5M/s1600-h/1st+time+using+a+crayon+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238458479973612018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-O6V1ufI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zdT1oW2Ay5M/s200/1st+time+using+a+crayon+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-PiZphvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TODstSKnBQw/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jordan also colored with crayons for the first time, and it was so much fun!  He also thought that the pretty colors tasted great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the first night Glen's parents took Jordan so we could have some peace &amp;amp; quiet!  It was nice, but hard, being that it was only the second time I have been the night without my little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course our life revolves around our little guy, but that is ok...we wouldn't have it any other way.  Overall it was a great little getaway!&lt;br /&gt;&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/6458367958951886607-8896773822818075231?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/8896773822818075231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=8896773822818075231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8896773822818075231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/8896773822818075231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-anniversary-mini-getaway.html' title='Our Anniversary Mini Getaway'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SLK-SuYuQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/6XoJrGYHu8A/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7947745733663115074</id><published>2008-08-20T09:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:53:15.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm married to my best friend &amp; Love of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw3Ycz9dwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3HhbjBu2jjY/s1600-h/wedding+glen+and+britt+on+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236621359915562754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw3Ycz9dwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3HhbjBu2jjY/s320/wedding+glen+and+britt+on+stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Anniversary Glen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five years ago today was one of the happiest days of my life. I married my best friend and love of my life!  Glen and I started dating back in High School 8 years ago! We started our friendship and love from working at Office Max together!  Our first date was sneaking into a movie with all of his friends....the good old days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw144yViAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_nysDkznuus/s1600-h/wedding+naughty+glen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619718157502466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw144yViAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_nysDkznuus/s320/wedding+naughty+glen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some wonderful memories with Glen from the past years.......from getting stuck several times in his Jimmy to a N'*Sync concert (love you honey!).  Some of the great highlights during our 5 years of marriage would be the traveling and the memories that we made (Scotland, Maui, Disneyland, Minnesota &amp;amp; Wisconsin), I couldn't think of anyone else to travel and see the world with besides my wonderful husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw1621C2fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GjPy_sn9VVo/s1600-h/wedding+kiss+on+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619751991728626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw1621C2fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GjPy_sn9VVo/s320/wedding+kiss+on+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also shared many laughs and tears together.  It has been so wonderful to have someone that I know I can always count on!  It is so great to have someone that I am happy to spend the rest of my life with!  I look forward to getting old and spending many more laughs and tears with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw15KuPsCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q9GxmAwsLbM/s1600-h/Picture+771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619722972180514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw15KuPsCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q9GxmAwsLbM/s320/Picture+771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the greatest accomplishment we have shared together would be Jordan.  We have brought an amazing and sweet son into this world.  I love watching Glen with him.  Before we had Jordan, I would watch Glen with his nieces and nephews, and I knew that he would be a wonderful father one day.  I was right!  It is so special to see Glen with Jordan and what a wonderful father he is......he has so much love, patients and compassion for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw157ImrEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZHs-HJXt_ig/s1600-h/Picture+773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619735967640642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw157ImrEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZHs-HJXt_ig/s320/Picture+773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glen and I work together very well.......he knows how to always make me laugh!  I am so blessed that I have someone who I can confide in and be myself with.  No matter what, I know that he never judges me and truely loves me for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw16ZktFAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GGC1OAbGA_I/s1600-h/wedding+crazy+with+bros+%26+sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619744138564610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw16ZktFAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GGC1OAbGA_I/s320/wedding+crazy+with+bros+%26+sis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw15KuPsCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Q9GxmAwsLbM/s1600-h/Picture+771.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am also lucky that Glen gets along so well with my family.  I know that he loves them and that is extremely important to me!  I also married into a wonderful family.  I am grateful for the love and friendship his family shows.  They have always been there for me and I can't thank them enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw24yDK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m_RLk7GRxLw/s1600-h/wedding+line+on+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620815860684178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw24yDK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m_RLk7GRxLw/s320/wedding+line+on+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw144yViAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_nysDkznuus/s1600-h/wedding+naughty+glen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glen, thanks so much for a wonderful 8 years together, and an Amazing 5 years of marriage.  I love you with all my heart, and can't wait for what's to come with the next 5 years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Always &amp;amp; Forever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw24yDK1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m_RLk7GRxLw/s1600-h/wedding+line+on+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw157ImrEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZHs-HJXt_ig/s1600-h/Picture+773.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw144yViAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_nysDkznuus/s1600-h/wedding+naughty+glen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw144yViAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_nysDkznuus/s1600-h/wedding+naughty+glen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/6458367958951886607-7947745733663115074?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7947745733663115074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7947745733663115074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7947745733663115074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7947745733663115074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-married-to-my-best-friend-love-of-my.html' title='I&apos;m married to my best friend &amp; Love of my life!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKw3Ycz9dwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3HhbjBu2jjY/s72-c/wedding+glen+and+britt+on+stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-6447251840961721175</id><published>2008-08-13T12:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:33:48.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little boy is 1</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I can't believe my baby is a year old!  Time really does fly.  Turning a year old for Jordan was quite the event!  He had a Splish Splashing birthday party the weekend before his birthday, a smaller party on his actual birthday, and then we went to the zoo the weekend after his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuo3PUh_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UczChWDq7gU/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078471492503538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuo3PUh_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UczChWDq7gU/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually Jordan loves getting in the pool...but he had a lot more fun watching everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMupYVUG6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9T3I1fmNOkY/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078480376011682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMupYVUG6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9T3I1fmNOkY/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone had fun swimming, sliding on the slip n slide, getting treasures from the fishing pond and eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuqViNYaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-aTZreKZMRU/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078496804659618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuqViNYaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-aTZreKZMRU/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jordan loved his frog cake...even though it took him a while to tear into it (and he even didn't really do that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuqF2_FqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RH9IdscolY4/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078492596836002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuqF2_FqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RH9IdscolY4/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Frog cake that I made with the help of Gina, my Mom &amp;amp; Missy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuplo6pLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HIhD0xNO22Q/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078483947889842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuplo6pLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HIhD0xNO22Q/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jordan found out that he LOVES chocolate (he's a boy after my own heart!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwKyxqvSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/X07QLFW2pHw/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080153921568034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwKyxqvSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/X07QLFW2pHw/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the fun of swimming, eating cake and chocolate...Jordan got all cleaned up to open presents and best of all to play with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwLf5mdVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TLnYJZGKFFk/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080166034437458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwLf5mdVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TLnYJZGKFFk/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-QYrXaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O5lO_UZ0kIo/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Jordan's actual birthday, he started the day off eating 3 chocoate grasshopper cookies...and they were delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwLmw0JXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mmZAjAv0elU/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080167876633970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwLmw0JXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mmZAjAv0elU/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Schiffman's for dinner, cake and presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwL_IGlyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eeuBPJo_SiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080174416762658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwL_IGlyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eeuBPJo_SiQ/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sure does love sweets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwMNoXTJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_W9YEKR-b9A/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234080178310171794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwMNoXTJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_W9YEKR-b9A/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After his messy cupcake, Jordan took a bath in Grandma's sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-kWqohI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yLrwDcDXz4c/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081043403416082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-kWqohI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yLrwDcDXz4c/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all of the festivities, Jordan posed for some Birthday pictures with his "Birthday Boy" pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-QYrXaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O5lO_UZ0kIo/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081038043143586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-QYrXaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O5lO_UZ0kIo/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMwMNoXTJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_W9YEKR-b9A/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-2oWxcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WnFrqW3QWwU/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan had a good time at the zoo.  He liked looking at the animals, but loved looking at the other kids more!  He also loved going on the train!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-2oWxcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WnFrqW3QWwU/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081048309450178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-2oWxcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WnFrqW3QWwU/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan comparing his had to a Gorilla's hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw_Ks8RtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hS1MLlUkV3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234081053697394386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw_Ks8RtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hS1MLlUkV3Y/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan loved pointing at everything...his favorite was the giraffs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMw-QYrXaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O5lO_UZ0kIo/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-6447251840961721175?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/6447251840961721175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=6447251840961721175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6447251840961721175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/6447251840961721175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-boy-is-1.html' title='My little boy is 1'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMuo3PUh_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/UczChWDq7gU/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-1563949037519026905</id><published>2008-08-13T11:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:45:08.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few months...</title><content type='html'>Now that we have this new blog, of course there isn't anything fun, new or exciting happening. So I am going to go back and share some of the fun things this Summer that has happened so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Our Minnesota/Wisconsin Family Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Durring the middle of June, we visited Glen's brother Jason, and his wife Darcie and their kids Elise &amp;amp; Anja in Minnesota. While there we visited Mall of America......wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234059088211526322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMdAm5AwrI/AAAAAAAAABk/hFT9zzujGLI/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234059101119850722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMdBW-mKOI/AAAAAAAAABs/EewBBJzRzm4/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Jordan, Glen, Darcie, Elise &amp;amp; Anja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Getting there was quite the experience...it was Jordan's first time on an airplane. He did ok, but it sure made for a long flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234060218234603186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMeCYjghrI/AAAAAAAAACE/cGngqkDc-KY/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" width="285" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Glen &amp;amp; Jordan...waiting to board the plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234060203811584514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMeBi0yugI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ub70v-ekVMo/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt; He enjoyed looking out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234060210971374626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMeB9f0dCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NJGTwWSUIhU/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And even watched Baby Einstein and ate puffs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a few days visiting Jason &amp;amp; Darcie we all went to Wisconsin Dells and met up with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Roden, Trish, Terry &amp;amp; their kids, Aaron, Nate, and Darcie's parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMht1MZ1hI/AAAAAAAAACc/_mLEW6UvcjE/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMjOZvIiRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0WiO3q6Pru4/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234065922268367122" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMjOZvIiRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0WiO3q6Pru4/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" width="571" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stayed in Glen's parents condos (the presidental suite!), went to waterparks, fished and went on a duck boat ride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMkDQg6yrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U04GmWNXStw/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234066830325893810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMkDQg6yrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U04GmWNXStw/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While we were there, we had three kids under the age of one! Renner, Anja &amp;amp; Jordan. They all had a ton of fun playing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMkDil2giI/AAAAAAAAADE/rGfabrVNEOE/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234066835178422818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMkDil2giI/AAAAAAAAADE/rGfabrVNEOE/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan on the duck boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMkDz8NBPI/AAAAAAAAADM/sVq24h5aFII/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234066839835575538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMkDz8NBPI/AAAAAAAAADM/sVq24h5aFII/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glen, his Dad, Jason &amp;amp; Terry standing proudly with the fish they caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Jordan &amp;amp; his IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During the month of July, Jordan had a tough time...it seemed that he was constantly sick. The poor little guy had to get an IV. It was the saddest day ever for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMmv5FHHYI/AAAAAAAAADU/6u3CYl7zokM/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234069796152614274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMmv5FHHYI/AAAAAAAAADU/6u3CYl7zokM/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inbetween Jordan getting sick during July, we managed to have a little bit of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo4hkLqQI/AAAAAAAAADc/4an_rohdlI0/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234072143482562818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo4hkLqQI/AAAAAAAAADc/4an_rohdlI0/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the 4th we watch fireworks at our place with family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo5T3xNLI/AAAAAAAAADk/W-yEAxBxfbo/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234072156986487986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo5T3xNLI/AAAAAAAAADk/W-yEAxBxfbo/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6uKXJDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PMquk35L_rY/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234072181223662642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6uKXJDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PMquk35L_rY/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan was of course a ham for the camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6Qkr1dI/AAAAAAAAADs/78J1lesnKPk/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234072173281007058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6Qkr1dI/AAAAAAAAADs/78J1lesnKPk/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6xZJMHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eTHKL0zdCsI/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234072182090969202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6xZJMHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eTHKL0zdCsI/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the 24th we went to St George with my parents, brothers, sister &amp;amp; Goodrich's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMhtuYiP4I/AAAAAAAAACU/pjZjP-QJh9c/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo4hkLqQI/AAAAAAAAADc/4an_rohdlI0/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6uKXJDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PMquk35L_rY/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMo6Qkr1dI/AAAAAAAAADs/78J1lesnKPk/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMhtuYiP4I/AAAAAAAAACU/pjZjP-QJh9c/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-1563949037519026905?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/1563949037519026905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=1563949037519026905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1563949037519026905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/1563949037519026905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-few-months.html' title='The last few months...'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/SKMdAm5AwrI/AAAAAAAAABk/hFT9zzujGLI/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6458367958951886607.post-7268435801397403363</id><published>2008-08-11T12:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:46:29.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So I have been wanting to set up a blog for a long time now! Finally, with the help of Glen watching Jordan;) we now have a blog! Hopefully everyone will be patient with me while I try to figure out how to work everything...I'm technically challenged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to be able to share fun facts, pictures and upcoming events with family and friends who are near and far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Plus, I love sharing picutes and bragging about my little guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6458367958951886607-7268435801397403363?l=rodenfamily03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/feeds/7268435801397403363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6458367958951886607&amp;postID=7268435801397403363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7268435801397403363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6458367958951886607/posts/default/7268435801397403363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodenfamily03.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-post.html' title='1st Post!'/><author><name>Roden Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842371920009515716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3H6j1QWrt0/STWuUNpLMFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ttc9ZBbFLtQ/S220/IMG_0105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
