<?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-1048512686386527848</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:58:11.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wilson's</title><subtitle type='html'>Dan.Heath.Ty.Gabe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6487767224196777264</id><published>2012-01-31T09:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:28:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>One thing that Ty looks forward to every night is reading "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huggle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buggle&lt;/span&gt; Bear" before he goes to bed. Dan and I take turns every night reading to him because its so much fun and neither of us want to miss out on it. Well, last night was my turn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqDv-pTmZsE/TygR7G-AIkI/AAAAAAAABLg/38TsDfroRqU/s1600/GEDC0160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqDv-pTmZsE/TygR7G-AIkI/AAAAAAAABLg/38TsDfroRqU/s400/GEDC0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703828635245355586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... but I didn't get a turn. Ty was crying so hard when I took him from his dad to read to him in his room. The second Dan walked in he stopped crying and ran to him. That was the bitter part for me, seeing that Ty wanted his dad to read to him, not me. I had to laugh at myself when I realized I was feeling hurt by a 19 month old. I know he wasn't trying to hurt my feelings, he is just growing up and is starting to have his own opinion of what or who he wants. The sweet part was peeking in the room and seeing how happy he was sitting in his dads lap listening to his favorite story. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; was a bitter/sweet moment for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6487767224196777264?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6487767224196777264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6487767224196777264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6487767224196777264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6487767224196777264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2012/01/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqDv-pTmZsE/TygR7G-AIkI/AAAAAAAABLg/38TsDfroRqU/s72-c/GEDC0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8078977472070892603</id><published>2012-01-01T22:08:00.028-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:47:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>A quick recap of 2011:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxljm7bamvY/TwHl3HnjGtI/AAAAAAAABLU/06fitugK2Hs/s1600/DSCN2770.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxljm7bamvY/TwHl3HnjGtI/AAAAAAAABLU/06fitugK2Hs/s400/DSCN2770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693084139073510098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year started off with some problems in my pregnancy and thinking we lost the baby. A miracle happened and we found out everything was ok. The next few months were a little crazy with dealing with pregnancy sickness and a 6 month old. But I tried to enjoy every second I could with Ty since I knew he wouldn't be the only child for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lIwF5QnGusM/TwHlri5LczI/AAAAAAAABLI/E3z9Btellms/s1600/DSCN2872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lIwF5QnGusM/TwHlri5LczI/AAAAAAAABLI/E3z9Btellms/s400/DSCN2872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693083940236784434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the only picture I got being pregnant that you can see my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ4pfBkqCZo/TwHlL72XhUI/AAAAAAAABK8/X4pFuH0V5Fk/s1600/DSCN2920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ4pfBkqCZo/TwHlL72XhUI/AAAAAAAABK8/X4pFuH0V5Fk/s400/DSCN2920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693083397180065090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In May Dan left for about a month to try the alarm selling thing. Ty and I had to stay back since I was working. It was a long few weeks without him but we were so glad when he came back home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfFyBdTRYHI/TwHk97K_HAI/AAAAAAAABKw/NkXi7-3TIfg/s1600/DSCN3038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfFyBdTRYHI/TwHk97K_HAI/AAAAAAAABKw/NkXi7-3TIfg/s400/DSCN3038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693083156479941634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QffvUJovcKM/TwHj3UQ4ItI/AAAAAAAABKY/2UlOSj8yaWY/s1600/DSCN3043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QffvUJovcKM/TwHj3UQ4ItI/AAAAAAAABKY/2UlOSj8yaWY/s400/DSCN3043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693081943444824786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 31 my baby turned one! He was still so serious back then, no smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBbvmfKgwWU/TwHi5aNBSDI/AAAAAAAABKM/Uw8YT7uadnY/s1600/P1040278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBbvmfKgwWU/TwHi5aNBSDI/AAAAAAAABKM/Uw8YT7uadnY/s400/P1040278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693080879887370290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than a month later our little Gabe decided he couldn't wait any longer to come to earth. He scared us with how early he came, but questions were answered when I delivered the placenta with a huge tear in it. We are very grateful he came early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 4lbs 6 oz and 16.5 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBbvmfKgwWU/TwHi5aNBSDI/AAAAAAAABKM/Uw8YT7uadnY/s1600/P1040278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBbvmfKgwWU/TwHi5aNBSDI/AAAAAAAABKM/Uw8YT7uadnY/s1600/P1040278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD22nRTWj24/TwHijtHBFEI/AAAAAAAABKA/SZobG8HauYE/s1600/DSCN3137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD22nRTWj24/TwHijtHBFEI/AAAAAAAABKA/SZobG8HauYE/s400/DSCN3137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693080507005342786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next month and a half was a difficult time for our family. Having Gabe in the NICU and Ty not being old enough to come was heartbreaking. I am so thankful for our family so willing to take care of Ty and help when needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWAdyG27L3w/TwHiC_XTkdI/AAAAAAAABJ0/72j-KELlUaI/s1600/DSCN3143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWAdyG27L3w/TwHiC_XTkdI/AAAAAAAABJ0/72j-KELlUaI/s400/DSCN3143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693079944969818578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r41kwZa-hC4/TwHhcPj5TWI/AAAAAAAABJo/vvfM8YbXW3c/s1600/DSCN3197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r41kwZa-hC4/TwHhcPj5TWI/AAAAAAAABJo/vvfM8YbXW3c/s400/DSCN3197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693079279302692194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Gabe progress day to day is what kept me going, I tried to remind myself how blessed we were that he was alive and getting better each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uttQUHJ01p0/TwHhB6cyonI/AAAAAAAABJc/XT5y0-fX3ZI/s1600/DSCN3202.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uttQUHJ01p0/TwHhB6cyonI/AAAAAAAABJc/XT5y0-fX3ZI/s400/DSCN3202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693078826959151730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty and Gabe meeting for the first time is something I will never forget. Ty was too young to understand anything, but he was such a champ through everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acwqzZTILiE/TwHgwjg_25I/AAAAAAAABJQ/2Ia3vaZNhSk/s1600/DSCN3211.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acwqzZTILiE/TwHgwjg_25I/AAAAAAAABJQ/2Ia3vaZNhSk/s400/DSCN3211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693078528745003922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQiQ2SlTXss/TwHgotTqk5I/AAAAAAAABJE/TNtxsJg3U9U/s1600/DSCN3260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gQiQ2SlTXss/TwHgotTqk5I/AAAAAAAABJE/TNtxsJg3U9U/s400/DSCN3260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693078393934484370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally the day came that we took our precious baby home and were together as a family. Gabe scared us that night when his apnea monitor went off because he wasn't breathing. We called 911 but had him in recovery by the time the fire department came. A couple of weeks later the same thing happened and we took him to the emergency room. Luckily nothing major was wrong, he was diagnosed with reflux so we needed to keep a close watch on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TGvFl4wkN8/TwFBU14FliI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZMZSv0dh9Tc/s400/DSCN3296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692903230288533026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DQtO4uDbgs/TwFCPrTQ9_I/AAAAAAAABIg/FCCHDammqDo/s1600/DSCN3333.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3DQtO4uDbgs/TwFCPrTQ9_I/AAAAAAAABIg/FCCHDammqDo/s400/DSCN3333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692904241062017010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3EA3lZC_Qu8/TwFA5V3Gv5I/AAAAAAAABII/ys_QVB3jEZM/s1600/DSCN3248.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3EA3lZC_Qu8/TwFA5V3Gv5I/AAAAAAAABII/ys_QVB3jEZM/s400/DSCN3248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692902757838012306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere in the craziness of it all we were able to take a break and head to Nevada to spend the weekend with Aunt Lauren and Uncle Bob. They spoiled us with food, boating, games and entertainment. It was a much needed mini vacation for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_XzpEWtn2w/TwFAQ6WAahI/AAAAAAAABH8/kRB8HLdo7Eo/s1600/DSC_0448.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_XzpEWtn2w/TwFAQ6WAahI/AAAAAAAABH8/kRB8HLdo7Eo/s400/DSC_0448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692902063256660498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty thought that Gabe was a toy when we brought him home, he though it was funny when he cried so he would find ways to make it happen. Teaching Ty to "be gentle" to Gabe was quite the process, but we got through it and he is doing so much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jobXULSx3hw/TwE_CbDdoCI/AAAAAAAABHw/tpHJFrSyrmc/s1600/DSCN3414.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jobXULSx3hw/TwE_CbDdoCI/AAAAAAAABHw/tpHJFrSyrmc/s400/DSCN3414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692900714827587618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will never be forgotten that Dan walked into a handicap sign and sliced his ear open. It was our third trip to the ER for the year and thankfully our last. It only took nine stitches to sew that baby up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvNzzBlwE44/TwE-rfv8s6I/AAAAAAAABHk/sfGYQytyM40/s1600/DSCN3534.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvNzzBlwE44/TwE-rfv8s6I/AAAAAAAABHk/sfGYQytyM40/s400/DSCN3534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692900320950924194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In October we blessed Gabe. I remember feeling very thankful that Dan was able to bless him and to hear all the many things that are in store for this little miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FJ-ESZ4wBM/TwE-Zd62i0I/AAAAAAAABHY/ksMXl-CHFv0/s1600/DSCN3615.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FJ-ESZ4wBM/TwE-Zd62i0I/AAAAAAAABHY/ksMXl-CHFv0/s400/DSCN3615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692900011222141762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our annual Lagoon trip with no kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwBq41D7fII/TwE-LzQfM3I/AAAAAAAABHM/jzgJQp1a1R0/s1600/DSCN3629.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwBq41D7fII/TwE-LzQfM3I/AAAAAAAABHM/jzgJQp1a1R0/s400/DSCN3629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899776431862642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween with kids :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VRIw1B8oOY/TwE94WFmF2I/AAAAAAAABHA/uGSGWVHY5Bk/s1600/DSCN3664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VRIw1B8oOY/TwE94WFmF2I/AAAAAAAABHA/uGSGWVHY5Bk/s400/DSCN3664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899442184034146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty discovered how much he loved candy and became a terrible eater because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOFxr8r0wtI/TwE9SMIkrwI/AAAAAAAABG0/J6isiai6F7U/s1600/DSCN3639.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOFxr8r0wtI/TwE9SMIkrwI/AAAAAAAABG0/J6isiai6F7U/s400/DSCN3639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692898786677141250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan finished his BFA show and graduated from UVU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VVaacwDi_o/TwE8uQXW3BI/AAAAAAAABGg/Xm5M5KDIaOM/s1600/GEDC0070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VVaacwDi_o/TwE8uQXW3BI/AAAAAAAABGg/Xm5M5KDIaOM/s400/GEDC0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692898169337601042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabe learned to smile and roll over from stomach to back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJR7eKpcAFQ/TwE8uArbhWI/AAAAAAAABGQ/WrXgSOJ7dTo/s1600/DSCN3747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJR7eKpcAFQ/TwE8uArbhWI/AAAAAAAABGQ/WrXgSOJ7dTo/s400/DSCN3747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692898165126825314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning with these little dudes and being able to spend the rest of our holidays with our families. We are so lucky to live close to both sides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFEIrBKrLj0/TwE8Tu8J6sI/AAAAAAAABGE/R79OZHspKOw/s1600/GEDC0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFEIrBKrLj0/TwE8Tu8J6sI/AAAAAAAABGE/R79OZHspKOw/s400/GEDC0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692897713688537794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 definitely had its ups and downs, but I wouldn't take anything back if I had the chance. This has been a year of learning and growing for me and my family. I am so grateful for my husband who is my rock and is always pushing me to be a better person. Being a mom is the greatest joy I know and I am so thankful to have Ty and Gabe in my life. I am very thankful for the gospel and the knowledge that I have of why we are all here on this earth. That is how I got through this year and was able to learn from every experience. I am exited for 2012 and hope we are ready for the good and challenging times it will bring us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8078977472070892603?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8078977472070892603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8078977472070892603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8078977472070892603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8078977472070892603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxljm7bamvY/TwHl3HnjGtI/AAAAAAAABLU/06fitugK2Hs/s72-c/DSCN2770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6861724024221734484</id><published>2011-12-26T16:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:59:09.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-697vtekCo4k/TvkKcP4IiZI/AAAAAAAABFg/nBElyXbOA60/s1600/DSCN3750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-697vtekCo4k/TvkKcP4IiZI/AAAAAAAABFg/nBElyXbOA60/s400/DSCN3750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690591084573919634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; What a wonderful weekend! Christmas morning was my favorite, I loved that it was just us. Ty caught on really quick how to open his gifts and the reaction to every present was absolutely priceless! He couldn't open his gifts fast enough, it was so much fun! We also got to talk/skype my twin sisters and little brother that are all serving missions right now, it's always special to here a missionary's testimony, it makes me want to be a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTTuJXI865U/TvkKRl4wOxI/AAAAAAAABFU/Kmkshz6CIRQ/s1600/DSCN3754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTTuJXI865U/TvkKRl4wOxI/AAAAAAAABFU/Kmkshz6CIRQ/s400/DSCN3754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690590901503539986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were also able to spend time with both sides of the family which makes things really nice for both of us. There is nothing better than being with your family during this time of year. I have been feeling blessed in a lot of areas in my life, lately I have been feeling especially grateful for my healthy little family. It's still crazy to me that we have two boys, but I am so thankful we do because I couldn't imagine my life without either of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6861724024221734484?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6861724024221734484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6861724024221734484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6861724024221734484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6861724024221734484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-697vtekCo4k/TvkKcP4IiZI/AAAAAAAABFg/nBElyXbOA60/s72-c/DSCN3750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8327526503799668376</id><published>2011-12-22T20:24:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:58:43.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7tslUCf9Rs/TvQCqQkAoUI/AAAAAAAABFI/p9li8u_gfLc/s1600/DSCN3691.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7tslUCf9Rs/TvQCqQkAoUI/AAAAAAAABFI/p9li8u_gfLc/s400/DSCN3691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689175154299543874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty becoming 18 months old has been such a wonderful thing, and for many reasons. One of the best changes is he can go to Nursery! I don't know how we did it for 5 months having both babies the full block, especially Ty, he is so busy! The first time we took him, I went in with him and he didn't even look back to see if I was still there. He is one independent dude, I love it! Another thing is how quickly he is learning. If I say "ready, set" he says "go!" Or I say "one, two" and he says "three!" He is learning what different animals say; cow "moo", doggy "huff huff" and monkey "oooh oooh." He is also getting better with words, he can say; "mom, dad, go, three, hi, bye, ball, yah, shoe, up please (pup peas), wow" His main way of communicating is shaking his head up and down really slowly and saying "yaaah" It is the cutest thing! Ty understands almost anything I say to him. He hates to go into "time out" but its been pretty effective discipline wise. He loves to get his shoes when I say lets go bye bye, he will get diapers, my phone and remotes for me when I ask, he loves to read books but only if he can turn the pages and read all by himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rojwLq6NKWI/TvP-vzGugmI/AAAAAAAABE8/vokDRm1r1C4/s1600/DSCN3714.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rojwLq6NKWI/TvP-vzGugmI/AAAAAAAABE8/vokDRm1r1C4/s400/DSCN3714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689170851424797282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; He has finally started being nice to his little brother! When Gabe cries he will run over and rub his head or tummy and say "shh", which is a lot better than him laughing at him or hitting like before! He loves to gives kisses, especially to Gabe. He will smack his lips twice and then kiss him. Another big change is I got rid of his binky, on accident. I was boiling his binkies in hot water one morning to sanitize but I forgot about them so they melted to the pot. He did really good the first few days but then for a couple of weeks he had a really hard time. He still looks for it when I lay him down, but he is getting better at not throwing fits anymore. Ty has the most contagious laugh, he makes me smile so many times during the day. I haven't been able to work out that much lately, but chasing him around and cleaning up his messes all day should be able to count for something! He makes life exciting and I love being his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I lost his exact stats but it went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight: 15%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Height: 15%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head: 80%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... a real life bobble head!! ... and the cutest one ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8327526503799668376?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8327526503799668376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8327526503799668376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8327526503799668376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8327526503799668376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-months.html' title='18 months'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7tslUCf9Rs/TvQCqQkAoUI/AAAAAAAABFI/p9li8u_gfLc/s72-c/DSCN3691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6764817471376723072</id><published>2011-12-05T21:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:59:07.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFA Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a long overdue shout-out to my amazing husband for putting on his BFA (Bachelor in Fine Arts) Show! He is basically graduated, just needs to finish his website, and I am still trying to talk him into walking in the Spring. Tens of thousands of years going to UVU (really 8 years on and off, but still) and changing your major five times calls for a big celebration! This needs to happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayS8jSYnhsM/Tt2Y_MAYisI/AAAAAAAABEw/fJhSO-itZgg/s1600/DSCN3636.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayS8jSYnhsM/Tt2Y_MAYisI/AAAAAAAABEw/fJhSO-itZgg/s400/DSCN3636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682866516133448386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At his Art Show he displayed 6 caricatures and 6 portraits. This is a caricature of my Uncle Craig who started Gandolfos, this was one of my favorites! The detail in the background and props are a lot of fun, especially the dead Yankee player that he is stepping on, GO METS! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYg6PEEhIek/Tt2Y13YdPXI/AAAAAAAABEk/rGOMOaVwUwI/s1600/DSCN3639.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYg6PEEhIek/Tt2Y13YdPXI/AAAAAAAABEk/rGOMOaVwUwI/s400/DSCN3639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682866355978452338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of Dan for finally getting here! It has been amazing to watch him grow and improve with every picture he has drawn and painted. Just when I think he can't get any better he does! I am also happy that I don't have to deal with having an art studio in my front living room anymore, but I am more happy that all his hard work is paying off and that he was able to share this wonderful talent with family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6764817471376723072?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6764817471376723072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6764817471376723072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6764817471376723072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6764817471376723072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/bfa-show.html' title='BFA Show'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayS8jSYnhsM/Tt2Y_MAYisI/AAAAAAAABEw/fJhSO-itZgg/s72-c/DSCN3636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-3174173440109673311</id><published>2011-11-14T12:36:00.022-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:46:07.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>What we've been up to:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3lOfk96QEA/TsF0Eq-y9BI/AAAAAAAABEY/A_4VSGfX14A/s1600/DSCN3596.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3lOfk96QEA/TsF0Eq-y9BI/AAAAAAAABEY/A_4VSGfX14A/s400/DSCN3596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674944629069509650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NpcvG-96gqc/TsFz2GQ1sDI/AAAAAAAABEM/cCoYNxjEink/s1600/DSCN3599.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NpcvG-96gqc/TsFz2GQ1sDI/AAAAAAAABEM/cCoYNxjEink/s400/DSCN3599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674944378694905906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a nice, warm October. We couldn't get enough of being outside! We took a long overdue drive up the canyon to see all the beautiful colors. Ty loved every time we stopped to get out of the car, he was so upset when we took these pictures because he wanted to run around and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0P68eqgVz0/TsFzarHW2yI/AAAAAAAABEA/ji_waDaTmdE/s1600/DSCN3602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j0P68eqgVz0/TsFzarHW2yI/AAAAAAAABEA/ji_waDaTmdE/s400/DSCN3602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674943907550911266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our backyard. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6waJhVtB9Zs/TsFzSJOjUuI/AAAAAAAABD0/n6syLneNCbc/s1600/DSCN3570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6waJhVtB9Zs/TsFzSJOjUuI/AAAAAAAABD0/n6syLneNCbc/s400/DSCN3570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674943761015329506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_hQEbWfP0U/TsFzB0v9OjI/AAAAAAAABDo/oKGM8MnTGIs/s1600/DSCN3573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_hQEbWfP0U/TsFzB0v9OjI/AAAAAAAABDo/oKGM8MnTGIs/s400/DSCN3573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674943480640387634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent a lot of time going to parks. Ty loves to swing on the swings but only if he is sitting on someones lap. He also figured out how to climb up the playground and go down the slide all by himself. It's so fun to watch him play and learn new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgNqhw1QP78/TsFypV7dzvI/AAAAAAAABDc/U06GOAM1rtQ/s1600/DSCN3561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgNqhw1QP78/TsFypV7dzvI/AAAAAAAABDc/U06GOAM1rtQ/s400/DSCN3561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674943060050300658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU0eECGpeKI/TsFygK2G9bI/AAAAAAAABDQ/oTieKyZCEqk/s1600/DSCN3567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU0eECGpeKI/TsFygK2G9bI/AAAAAAAABDQ/oTieKyZCEqk/s400/DSCN3567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674942902456219058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went boating, in October! It was actually a lot of fun. Megan and Marcus took us out and we enjoyed an attempted picnic on the lake. The water was absolutely freezing but Dan and Megan took turns surfing and wakeboarding, I can't imagine how cold they must've been but they were actually smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqc0DB4ugNQ/TsFyHBysdlI/AAAAAAAABDE/3-rwjwaunyc/s1600/DSCN3585.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqc0DB4ugNQ/TsFyHBysdlI/AAAAAAAABDE/3-rwjwaunyc/s400/DSCN3585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674942470529250898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty has been loving seeing his old toys lately. He thinks they are his, and they were his, but now they are Gabes. Someone please tell me how to explain this to a 17 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fzIn2GAq1M/TsFxsz9zo7I/AAAAAAAABC4/QA2JxR_xk5M/s1600/DSCN3552.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fzIn2GAq1M/TsFxsz9zo7I/AAAAAAAABC4/QA2JxR_xk5M/s400/DSCN3552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674942020141163442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Gabe, he gets kicked out of his chair everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpmNxox_UUw/TsFxW4gADsI/AAAAAAAABCg/uXK4jKMuyRs/s1600/DSCN3588.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpmNxox_UUw/TsFxW4gADsI/AAAAAAAABCg/uXK4jKMuyRs/s400/DSCN3588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674941643401203394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have child locks on everything! Well, most everything. I swear Ty's goal everyday is to run around the house and see how many things he can get into and if he can make a bigger mess than the day before! There are times when I seriously feel like I can't handle it anymore, but I try to remind myself that this stage will come and go and I need to enjoy these moments more. ...Sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvGTtYnLJck/TsFww-ePpZI/AAAAAAAABCU/HipDT3WjGXI/s1600/DSCN3634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvGTtYnLJck/TsFww-ePpZI/AAAAAAAABCU/HipDT3WjGXI/s400/DSCN3634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674940992169420178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This month Gabe has started smiling! I can't get enough of it! He is such a happy, easy-going baby. His favorite thing to do is lay on the floor and watch Ty play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxYqwyAL0tE/TsFwa0Q0ETI/AAAAAAAABCI/4Wps4iUUbM4/s1600/DSCN3580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxYqwyAL0tE/TsFwa0Q0ETI/AAAAAAAABCI/4Wps4iUUbM4/s400/DSCN3580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674940611471610162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also turned 4 months old. His check up went great. It's weird to say that he is 4 months old because developmentally he is only 2 months. He is not doing things that normal 4 months do but he is growing really good and slowly learning new things, the Doc said he should be caught up by 18 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1DhjCH7kJc/TsFv5GY5jNI/AAAAAAAABB8/avPeY-q60zM/s1600/DSCN3594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1DhjCH7kJc/TsFv5GY5jNI/AAAAAAAABB8/avPeY-q60zM/s400/DSCN3594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674940032221809874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a fun Halloween Party, dressed up as a "Pair of Blue Jeans" (my name tag says "Jean" and Dan says "Gene") ...Thanks Ash :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhW23KAI9pY/TsFvZ7wZlJI/AAAAAAAABBw/oA4u8UQhbzI/s1600/DSCN3611.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhW23KAI9pY/TsFvZ7wZlJI/AAAAAAAABBw/oA4u8UQhbzI/s400/DSCN3611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674939496791643282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xzQnOhDHL8/TsFvR6auJAI/AAAAAAAABBk/KxMA3ZDmvZg/s1600/DSCN3614.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xzQnOhDHL8/TsFvR6auJAI/AAAAAAAABBk/KxMA3ZDmvZg/s400/DSCN3614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674939358993327106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZFMmyiYh_4/TsFvFRy9mMI/AAAAAAAABBY/NuwbijJAf34/s1600/DSCN3610.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZFMmyiYh_4/TsFvFRy9mMI/AAAAAAAABBY/NuwbijJAf34/s400/DSCN3610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674939141930719426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are trying to keep our tradition alive of going to Lagoon on the last day its opened. It's such a fun time to go with Frightmares being there and its not that crowded. This year I made the mistake of wearing flats. It was probably 20 degrees when we got there! I only lasted an hour and then we had to find a Target so I could buy some nice warm slippers. It was such a fun day, just being together and running around like 12 year olds from ride to ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3jLFfS86bw/TsFudZkN1YI/AAAAAAAABBM/Xi-AW1ahC_o/s1600/DSCN3626.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3jLFfS86bw/TsFudZkN1YI/AAAAAAAABBM/Xi-AW1ahC_o/s400/DSCN3626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674938456821585282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing Ty: The Cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fWDgCHm63cA/TsFuT6JwC2I/AAAAAAAABBA/My77iDd9Fwg/s1600/DSCN3631.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fWDgCHm63cA/TsFuT6JwC2I/AAAAAAAABBA/My77iDd9Fwg/s400/DSCN3631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674938293770259298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Gabe: The Monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlBsxrdmgsU/TsFuE7xm9aI/AAAAAAAABA0/Q-HQtSCnF2I/s1600/DSCN3621.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlBsxrdmgsU/TsFuE7xm9aI/AAAAAAAABA0/Q-HQtSCnF2I/s400/DSCN3621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674938036507833762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween was so much fun. I loved dressing up the boys, doing trunk or treat with our ward, cuddling to a movie and being home to answer the door for trick or treaters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October, you were wonderful.&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/1048512686386527848-3174173440109673311?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3174173440109673311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=3174173440109673311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3174173440109673311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3174173440109673311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/11/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3lOfk96QEA/TsF0Eq-y9BI/AAAAAAAABEY/A_4VSGfX14A/s72-c/DSCN3596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-1896716241716671041</id><published>2011-10-11T13:22:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T17:38:11.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>16 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Updates on Ty are long over due, I don't think I have written anything since I had Gabe! He finally started walking around 14 months, we thought the day would never come! Now he is running around everywhere. He has figured out how to crawl up on the couch, chairs, and the table. He also loves going to the park and climbing up the stairs and going down the slide by himself. He doesn't like to have help with a lot of things, seems like he will be the typical "independent firstborn"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9KlHpx0IEM/TpSd8jIYsII/AAAAAAAAA-w/GtRgS-Ab8Mw/s1600/DSCN3384.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9KlHpx0IEM/TpSd8jIYsII/AAAAAAAAA-w/GtRgS-Ab8Mw/s1600/DSCN3384.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9KlHpx0IEM/TpSd8jIYsII/AAAAAAAAA-w/GtRgS-Ab8Mw/s400/DSCN3384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662324295059681410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A random, funny thing about Ty is that he loves to pull things around his neck. He usually gets into his diapers and will take every single one out until every diaper has made the trip around his neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmVOgEW29TI/TpSdHxfDuOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KltDuZaM478/s1600/DSCN3376.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmVOgEW29TI/TpSdHxfDuOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/KltDuZaM478/s400/DSCN3376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662323388379805922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is my little Mr. Clean, well not really because he just makes messes all day; but he likes to think that he is helping me clean. Whenever I am mopping, dusting, or folding laundry, he is right by my side "helping me" It is so funny to watch him, he runs around and wipes everything and throws the clean clothes around really super fast! Makes me wonder if thats what I look like when I am doing those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoZ8f4fijZM/TpSb7e0ZVmI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kAsNTKtOkcw/s1600/DSCN3426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QoZ8f4fijZM/TpSb7e0ZVmI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kAsNTKtOkcw/s400/DSCN3426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662322077698971234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is still the best sleeper ever! He loves nap time. He usually comes up to me and waves bye bye which means he is tired and wants to go to bed. He still takes a long morning nap and a shorter afternoon nap. Sometimes for the afternoon he will just play in his crib, which I am fine with. He just loves having his binky and blanky and thats the only time he gets them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL8bc6iJF6k/TpSbvvlL0PI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2hL8hSkjKd4/s1600/DSCN3434.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CL8bc6iJF6k/TpSbvvlL0PI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2hL8hSkjKd4/s400/DSCN3434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662321876040143090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can be a terrible eater but he can also be the best eater ever. It really just depends on the mood he is in. His latest lovin is raw broccoli! He also loves hot dogs, toast with jam, mac n cheese, chimichangas, cheese sandwhich, all fruit, anything pasta, chicken, rolls, and his absolute favorite treats are lucky charms and ice cream. He is such a messy eater, I don't even know why I sweep and mop because after one meal the floor is so disgusting again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3ZwiMgQpmE/TpSa09iYSEI/AAAAAAAAA90/oLitNVz-Uv4/s1600/DSCN3508.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3ZwiMgQpmE/TpSa09iYSEI/AAAAAAAAA90/oLitNVz-Uv4/s400/DSCN3508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662320866174191682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves playing with his cousins. Even though he is the youngest toddler it seems like he tries to act older so that he can follow them around. Its fun to see him start to interact with other kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqpDurQaVxo/TpSae1-zLTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LHwQV-FyQWU/s1600/DSCN3515.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqpDurQaVxo/TpSae1-zLTI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LHwQV-FyQWU/s400/DSCN3515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662320486188789042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty is such a flirt! I can't believe how excited he gets when he sees any girl. It is hilarious! He loves doing anything that his dad does. Whenever Dan is home Ty is his little shadow, he follows him everywhere and tries to do the things he does and the noises he makes. (like farting, its getting out of control) He also has a temper. He just discovered how to throw tantrums, whether its falling drastically to the floor and kicking his legs or screaming into the couch or a blanket, it's still funny to me and I don't give him any attention when it happens so it only lasts a few seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SoOxOH9dlg/TpSZ8PDIbqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/rjR4Amui--g/s1600/DSCN3513.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SoOxOH9dlg/TpSZ8PDIbqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/rjR4Amui--g/s400/DSCN3513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662319891622424226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He likes to figure things out on his own. He loves putting things together and seems to feel pretty proud of himself when he accomplishes the task at hand. He literally freaks out when something doesn't fit together or it falls apart, but after his little episode he starts at it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b7bzKR7670/TpSZq-tAibI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/lbr521qtOPE/s1600/DSCN3543.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b7bzKR7670/TpSZq-tAibI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/lbr521qtOPE/s400/DSCN3543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662319595176888754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possibly a little perfectionist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9aQWQszs98/TpSYzTqExNI/AAAAAAAAA9E/W_PVE3zLxhg/s1600/DSCN3517.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9aQWQszs98/TpSYzTqExNI/AAAAAAAAA9E/W_PVE3zLxhg/s400/DSCN3517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662318638729053394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saved my absolute favorite things for the end. First off, he has been saying "mom" for awhile, but now he will yell my name and wait for me to look at him and then just start talking baby talk 100 miles an hour. It is the cutest thing! His baby talk is also starting to sound more like words, so hopefully that is a sign that he will start talking more.  Another thing that I am loving right now is he takes my hand and pulls me to sit down so that he can lay on my lap, hold my hand and watch tv, its our little cuddle time. He still loves kisses, even more than before! He comes up to me atleast 20 times a day to give me a kiss. When I tell Ty that I love him, he blows me a kiss, which I think he is saying I love you back.&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/1048512686386527848-1896716241716671041?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1896716241716671041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=1896716241716671041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1896716241716671041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1896716241716671041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/16-months.html' title='16 months'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9KlHpx0IEM/TpSd8jIYsII/AAAAAAAAA-w/GtRgS-Ab8Mw/s72-c/DSCN3384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2947205135795272410</id><published>2011-10-11T12:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:31:04.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabes Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KSMnpt-ELU/TpSQWqdd90I/AAAAAAAAA84/Fgf072ZYDMk/s1600/DSCN3529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KSMnpt-ELU/TpSQWqdd90I/AAAAAAAAA84/Fgf072ZYDMk/s400/DSCN3529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662309350540965698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan blessed Gabe on Sunday, it was such a special and nice day. The blessing was so beautiful, there are many wonderful things in store for our sweet little guy. It was also fast and testimony meeting, which are usually my favorite sundays... That is until my sweet, loving husband got up and at the end of his testimony said how much I wanted to bare my testimony and that I would be coming up! No Pressure!! I was a little upset, but also grateful he said that because with everything that has happened I needed to get up and share how much my testimony has grown these past few months. We had a little get together afterwards, it was really nice to spend the rest of our day with family and friends. We have both been blessed with great families and awesome friends and are thankful for the love and support that they have shown to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDzmn9ytfMM/TpSPaTUkSFI/AAAAAAAAA8s/8fu8qwh1BUA/s1600/DSCN3537.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDzmn9ytfMM/TpSPaTUkSFI/AAAAAAAAA8s/8fu8qwh1BUA/s400/DSCN3537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662308313537464402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a better picture of Gabe, doesn't he just look like a stud! He is such a good baby and brings so much love into our home. I remember when I was pregnant with him and feeling so overwhelmed that I wouldn't be able to love him as much as I loved Ty, but thats not the case anymore. It really is true what they say, your heart just seems to make room somehow. I can't imagine life without this little miracle. I love you forever Gabe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2947205135795272410?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2947205135795272410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2947205135795272410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2947205135795272410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2947205135795272410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/gabes-blessing.html' title='Gabes Blessing'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0KSMnpt-ELU/TpSQWqdd90I/AAAAAAAAA84/Fgf072ZYDMk/s72-c/DSCN3529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-802532531162587956</id><published>2011-09-28T10:01:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:45:22.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The NICU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its only taken me three months to write about the longest 37 days of my life, Gabe being in the NICU. This was a trying time for our little family. I had been debating if I really wanted to go down this road again, remember how my heart felt torn into so many tiny pieces because I couldn't be with my two boys at the same time, and every day I had to leave my little newborn in the care of some different nurse. I felt like I was dreaming. That car ride became so repetitive that I could've closed my eyes and driven there safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKGKKhwPrFA/ToNMz2cIBeI/AAAAAAAAA8A/OuF2OTtFYwc/s1600/DSCN3113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKGKKhwPrFA/ToNMz2cIBeI/AAAAAAAAA8A/OuF2OTtFYwc/s400/DSCN3113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657450010577995234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabe was life-flighted to Utah Valley a couple of hours after he was born.  Our helpless little Gabe depending on all the machines, monitors and IV's to keep him going and become stronger. He was on the ventilator for the first day but did so good that they took him off and put him on the CPAP. He also had therapy lights on and off for the first couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVGvGvTIaUE/ToNMo7IgqeI/AAAAAAAAA74/YyRBNs1zBvY/s1600/DSCN3125.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVGvGvTIaUE/ToNMo7IgqeI/AAAAAAAAA74/YyRBNs1zBvY/s400/DSCN3125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657449822859340258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We weren't allowed to hold Gabe in the beginning, this was really hard for me. It was hard to be with him and not able to cuddle and comfort him. After a couple of days I got permission to hold him for 15 minutes. Slowly the time went up to where I could hold him for 30 minutes each time I was able to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz2x62UvzwA/ToNK8wcD8tI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9gfL_pCxpNU/s1600/DSCN3135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz2x62UvzwA/ToNK8wcD8tI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9gfL_pCxpNU/s400/DSCN3135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657447964562682578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4HRIV2wOeo/ToNKt4gpfwI/AAAAAAAAA7o/afZPtJ6HYAU/s1600/DSCN3138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4HRIV2wOeo/ToNKt4gpfwI/AAAAAAAAA7o/afZPtJ6HYAU/s400/DSCN3138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657447709031366402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding him was like medicine that took away all my stress. I couldn't get enough of it. Not just because I felt like I was never with him but also I yearned to feel like I was his mom. I mean, I knew I was his mom but it was hard to feel it, to feel that bond that a mother has with her newborn baby. I would hold him for 30 minutes and then have to leave him there and life would just go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfb6nwN-MUA/ToNKU7OdnOI/AAAAAAAAA7g/GwHriPOk1OU/s1600/DSCN3142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfb6nwN-MUA/ToNKU7OdnOI/AAAAAAAAA7g/GwHriPOk1OU/s400/DSCN3142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657447280263666914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1GinkIYpz8/ToNJyDvxoEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MqnNWbCBxpo/s1600/DSCN3154.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1GinkIYpz8/ToNJyDvxoEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MqnNWbCBxpo/s400/DSCN3154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657446681255452738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabe is a little fighter. Within a week and a half he was off the CPAP and just on oxygen. All of us couldn't believe how fast he was progressing. He got moved over to Nursery B which is a really big deal. They mainly focus on feedings (which is a very long and stressful ordeal) and once they have that down and there are no other major problems they can go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHFQBlg-_gQ/ToNJk_GbYqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WLyogI3U4V4/s1600/DSCN3168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHFQBlg-_gQ/ToNJk_GbYqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WLyogI3U4V4/s400/DSCN3168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657446456669987490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQJ-76PdvSU/ToNJY8RQnlI/AAAAAAAAA7I/SaCpTQMNVhk/s1600/DSCN3147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQJ-76PdvSU/ToNJY8RQnlI/AAAAAAAAA7I/SaCpTQMNVhk/s400/DSCN3147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657446249751682642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabe did have a relapse at one point. We were getting close to going home but then his oxygen levels weren't looking too good. They did an x-ray and his lungs looked really hazy. We had to go back to Nursery A and he was put back on High Flow Oxygen. We couldn't do any oral feedings. Huge setback and really frustrating but after 5 days  Gabe started breathing better and got put on normal oxygen so we were able to start the feeding process once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKO18JPIp1g/ToNH4iXxNQI/AAAAAAAAA64/w6NTETQijEg/s1600/DSCN3202.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKO18JPIp1g/ToNH4iXxNQI/AAAAAAAAA64/w6NTETQijEg/s400/DSCN3202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657444593532220674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finally had a chance to bring Ty to the NICU to meet his little brother for the first time. Ty was too young to be able to go inside so they met through a window. This picture is priceless. Even though Ty was only 13 months old it was like he knew this was his brother and he loved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vuFi7k0DNDM/ToNHqspkK2I/AAAAAAAAA6w/_oYajwVmeus/s1600/DSCN3207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vuFi7k0DNDM/ToNHqspkK2I/AAAAAAAAA6w/_oYajwVmeus/s400/DSCN3207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657444355773049698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpBhlR-Yhb0/ToNHaf894oI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Qec2kYKS5aQ/s1600/DSCN3215.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpBhlR-Yhb0/ToNHaf894oI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Qec2kYKS5aQ/s400/DSCN3215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657444077486858882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things started getting a lot better once I decided to pump and bottle feed instead of breast feed. Gabe caught on so quick to using the bottle. Once this happened things started to pick up and then all the sudden he was coming home in a few days! I thought I would have a hard time saying goodbye to that place. I was very thankful for the NICU that was Gabe's home for the last 5 weeks. But when the time came to take our baby home I didn't even look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIPxOOsDbHs/ToNGLoP0F4I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/CNNZ-KeZ688/s1600/DSCN3257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIPxOOsDbHs/ToNGLoP0F4I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/CNNZ-KeZ688/s400/DSCN3257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657442722503726978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; As hard as this time was, I am truly thankful for it. I grew so much as a person, a wife, and a mother. I am so happy to have my two healthy boys at home with me. There has been a lot of craziness and adjusting but I cant complain, my heart finally feels like one whole piece again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-802532531162587956?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/802532531162587956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=802532531162587956' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/802532531162587956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/802532531162587956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/09/nicu.html' title='The NICU'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fKGKKhwPrFA/ToNMz2cIBeI/AAAAAAAAA8A/OuF2OTtFYwc/s72-c/DSCN3113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-4005854866197130959</id><published>2011-08-30T00:28:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:42:44.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June 27</title><content type='html'>It was early Monday morning, I couldn't sleep all night because my stomach was hurting. I was only 32 weeks so I wasn't really thinking much about it. 5 am came and the pain was getting worse so I started timing them. 2-3 minutes apart. I still wasn't thinking too much of it because my water hadn't broke and again I was only 32 weeks. An hour went by and I was still in a lot of pain, I started to get worried. I started thinking about how I went into labor with Ty at home and how quickly he came. Dan got woken up from a deep sleep with the spirit telling him we were going to have a baby today... that was enough to rush us to the hospital! I think we ran every red light. My mom met us there at 6:30 am. She took Ty while Dan wheeled me up to the Labor/Delivery Floor. They checked me and I was dilated to an 8! An 8!! I really was going to have a baby today.&lt;div&gt;My dad came and took Ty so my mom could be with us. They started the IV, they asked a lot of questions, made me sign some papers and then finally I get the epidural. I love epidurals. Once it kicked in I started panicking about work (I was supposed to work that day) and my calling (I was supposed to teach that Sunday) and a million other things. It's so funny how worried I was about so many things that really didn't matter. I think that I was just really nervous so I was trying not to think about what was happening. But it was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReaVomR8sN4/Tl0uvhe3GYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Jm2xELrj0XA/s1600/P1040268.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReaVomR8sN4/Tl0uvhe3GYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Jm2xELrj0XA/s400/P1040268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646720901769009538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReaVomR8sN4/Tl0uvhe3GYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Jm2xELrj0XA/s1600/P1040268.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember suddenly feeling like it was time to have him. They called the doctor in and the Life Flight team and the NICU nurses, and anybody else that wanted to... just kidding but there were so many people in that room! I started pushing and felt a lot more pain than I wanted to, the epidural was wearing off but it didn't last for too long. It only took about 15 minutes and then I heard a cry, it was the best sound any of us could hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2B-aHvS1Bo/Tl0opuSiC0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/auPWV7b92bU/s1600/P1040276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2B-aHvS1Bo/Tl0opuSiC0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/auPWV7b92bU/s400/P1040276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646714205057977154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe was born around 9 am weighing 4 lbs 6 oz and was 16 1/2 in long. Everyone in the room clapped when they weighed him because he was a lot bigger than what they were hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJx3jHBJWxY/Tl0PHFMDmGI/AAAAAAAAA54/5QuFgtP6SQ4/s1600/P1040278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJx3jHBJWxY/Tl0PHFMDmGI/AAAAAAAAA54/5QuFgtP6SQ4/s400/P1040278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646686122118715490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNd1ychSGq4/Tl0NVhT6ATI/AAAAAAAAA5o/r9Qf-8NV07s/s400/P1040283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684171162747186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They rushed him downstairs, hooked him up to the ventilator and got him ready to be transfered. They waited for me to come down before they took him so that I could spend a few minutes with him. I am so thankful that they did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGTBNYqzT7k/Tl0Odwt9AWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/nFrsoqgB41E/s1600/P1040293.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGTBNYqzT7k/Tl0Odwt9AWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/nFrsoqgB41E/s400/P1040293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646685412249108834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those were the best minutes I had in the whole 48 hours I was at the hospital. I will never forget holding him and feeling so overwhelmed with gratitude for everything. When the doctor delivered my placenta there was a huge tear in it. If Gabe hadn't come early he probably wouldn't have made it. I know that everything happens for a reason, Gabe is here right now for a reason. He was supposed to make it and I am so thankful that I get to spend my life figuring out why he did.&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/1048512686386527848-4005854866197130959?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4005854866197130959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=4005854866197130959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4005854866197130959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4005854866197130959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/08/june-27.html' title='June 27'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReaVomR8sN4/Tl0uvhe3GYI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Jm2xELrj0XA/s72-c/P1040268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6951422781939184692</id><published>2011-08-17T18:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:11:05.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Due Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_L1F-niP1Bo/Tkxk8OaP62I/AAAAAAAAA5A/Xg75skSpLmg/s1600/DSCN3293.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_L1F-niP1Bo/Tkxk8OaP62I/AAAAAAAAA5A/Xg75skSpLmg/s400/DSCN3293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641995419011509090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Gabe's due date.  I still can't believe all that has happened in the last two months, and looking back I would have to say this has been one of the hardest things I have gone through.  It has been a trying time and there were moments that I thought I couldn't do it anymore, but I have learned so much and feel that this has made me a better and stronger person.  I am so thankful that our little miracle is doing so well.  He has given us a few scares since he's been home, but he seriously is a little champ.  I am still adjusting to this new change in my life, so when everything slows down a little I hope I can find time to sit down and reflect on all thats happened and that I have learned and be able to right this whole story.  For now we are all safe and Gabe is doing better every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6951422781939184692?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6951422781939184692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6951422781939184692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6951422781939184692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6951422781939184692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/08/due-date.html' title='Due Date'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_L1F-niP1Bo/Tkxk8OaP62I/AAAAAAAAA5A/Xg75skSpLmg/s72-c/DSCN3293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-9215485212328855881</id><published>2011-07-26T23:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:08:17.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's crazy to think that today I was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be 37 weeks pregnant, that I should've had three more weeks of being fat, swollen, and extremely uncomfortable. That I would slowly be getting the house cleaned, baby clothes washed, the crib set up, and everything else ready to bring a new baby home. And that I would've been enjoying having work off and taking Ty to the pool everyday and just having a fun relaxing summer... but thats not the case. Something better has been going on in our lives, and I have a picture to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qv1-ahqxhaI/Ti-hU6jNMiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/GqmIpqOMjXQ/s1600/DSCN3207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qv1-ahqxhaI/Ti-hU6jNMiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/GqmIpqOMjXQ/s400/DSCN3207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633899039550157346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabe is One Month Old today! I know, I already feel like an awful person that this is the first time I am writing about it. But at the same time lets be honest, it has been quite the month and I think I have had more important things to do, like being with this little angel. &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/1048512686386527848-9215485212328855881?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9215485212328855881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=9215485212328855881' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/9215485212328855881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/9215485212328855881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/07/37-weeks.html' title='37 Weeks'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qv1-ahqxhaI/Ti-hU6jNMiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/GqmIpqOMjXQ/s72-c/DSCN3207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8685702197330703045</id><published>2011-06-26T22:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:26:38.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks a Tickin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-1EyloV0h0/TggOxVs092I/AAAAAAAAA4o/sDC9RWjwDms/s1600/DSCN2945.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-1EyloV0h0/TggOxVs092I/AAAAAAAAA4o/sDC9RWjwDms/s400/DSCN2945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622760375573608290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling the need to talk more, a lot more about this handsome little man. The clock is ticking and baby number two is gonna be here SO soon and I don't want to forget all the funny things that Ty is doing right now. He is so stinkin stubborn! He will not put on a show for anyone, he likes to do things his way, on his time, and how he likes it... So no he is STILL not walking! I get more nervous after each week goes by because I don't think I can carry a baby and a toddler at the same time!... I guess I'll just figure that one out when I have to. Other things, he loves to wear hats, he gives "high fives", blows on his food, if you point at him he will point back, STILL pooping in the tub on a weekly basis, his back molar is coming in so he has been a terrible eater, Everyone compliments on how blue his eyes are, He won't drink from a sippy so we are still doing the bottle thing (any ideas on this would be awesome) he blows kisses, he knows how to point to his "eyes" and his "hair", Speaking of hair he loves to brush his own hair and he closes his eyes when he does it, and my favorite for now is he will say "tickie tickie" in a high voice and tickle your feet or neck, it's adorable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwFuspFLwgs/TggM_oRQAPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/IuQzzbZy_eE/s1600/DSCN3086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwFuspFLwgs/TggM_oRQAPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/IuQzzbZy_eE/s400/DSCN3086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622758422053126386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure I am missing things that he is doing because my brain is so scattered with all the things I need to be doing! I feel like I have been working a lot lately, which makes me feel bad. I feel like this time I have with Ty is so limited because once the baby is here it's gonna be hard to give him all the attention that I can give him now. So my days off we have been playin and taking advantage of the sun at parks and pools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POyVXBYC3XM/TggM0FCpfnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cGAfUGWo8xc/s1600/DSCN3093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POyVXBYC3XM/TggM0FCpfnI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cGAfUGWo8xc/s400/DSCN3093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622758223618080370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the pool is probably his favorite place to be right now... Along with me :) This heat has been killing me, but being in the cool water has been saving me!! Anyways, Ty loves being in the water, splashing, blowing bubbles, and throwing the tennis ball back and forth. I still can't believe he is going to be a big brother so soon. I feel like I am more nervous for this one to come than I was for Ty to come. But at the same time I feel so blessed that we are able to have another baby and I know eventually it will be so fun for these little guys being so close in age to grow up together. Families are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8685702197330703045?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8685702197330703045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8685702197330703045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8685702197330703045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8685702197330703045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/06/clocks-tickin.html' title='Clocks a Tickin'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-1EyloV0h0/TggOxVs092I/AAAAAAAAA4o/sDC9RWjwDms/s72-c/DSCN2945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2663815531919148337</id><published>2011-05-31T20:48:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:22:08.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kH_3LGqR_mE/TeW4hIAgHPI/AAAAAAAAA30/nRch9IyxN5Y/s1600/DSCN1624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kH_3LGqR_mE/TeW4hIAgHPI/AAAAAAAAA30/nRch9IyxN5Y/s400/DSCN1624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613095389811973362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this sounds SO cliche, but seriously, where did time go? A year ago today I held this tiny baby in my arms... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JsB6TU4AJo/TeW2VusPetI/AAAAAAAAA3s/flrGDJw6U4k/s1600/DSCN3034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JsB6TU4AJo/TeW2VusPetI/AAAAAAAAA3s/flrGDJw6U4k/s400/DSCN3034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613092995014294226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I have a BIG One Year Old?!  A little bit about our Ty Ty: He can stand up by himself but when he realizes it he sits down, he still loves his bottles, he eats basically anything we give him but his favorites are watermelon and tomatoes, he loves his "da da" he is such a good napper (two 2 hour naps a day) He waves bye bye when he is tired or wants to go outside, he took his first step two days ago, he loves books (monkey jumping on the bed) he loves to give kisses, he still gets into everything (we just put locks on all cabinets) he still puts everything in his mouth, he dances whenever he hears music, he still doesn't cuddle much but when he does its with his mom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoVcViFCOB0/TeWwgV39CiI/AAAAAAAAA3c/oPkRlenCQ1Q/s1600/DSCN3043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoVcViFCOB0/TeWwgV39CiI/AAAAAAAAA3c/oPkRlenCQ1Q/s400/DSCN3043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613086580261325346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He LOVED his cake! I didn't think he would get into it, but he did! His lap was covered I had to rinse him off in the sink, he loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq8Us6D540A/TeWukAE82NI/AAAAAAAAA3U/N2UQD9iOGMY/s1600/DSCN3049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq8Us6D540A/TeWukAE82NI/AAAAAAAAA3U/N2UQD9iOGMY/s400/DSCN3049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613084444106479826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpRyKTghh20/TeWsaEuCh5I/AAAAAAAAA3M/hbd6HzyuPG0/s1600/DSCN3060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpRyKTghh20/TeWsaEuCh5I/AAAAAAAAA3M/hbd6HzyuPG0/s400/DSCN3060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613082074530613138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got spoiled with presents. Grandma Vogie got him this cute hat and he kept it on for most of the night, he looked adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1oxXurAn_Gk/TeWrl1SFL_I/AAAAAAAAA3E/rQjpThLUtS4/s400/DSCN3075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613081177033617394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have mentioned how much he loves music, this little keyboard was a favorite for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5R1-O25l4yg/TeWpxS1DSxI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1FeM8KyXW3Y/s1600/DSCN3053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5R1-O25l4yg/TeWpxS1DSxI/AAAAAAAAA2k/1FeM8KyXW3Y/s400/DSCN3053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613079174920227602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has always been more serious than smiley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi3u4WuOLYA/TeWpBxluxLI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h2j6XYVVtes/s1600/DSCN3078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi3u4WuOLYA/TeWpBxluxLI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h2j6XYVVtes/s400/DSCN3078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613078358543746226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Happy Birthday our Sweet Little Ty. You have brought more love and joy into our lives than we could have hoped for. We love you forever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2663815531919148337?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2663815531919148337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2663815531919148337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2663815531919148337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2663815531919148337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/05/tys-birthday.html' title='Ty&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kH_3LGqR_mE/TeW4hIAgHPI/AAAAAAAAA30/nRch9IyxN5Y/s72-c/DSCN1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5050590554451252452</id><published>2011-05-31T20:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:47:33.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;before... the 15 long minutes of this boy screaming like i was doing the worse thing to him known to babies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFFYK-bLri8/TeWllXOMHkI/AAAAAAAAA2U/EU2PmY7N65o/s1600/DSCN3025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFFYK-bLri8/TeWllXOMHkI/AAAAAAAAA2U/EU2PmY7N65o/s400/DSCN3025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613074571894464066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;after... actually a few days after, it took him that long to recover and forgive his mommy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for making him look handsome as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C21lDAwPqKw/TeWlZ9t7s7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/Y3ozs_aN1NM/s1600/DSCN3027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C21lDAwPqKw/TeWlZ9t7s7I/AAAAAAAAA2M/Y3ozs_aN1NM/s400/DSCN3027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613074376069723058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty, one day you will thank me for holding you down and cutting your beautiful hair so that every woman we ran into would stop saying what a beautiful girl you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5050590554451252452?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5050590554451252452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5050590554451252452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5050590554451252452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5050590554451252452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/05/before.html' title='the haircut'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFFYK-bLri8/TeWllXOMHkI/AAAAAAAAA2U/EU2PmY7N65o/s72-c/DSCN3025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-834630161803318200</id><published>2011-05-21T20:50:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:29:20.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im so glad when daddy comes home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsh8ptS50j0/Tdxi3nWW1NI/AAAAAAAAA2E/DhGgcc-Lnak/s1600/DSCN3020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsh8ptS50j0/Tdxi3nWW1NI/AAAAAAAAA2E/DhGgcc-Lnak/s400/DSCN3020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610467943391876306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are SO happy that daddy is finally home! He left us for three weeks to sale security systems, and can I just say it was a lot harder than I thought it would be! It got pretty lonely at times, and I was so exhausted by the end of each day (I think being prego, working, and having Ty may have had something to do with that) but it did help me realize what a helpful husband I have and how we are lucky to be able to see each other every day. Ty knew that something was different, he couldn't get enough of grandpa and his uncles and he also started calling my phone "dada"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvY0-PyRYAk/Tdh7_H7s1bI/AAAAAAAAA00/7EroSpb8zAc/s1600/DSCN2963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvY0-PyRYAk/Tdh7_H7s1bI/AAAAAAAAA00/7EroSpb8zAc/s400/DSCN2963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609369660281378226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Since Dan has been home Ty is literally attached to his hip! It is really cute but I am sure Dan is feeling like he can't accomplish much. Every time he leaves the room Ty follows him, when he is working in his office Ty is by his door crying for him to come out. Dan went outside to take some pictures of his paintings and Ty was heart broken that he wasn't allowed to come out with him. This picture breaks my heart too but I had to post it because its so dang cute at the same time. I am still trying to figure out where he gets his sensitivity from...&lt;/u&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/1048512686386527848-834630161803318200?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/834630161803318200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=834630161803318200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/834630161803318200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/834630161803318200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-so-glad-when-daddy-comes-home.html' title='im so glad when daddy comes home...'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsh8ptS50j0/Tdxi3nWW1NI/AAAAAAAAA2E/DhGgcc-Lnak/s72-c/DSCN3020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-3875014397817623381</id><published>2011-04-30T10:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:59:54.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLiuyOgNm9Y/Tbw7m8HC2zI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hZIXD9CgoBQ/s1600/121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLiuyOgNm9Y/Tbw7m8HC2zI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hZIXD9CgoBQ/s400/121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601417576698796850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated our 3 year anniversary on Monday. I worked all day, and Dan had finals but we were able to sneak in some yummy Texas Roadhouse and a movie into our night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't believe we have been married for 3 years, have our Little Ty and will be having another baby in August! I love, and laugh, looking through our engagement/wedding photos and remembering those easier times in life and how we thought we knew everything... Though life continues to get busier and harder in ways, I wouldn't trade what I have now for anything! I am amazed every year at how much our love and friendship grows. It's so exciting! I love looking forward to what life brings, and the best part about it is being able to share all of this and go through all of this with my Best Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Love you forever Dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-3875014397817623381?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3875014397817623381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=3875014397817623381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3875014397817623381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3875014397817623381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-years.html' title='Three Years!!!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLiuyOgNm9Y/Tbw7m8HC2zI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hZIXD9CgoBQ/s72-c/121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6059145357729125932</id><published>2011-04-15T17:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T18:35:24.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lG_KtJBnikY/Tajdw-WDVxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/3Okn-QdFbDY/s1600/DSCN2858.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lG_KtJBnikY/Tajdw-WDVxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/3Okn-QdFbDY/s400/DSCN2858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595966370446792466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister in law did the cutest birthday party for her oldest boy, it was like a mini carnival! The kids had all of these fun stations and one of them was "face painting." Dan was in charge of this one and had a lot of fun, especially making Ty into a little devil. I can't get the picture with the finished result to download so you kind of get the idea, he looked adorable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03HN2HFGSV0/TajdATIGUsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/bkGn5ELuIC8/s1600/DSCN2832.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03HN2HFGSV0/TajdATIGUsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/bkGn5ELuIC8/s400/DSCN2832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595965534211822274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan and I were able to go on a date to a Jazz game. We were on the third row! It was kind of weird, in the beginning it felt like we were at a High School game because we were so close to the players! Ronnie Price and I made eye contact... I swear!! But we had SO much fun! The funnest part was that it was just me and Dan. We like to go out to eat and do things but usually bring Ty with us (its just easier) but you don't realize how all your attention goes to your baby until he's not around. It was fun to have an adult conversation and not have to worry if I had everything in the diaper bag. Thanks to my mom who watched him last second for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf3Gwh-N7bM/TajZyviSXzI/AAAAAAAAAz8/KLij0aDCfvo/s1600/DSCN2887.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf3Gwh-N7bM/TajZyviSXzI/AAAAAAAAAz8/KLij0aDCfvo/s400/DSCN2887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595962002784804658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is up with this weather?!! I had this funny picture of all three of us making sad faces out in the cold, but of course another picture that won't download! Ugh!! Anyways, this one did so you can see how cute Ty looks in his little russian hat. We went to my brothers soccer game and it was Freeeezing!!! But Ty was a good sport, he always is.&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/1048512686386527848-6059145357729125932?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6059145357729125932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6059145357729125932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6059145357729125932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6059145357729125932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/few-randoms.html' title='Few Randoms'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lG_KtJBnikY/Tajdw-WDVxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/3Okn-QdFbDY/s72-c/DSCN2858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6935504575565080148</id><published>2011-04-12T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:59:46.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yes. it is what you think it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhlGiiMaNe0/TaTYa4ZHtCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WF_7M6Lv29U/s1600/DSCN2855.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhlGiiMaNe0/TaTYa4ZHtCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WF_7M6Lv29U/s400/DSCN2855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594834593426945058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6935504575565080148?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6935504575565080148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6935504575565080148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6935504575565080148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6935504575565080148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes-it-is-what-you-think-it-is.html' title='yes. it is what you think it is'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhlGiiMaNe0/TaTYa4ZHtCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WF_7M6Lv29U/s72-c/DSCN2855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-4089034212320776751</id><published>2011-04-06T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:43:15.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH and if you haven't heard yet, we are having another BOY!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-4089034212320776751?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4089034212320776751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=4089034212320776751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4089034212320776751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4089034212320776751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/by-way.html' title='By the Way...'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-7626719553687324</id><published>2011-04-04T21:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:18:43.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My M&amp;M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MONSTER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you not fall in love with this little face? It's a good thing he has a smile that melts my heart because this little monster is the busiest thing that crawls around! He has just discovered how to open cabinets (not my favorite thing, but probably his) He loves to play with toilet paper, anything found in the garbage, all things that are plugged in (dangerous) Puts ANYTHING and EVERYTHING in his mouth (very dangerous) and his latest and greatest, playing with the toilet brush cleaner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWaqaR1u6G4/TZqQRTintUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aIv-5dqNJrE/s1600/DSCN2840.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWaqaR1u6G4/TZqQRTintUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aIv-5dqNJrE/s400/DSCN2840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591940514311550274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and I still love him more than ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MUSICIAN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really think that Ty will be some sort of musician one day.  He LOVES music! Even when he was in my tummy he would move around like crazy when we blasted music on the radio or Dan sang to him with the guitar, though he never really moved when I sang... hmmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVkaff0OPTE/TZqPYl1WghI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Teyv_Z2EL38/s1600/DSCN2829.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVkaff0OPTE/TZqPYl1WghI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Teyv_Z2EL38/s400/DSCN2829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591939539969409554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, anytime I play the piano he comes over in a flash and is standing next to me,playing the keys with his tiny fingers.  One of his favorite things is to sit on the bench and go to town on his own little song.  Another thing he always seems to be right next to is his dad playing the guitar.  He gets SO mad if he can't strum the strings with him.  A lot of times we will lay the guitar on the floor so he can do his own thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-po6KAax9eH8/TZqPIB3-a9I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Pqw-QXr2RTU/s1600/DSCN2844.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-po6KAax9eH8/TZqPIB3-a9I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Pqw-QXr2RTU/s400/DSCN2844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591939255438830546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also loves to sing. I wish I could record him in church when we sing the hymns because he is out of control.  It is the cutest thing ever, I think he might be one of those kids in primary that belts every word out when they sing in sacrament meeting. Can't Wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-7626719553687324?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7626719553687324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=7626719553687324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7626719553687324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7626719553687324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-m.html' title='My M&amp;M'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWaqaR1u6G4/TZqQRTintUI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aIv-5dqNJrE/s72-c/DSCN2840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2467786961801416450</id><published>2011-03-15T13:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:01:05.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Feels Too Small</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe that I am pregnant.  This has been a completely different experience than it was when I was pregnant with Ty.  Sometimes I forget that I have a little baby in me! I know that sounds awful, but it's true.  It's just so different this time around.  I have a baby that I can hold, kiss, play with and take care of, he keeps me busy and takes my mind off of things which is really nice when I am feeling sick.  I have finally gotten used to being a mom to Ty and I LOVE it.  No one can prepare you for how much you love your baby, and how that love grows.  Ty is my ray of sunshine,  he is the sweetest little thing in my life.  He makes me laugh every single day.  My favorite days are when I am home all day and its just me and my little man.  I can't even explain how much I love him, I feel like my heart could burst!  I know this sounds so cliche but it just feels too overwhelming to somehow make room in my tiny heart for another baby.  I know its been done before, but the anticipation is seriously killing me!  I have been an emotional wreck today!  Poor Dan.  It's times like this where I think I am glad I am a girl because I would not want to have to deal with one!  I know everything will be okay, somehow I will be capable of loving another one just like I love Ty but I am in the moment and just wanna cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2467786961801416450?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2467786961801416450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2467786961801416450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2467786961801416450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2467786961801416450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-heart-feels-too-small.html' title='My Heart Feels Too Small'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8435961027321779434</id><published>2011-02-18T17:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:11:58.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think It's Time To Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. I am feeling like it is time.  We have had some crazy experiences and unexpected things happen the last while, which I would like to share so first off I do need to tell you all that we are PREGNANT!!  Surprisingly, this news would be the "unexpected thing that happened." I found out the day we got back from Hawaii, I had that weird feeling in my gut the whole trip and when we got home I found one test in my bathroom drawer... which is crazy because I thought I used all the tests from finding out about Ty, But there it was, and after a few minutes it was there with two red lines.  I was home alone, which wasn't the best situation because I was having a selfish moment and just not feeling ready to be sick, emotional, and fat again! Fortunately my terrible, selfish thoughts have completely changed, especially after a "crazy experience" we had a month ago. I started bleeding really bad one night, so bad that we thought for sure I had miscarried.  It was a very emotional and hard yet spiritual night. As hard as it was, we finally accepted the fact that this was Heavenly Fathers will.  The next morning we went into the Doctor to confirm what what had happened.  They did an ultrasound to check everything, and there on that screen was our little baby, laying there safely with a strong, healthy heartbeat! I don't know how to explain all the things I have learned through this experience/miracle, but I will say it has reminded me how blessed we all are and also that we need to be ready for any trial or trying time that may come because they will come.  This past month I have realized even more how Life is such a precious gift.  I am still bleeding.  I go in every two weeks for an ultrasound, I am SO thankful for the technology we have to be able to monitor situations like these. I am also grateful to know that whatever happens we will be alright.  Our doctor is very optimistic that everything will be okay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVqyTJHNTdU/TV8VHWltMkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/MgIuxzzB34E/s1600/DSCN2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVqyTJHNTdU/TV8VHWltMkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/MgIuxzzB34E/s400/DSCN2770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575198079774962242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know Ty doesn't understand what is going on right now, but I like to look at this picture and  think that he is already having fun playing with his little brother... or sister, but we think its a boy. We feel very blessed and are so excited to add another member to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8435961027321779434?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8435961027321779434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8435961027321779434' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8435961027321779434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8435961027321779434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-its-time-to-tell.html' title='I Think It&apos;s Time To Tell'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVqyTJHNTdU/TV8VHWltMkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/MgIuxzzB34E/s72-c/DSCN2770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5255040473061764757</id><published>2011-01-21T14:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:31:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 1/2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally some pictures of my Little Ty.  He is 7 1/2 months old and can I just say how much I LOVE this stage!  His personality is coming out more and more.  I feel like I can actually play with him and he responds to me.  His laugh is the most contagious thing, he shakes his head NO to everything and he is crawling everywhere!  Even though I have to watch him like a hawk now, I would rather it be this way because two weeks ago he WAS NOT the happiest baby.  He would get so frustrated because he was stuck in his little rolling circle that he couldn't get out of and couldn't get anywhere he wanted to.  Now he is exploring his huge world called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Our Home" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTn20PwA7ZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/BRK3lvCEybc/s1600/DSCN2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTn20PwA7ZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/BRK3lvCEybc/s400/DSCN2713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564750192034508178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ty doesn't act like a baby very often but there are a few things he just can't let go of... Like The Swaddle.  As you can see in this picture his swaddle is barely put together enough to be called one.   There are huge rips and holes everywhere, but still he wants it for every nap and when he goes down for the night.  Hey if this helps him sleep better, I can hold on to this one for as long as he wants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTn2qHa85LI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iQnjySWvwuY/s1600/DSCN2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTn2qHa85LI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iQnjySWvwuY/s400/DSCN2725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564750017999987890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another thing about him is his FAVORITE toy is a Tag.  Thats right any tag on a toy, blanket, clothing, whatever, wherever, if its a tag, he is all over it!  He plays with it, sucks on it, sings to it, rubs it on his cheek... It makes him so happy, it is the funniest thing!  Oh and if you look closely in this picture you can see his adorably, crooked two bottom teeth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little guy is for sure going to be seeing the orthodontist!!&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/1048512686386527848-5255040473061764757?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5255040473061764757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5255040473061764757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5255040473061764757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5255040473061764757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/01/7-12-months.html' title='7 1/2 Months'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTn20PwA7ZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/BRK3lvCEybc/s72-c/DSCN2713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8287609548164140465</id><published>2011-01-18T23:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:32:20.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Dad...</title><content type='html'>priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTaEu0q8neI/AAAAAAAAAyg/caaOodO8Ihw/s1600/DSCN2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTaEu0q8neI/AAAAAAAAAyg/caaOodO8Ihw/s400/DSCN2615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563780329610452450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8287609548164140465?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8287609548164140465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8287609548164140465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8287609548164140465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8287609548164140465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-with-dad.html' title='Time with Dad...'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TTaEu0q8neI/AAAAAAAAAyg/caaOodO8Ihw/s72-c/DSCN2615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2031585280659143899</id><published>2011-01-09T22:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:48:59.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Christmas/New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am such a terrible blogger! It's already 2011 and I just posted about our Maui trip... It's a New Year and time for some New Goals! The Holidays were so much fun.  We soaked in all the time we had with our family, and its been so fun to have our own little family now.  December consisted of: Kurt Bestor Concert, lots of white elephant parties, school/work break, late nights playing nerts, eating way too much, gift exchanges, LOTS of Family Time, too many trips to walmart, Dan on the guitar singing christmas songs, cooking cooking cooking, afternoon naps, loving every second of it all. This was the only picture I could find on Christmas, but at least I got one! My little sister got us all new pajamas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TSqWpsM0_RI/AAAAAAAAAyU/UwwO3jQuKVY/s1600/DSCN2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TSqWpsM0_RI/AAAAAAAAAyU/UwwO3jQuKVY/s400/DSCN2626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560422332926065938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life has been good to us: We are living in our home and loving our neighbors (and having a garage and yard.) I was able to go back to work to help us get the loan. Dan is on his last semester before graduating. Ty has been growing way to quickly he is sitting up, army crawling everywhere, has two bottom teeth (his first one came in while we were in Hawaii), puts his arms out to be held, eating fruits/veggies/rice cereal and getting super chunky, and slowly starting to wave with his fingers. I do take pictures of him, it just takes me forever to upload them on my computer... Like I said, I am making some New Goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2031585280659143899?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2031585280659143899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2031585280659143899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2031585280659143899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2031585280659143899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-christmasnew-year.html' title='A Quick Christmas/New Year'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TSqWpsM0_RI/AAAAAAAAAyU/UwwO3jQuKVY/s72-c/DSCN2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-7385015169060036521</id><published>2010-12-21T11:32:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:54:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui Trip</title><content type='html'>We went to Maui a couple of weeks ago with some of Dan's family; his parents, Scottie and Jessica.  We all had a really great time with lots of sun, the beach, hiking, snorkeling, and boogie boarding! It was weird to see christmas trees and hear christmas music while laying on the beach, but it was a very relaxing trip and fun to get away from the cold for awhile. WE DID NOT TAKE TY. It was the hardest thing I have done up to this point in my life! My Mom had him for the week which was wonderful so I didn't have to worry if he was being taken care of, because really he was just fine without me!... I was the one who wasn't fine! No, Dan says I did good and luckily we had Skype so that made it a little easier :) Hope you enjoy some pics we took in Maui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us in a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2_SC1DPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BM0HQ5icGzw/s1600/DSCN2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2_SC1DPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BM0HQ5icGzw/s400/DSCN2499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555109863676513522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400 Ft. Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe3Te7RrUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vKncgcsFFWM/s1600/DSCN2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe3Te7RrUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vKncgcsFFWM/s400/DSCN2545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555110210731879746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans Creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRizZ5OWUUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/EiSqT-kVGAM/s1600/DSCN2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRizZ5OWUUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/EiSqT-kVGAM/s400/DSCN2552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555387397800612162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let me do the hair so I could feel cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2o8a-dSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/f8Of1xlAQpg/s1600/DSCN2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2o8a-dSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/f8Of1xlAQpg/s400/DSCN2557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555109479915091234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2enYt7lI/AAAAAAAAAw0/O07yb9aOTGU/s1600/DSCN2534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2enYt7lI/AAAAAAAAAw0/O07yb9aOTGU/s400/DSCN2534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555109302469783122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool tree on one of our hikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2T5lJ54I/AAAAAAAAAws/KCGx5MBtkec/s1600/DSCN2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2T5lJ54I/AAAAAAAAAws/KCGx5MBtkec/s400/DSCN2519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555109118375225218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing next to a small cliff where water would splash up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2DPUng4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/Cbq_DcS1h6g/s1600/DSCN2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2DPUng4I/AAAAAAAAAwk/Cbq_DcS1h6g/s400/DSCN2483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555108832153666434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the stops on The Road to Hana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe3KsFbxcI/AAAAAAAAAxM/O1IGZ9w9q-g/s1600/DSCN2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe3KsFbxcI/AAAAAAAAAxM/O1IGZ9w9q-g/s400/DSCN2523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555110059645322690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan running over the waves (hilarious to watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRi0rN51UgI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IVvHon3d9mA/s1600/DSCN2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRi0rN51UgI/AAAAAAAAAx0/IVvHon3d9mA/s400/DSCN2460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555388794921112066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A super old tree in Lahaina that grew other trees through its roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRDy9SnjZRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/6DMMqw30F-M/s1600/DSCN2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRDy9SnjZRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/6DMMqw30F-M/s400/DSCN2464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553205475331499282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Maui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRizhkmWrVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/zoBOo-9yy74/s1600/DSCN2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRizhkmWrVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/zoBOo-9yy74/s400/DSCN2549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555387529703107922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-7385015169060036521?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7385015169060036521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=7385015169060036521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7385015169060036521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7385015169060036521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/12/maui-trip.html' title='Maui Trip'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TRe2_SC1DPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/BM0HQ5icGzw/s72-c/DSCN2499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2808478470719484181</id><published>2010-11-23T14:36:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:56:48.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates almost over</title><content type='html'>here are some pics of the house from the last month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw4kXNBooI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6iyjSMBfIfc/s1600/DSCN2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw4kXNBooI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6iyjSMBfIfc/s400/DSCN2234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542867438741332610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw35CXjj_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/Q5f12N6DYhA/s1600/DSCN2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw35CXjj_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/Q5f12N6DYhA/s400/DSCN2262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542866694413979634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOxFRfSNejI/AAAAAAAAAuY/w64vOfAvhF0/s1600/DSCN2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOxFRfSNejI/AAAAAAAAAuY/w64vOfAvhF0/s400/DSCN2266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542881408144210482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw4CWAWRhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/k0Wfkdg0LBo/s1600/DSCN2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw4CWAWRhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/k0Wfkdg0LBo/s400/DSCN2282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542866854304171538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw01612W8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/TDy5-kPgakI/s1600/DSCN2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw01612W8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/TDy5-kPgakI/s400/DSCN2449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542863342319066050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2808478470719484181?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2808478470719484181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2808478470719484181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2808478470719484181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2808478470719484181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/11/transforming.html' title='updates almost over'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TOw4kXNBooI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6iyjSMBfIfc/s72-c/DSCN2234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-7758581777148153689</id><published>2010-11-17T18:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:12:00.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and NOT Found</title><content type='html'>So all of our pictures are on our Mac, and SOMEONE (i think we all know who) has lost the charger to this Mac. SO, I need to get another charger but more important things seem to keep coming up. For now I just need to say that our fast progressing home is just about finished, and our even faster progressing Baby Ty is growing up way too quickly! He is rolling around everywhere, moving in circles, holding his bottle, and bringing more joy into our lives than we could ever hope for. Basically life is treating us very well :) Pics hopefully up this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-7758581777148153689?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7758581777148153689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=7758581777148153689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7758581777148153689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7758581777148153689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-and-not-found.html' title='Lost and NOT Found'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-1836861302852582083</id><published>2010-10-14T22:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:36:46.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLffVPxXBeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jv3E1Uap5p0/s1600/DSCN2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLffVPxXBeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jv3E1Uap5p0/s320/DSCN2228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528132623724381666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We NEVER planned on being into a house this early in life so we are feeling very blessed and a little obsessed with our constant progressing home. We seriously stop by every day and it feels like christmas every day we do! Ty loves coming too, its probably just because we are basically outside when we go inside, but I love to pretend that he understands what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLff3LuijII/AAAAAAAAAnA/h_4--AVp7dk/s1600/DSCN2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLff3LuijII/AAAAAAAAAnA/h_4--AVp7dk/s320/DSCN2234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528133206754364546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  All the framing is done! Danny has started on the deck and we are hoping to have that done sometime next week. Sorry if this stuff is boring to you, but I think this will be fun to have and see especially years down the road. So something not boring at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLflljbsxRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/22Y1bx9xF-w/s1600/DSCN2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLflljbsxRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/22Y1bx9xF-w/s320/DSCN2237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528139500949914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Our little monster. We love him sooo much! We were with family the other night and they were shooting nerf guns so Danny put one on Ty's head and he started making this face like he just got shot, he did it all night. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLfmVTWwRAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/IYiEhdMd9us/s1600/DSCN2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLfmVTWwRAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/IYiEhdMd9us/s320/DSCN2238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528140321267926018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Also our little guy is addicted to the TV! He gets upset when he can hear it but not see it, he is such a stubborn one :) I am pretty sure The Office is his favorite and he loves watching football with his dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-1836861302852582083?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1836861302852582083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=1836861302852582083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1836861302852582083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1836861302852582083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TLffVPxXBeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jv3E1Uap5p0/s72-c/DSCN2228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2847471215777107348</id><published>2010-10-08T14:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:48:47.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOOK IS FINISHED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK-BH0koqmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vjM6RaJAGy4/s1600/DSCN2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK-BH0koqmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vjM6RaJAGy4/s320/DSCN2070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525777239178259042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160+ hours of hard work does pay off :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2847471215777107348?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2847471215777107348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2847471215777107348' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2847471215777107348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2847471215777107348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-is-finished.html' title='THE BOOK IS FINISHED!!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK-BH0koqmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vjM6RaJAGy4/s72-c/DSCN2070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-7953639695005965838</id><published>2010-10-06T22:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:12:52.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a piece of land</title><content type='html'>we bought this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1TbPfRRZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ScLh_alwxSY/s1600/DSCN2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1TbPfRRZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ScLh_alwxSY/s320/DSCN2181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525164045332727186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they started digging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1Tti3LaDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/P5uwKVch3e8/s1600/DSCN2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1Tti3LaDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/P5uwKVch3e8/s320/DSCN2183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525164359770925106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then put these in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1UOfY59LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/RjNND7eRmfY/s1600/DSCN2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1UOfY59LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/RjNND7eRmfY/s320/DSCN2194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525164925774329010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1UXxEuBwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yV1M5H0bQew/s1600/DSCN2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1UXxEuBwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yV1M5H0bQew/s320/DSCN2207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525165085140322050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as of today we have this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1UkYAEwJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/V2KjxPamQFM/s1600/DSCN2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1UkYAEwJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/V2KjxPamQFM/s320/DSCN2224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525165301748252818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so excited to be building a home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-7953639695005965838?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7953639695005965838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=7953639695005965838' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7953639695005965838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7953639695005965838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/10/piece-of-land.html' title='a piece of land'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TK1TbPfRRZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ScLh_alwxSY/s72-c/DSCN2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-7613317481329120291</id><published>2010-09-20T19:22:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:52:09.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgJAnigtSI/AAAAAAAAAko/c2-GTpBLVME/s1600/DSCN1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgJAnigtSI/AAAAAAAAAko/c2-GTpBLVME/s320/DSCN1798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519171249560925474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot has happened this summer...and I haven't blogged about one single thing! I am just going to apologize now that some of these pictures were taken a couple of months ago, but I will be so mad at myself if I don't do a quick recap on the past 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgJJNAwAgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/atdYzAAfOmQ/s1600/DSCN1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgJJNAwAgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/atdYzAAfOmQ/s320/DSCN1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519171397058822658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blessed Ty on the 4th of July.  He was only a month old and was an angel all day. Its funny I was so nervous that morning it felt like I was going to be the one blessing him! Dan did a great job and Ty was so cute, it seemed like he knew it was his special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgPuq-LnQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bJ25RgJS0Wc/s1600/DSCN1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgPuq-LnQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/bJ25RgJS0Wc/s320/DSCN1746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519178637826039042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to see a lot of family that came down to visit.  We had a lot of BBQ's and late nights of 3-13 and Ticket to Ride.  Of course we made it to the annual Seven Peaks get together (even though Ty was only a few weeks old) I was able to get a few rides in, though every time I ran back to make sure he was okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgPKL6mQKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/76ZfxyL5R-A/s1600/DSCN1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgPKL6mQKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/76ZfxyL5R-A/s320/DSCN1835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519178011014217890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boating was a lot of fun this summer! I was actually dreading it, but I underestimated my son! He loved being on the boat! I wasn't able to do much behind the boat this year, but Dan was awesome on the wakeboard and surf board as usual. I am learning to have fun by watching other people experience fun...now I am really starting to sound like a Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgTNDUYZWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pWB-gWwapls/s1600/DSCN2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgTNDUYZWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pWB-gWwapls/s320/DSCN2166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519182458292561250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to visit right after I had the baby.  She was 35 weeks pregnant and drove 10 hours with her two other kids, she has always been the best sister and greatest supporter! Unfortuanetly I didn't get any pictures when she came the fist time, but I did get some the last time she came!  This is Ty and his younger cousin Jake, they are 7 weeks apart! Can you tell which one is older and younger? They are basically the same size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgNuziEh5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/DqheF5AXo54/s1600/DSCN2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgNuziEh5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/DqheF5AXo54/s320/DSCN2125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519176441100797842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Family Reunion on my moms side in Fairview.  It was so fun to see everyone, relax, play card games first thing in the morning while eating breakfast, and continue to play til 2am the next morning. The weather was beautiful, except for our lake day, figures. Ty just loves being outside, I love how his hand is on Dannys shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgMbQxaHQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4cOYG8Xj3sM/s1600/DSCN2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgMbQxaHQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4cOYG8Xj3sM/s320/DSCN2138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519175005840743682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last trip we took was to Washington D.C.  We went for a twin study that we have been apart of for the past 8 years. They paid for the flights, hotel, food, and even paid us for the testing we did! This was our group.  Six of us siblings were part of the testing.  I am not going to share much about the testing but I will just say that I am a HORRIBLE test taker and I am sure the people that tested me were trying so hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgNLVyiETI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ck_X84CAy30/s1600/DSCN2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgNLVyiETI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ck_X84CAy30/s320/DSCN2151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519175831821357362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to go to most of the sights and museums, at least the ones that everyone told us to go to.  I LOVED seeing the Declaration of Independence, it was actually a very spiritual experience to see. The Holocaust Museum is something I will never forget, everyone should go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJglRHZNBqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ADSPUkHY9NI/s1600/DSCN2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJglRHZNBqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ADSPUkHY9NI/s320/DSCN2159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519202319315306146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Ty was a lot of fun, but I don't think I will ever take a baby on a trip like that again.  It was too much being nervous on the airplane and praying that he wouldn't cry, taking him down to the dirty metro and trying to keep him covered from the infectious diseases floating around everywhere, just being out of my element with a baby was pretty stressful, its a good thing I had my family with me to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgMFm6jPCI/AAAAAAAAAlA/lOKAgnjrpWQ/s1600/DSCN2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgMFm6jPCI/AAAAAAAAAlA/lOKAgnjrpWQ/s320/DSCN2132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519174633827548194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And that is it!  Pretty quick and simple.  My boys are getting pretty bored with me so I am gonna end this before they fall asleep on me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-7613317481329120291?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7613317481329120291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=7613317481329120291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7613317481329120291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7613317481329120291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-happenings.html' title='Summer Happenings'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TJgJAnigtSI/AAAAAAAAAko/c2-GTpBLVME/s72-c/DSCN1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-114850987906318032</id><published>2010-08-10T09:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:02:42.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STATS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TGF3_IgCD-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/iy7mbjRdX_c/s1600/DSCN1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TGF3_IgCD-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/iy7mbjRdX_c/s400/DSCN1843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503812146120757218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to take this little man to his 2 month check up... &lt;br /&gt;We are still recovering. &lt;br /&gt;Weight: 11 1/2 lbs (35%)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 22 3/4 inches (37%)&lt;br /&gt;Head: 15 1/2 inches (30%)&lt;br /&gt;He was so good when he got his shots, he didn't scream, he did that heartbreaking whimper cry with his sweet little pouty face that said, "How could you do this to me?" It literally broke my heart. After his appointment I went down to the pharmacy to get him some infant Tylenol, the lady that was helping me started talking to Ty and asked him about his shots; to which he started pouting again and gave a whimpering sigh and started telling her the whole story, he really is the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TGFt_uWdGQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-18zXpl327c/s1600/DSCN1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TGFt_uWdGQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-18zXpl327c/s400/DSCN1936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503801161164855554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he would be in higher percentiles since everyone tells me how big he is and are so surprised he is only 2 months.  I am finding that its more his mannerisms, he doesn't act like he is 2 month! He doesn't like to cuddle, he has been rolling over since 3 weeks, he likes to be held up like in this picture, he farts ALL the time (just like his dad) he loves to stand up on his legs, he turns his head in every way possible, and he hates to go to sleep like a 2 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TGF9HOj2FyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0qh4342chOU/s1600/DSCN1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TGF9HOj2FyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0qh4342chOU/s400/DSCN1931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503817782744454946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this look like a 2 month old to you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-114850987906318032?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/114850987906318032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=114850987906318032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/114850987906318032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/114850987906318032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/08/stats.html' title='STATS'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TGF3_IgCD-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/iy7mbjRdX_c/s72-c/DSCN1843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2054549581744074318</id><published>2010-07-28T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:43:10.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Burrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TFCfSqJIl2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/QcbPzxSMyZo/s1600/DSCN1616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TFCfSqJIl2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/QcbPzxSMyZo/s400/DSCN1616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness I just love this little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2054549581744074318?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2054549581744074318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2054549581744074318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2054549581744074318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2054549581744074318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-favorite-burrito.html' title='My Favorite Burrito'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TFCfSqJIl2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/QcbPzxSMyZo/s72-c/DSCN1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5063820028265558914</id><published>2010-07-04T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:37:02.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty's Story</title><content type='html'>It all started Sunday, May 30th. I was trying not to complain but I was having pretty bad cramps all day. Mentally and emotionally I felt like I couldn't go another day of being pregnant. I wasn't sleeping, I was uncomfortable, I just felt done. So being the smart girl that I am, that night we were over at my parents and I decided to go outside and jump on the tramp... just to help the baby out a little. After that the cramps did get a little worse and continued to throughout the night. I woke up every 30 minutes to pain I had never felt before and somehow was able to fall back asleep, after only getting about 2 hours of sleep I got out of bed and tried taking a bath, lying on the couch, watching a movie, anything to get my mind off of the horrible cramps! When I honestly felt like I couldn't take it anymore Danny and I decided to say our morning prayers, he was praying and during the middle of it I felt like I had wet my pants. I waited until he was done and then rushed to the bathroom to find that my water had broke! I yelled to Danny that It Was Time!! At this point my "cramps" were literally unbearable! I couldn't even breathe, it seemed like once the pain stopped just a little it went right back up again. It was then that I realized that I was having labor contractions! We called my Mom to let her know what was going on. She talked me through the contractions on the drive and then met us at the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived a little after 10:30 am, the first thing they did when we got there was check to make sure I was actually ready to have the baby. I was dilated to a 3 (almost a 4) and 100% effaced, I was ready! Now I had two big concerns, especially with it being Memorial Day and knowing that Doctors were only on call. 1) I needed to get the antibiotic in me asap to protect the baby from Group B Strep 2) When am I getting the epidural?! One of the nurses went to call the Doctor while the other one started asking me 100 questions! I don't know why they do this, I don't think any woman in labor is in the right mind set to answer such hard questions like are you married, single, or divorced?  To which my reply was "single." This is my proof of how much pain I really was in, Danny and my Mom were dying!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next they wheeled me into the Labor/Delivery room and started setting everything up. They got the antibiotic going, which was a huge relief, but still feeling all that pain! (I don't know how any of you crazy women can go natural?) After what seemed like an eternity of squeezing Danny's hand and trying to breathe through each contraction, I finally got that AMAZING epidural! Wow am I thankful for modern day medicine! As soon as it kicked in my body relaxed so much that it jumped from a 3 to a 9 in seconds. All the sudden a bunch of nurses ran in, I was put on oxygen and everyone was telling me to push! I knew that something was wrong but all I could do was try to stay calm, breathe, and pray that my little baby would be kept safe. I guess what had happened was my body relaxed so much from the epidural that I jumped from a 3 to an 8 which put a ton of pressure on Ty's head and made it really hard for him to breathe. (his heart rate went from the 160's down to the 60's in seconds) One of the nurses was able to push on my cervix to take pressure off of Ty's head and that helped him to breathe better. After things settled down my doctor showed up, checked me and said I was a 9 and things were looking great.  He said he would come back to check on me in a little while and as he got up to leave Ty's heart rate dropped down again to 60... Doc said it was time to get the baby out! Once again I was trying to stay calm, I started pushing and at 11:59 am (less than 10 minutes later) I was looking at our precious little baby. It really was the most surreal thing I had ever experienced, to see that precious little baby and know that he was ours. I was just so thankful that he was out, crying, and everything seemed okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took him down to do the some tests and results showed that too many of his white blood cells were immature, our little guy was sick. They decided to do another test the next morning and see if results came back better, but when they came back things still weren't looking good, they had gotten even a little worse. Now they were also nervous that he might have gotten Group B Strep since I had the antibiotics in me for only an hour so after talking with a lot of nurses and the doctor we decided that Ty needed to go to the NICU. Being first time parents this was a very stressful decision for us, we didn't know what was going on, how severe it really was, and how everything would turn out. My mom called us that morning just to check and see how we were doing and I briefly told her the situation. Within minutes she was at the hospital. My mom seriously saved us that week, for the next two days she came in the morning and sat next to Ty all day long so that I could go back to my room between feedings and try to get some sleep. Knowing that someone who loved my son was watching him while I wasn't there made things a lot less stressful for us. I don't think we could've gotten through that week without her love and support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four days of testing, monitoring, and antibiotics Ty was feeling better and we were finally able to take him home. Our experience at the hospital was stressful and not what we expected, but we grew so much as a couple and closer to our Heavenly Father. I know that prayers and the priesthood are what helped Ty get better and am so thankful for all the love and support that was shown to us that first week. I wouldn't take anything back that we experienced, and am so happy to be home with our beautiful healthy baby Ty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5063820028265558914?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5063820028265558914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5063820028265558914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5063820028265558914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5063820028265558914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/tys-story.html' title='Ty&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-4103898651241575290</id><published>2010-06-28T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:21:11.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tub Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TCl-7rAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/osmy1yW01OQ/s1600/DSCN1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TCl-7rAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/osmy1yW01OQ/s400/DSCN1654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488057184550851954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had just finished writing the whole story of Ty's birth and the week at the hospital but somehow lost it :( It's going to take me awhile to have the patience to write it again, but on a happier note Ty had his first "real" bath the other day!  It took forever for his umbilical cord to fall out but now its out and he is loving tub time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TCl_fAN7cfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZWOIYzFeoOs/s1600/DSCN1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TCl_fAN7cfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZWOIYzFeoOs/s400/DSCN1656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488057791538754034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma came over and gave him his first real bath in the sink just like we all did when we were babies. Can't believe how much my little guy is growing, loving being a mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-4103898651241575290?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4103898651241575290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=4103898651241575290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4103898651241575290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4103898651241575290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/tub-time.html' title='Tub Time'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TCl-7rAvFXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/osmy1yW01OQ/s72-c/DSCN1654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5907318910070604585</id><published>2010-06-09T20:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:45:54.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TBBPW53-rkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pPH-ipErqwQ/s1600/DSCN1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TBBPW53-rkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pPH-ipErqwQ/s400/DSCN1576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480968001421225538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is here! Baby Ty decided to come on May 31, I know that was a week and a half ago... Blogging just isn't my top priority right now.  His story of how he came is a little crazy and the first week of his life is even crazier!  I will post details as soon as I can, for now he is safe, healthy, and we are loving every second of our new little family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5907318910070604585?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5907318910070604585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5907318910070604585' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5907318910070604585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5907318910070604585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/ty-daniel-wilson.html' title='Ty Daniel'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/TBBPW53-rkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pPH-ipErqwQ/s72-c/DSCN1576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-187864926860526795</id><published>2010-05-14T19:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:33:50.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK OUT DANS NEW ART FROM LAST SEMESTER danwilsonart.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-3-4J8s1NI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uNwFzt8e86Y/s1600/DSCN1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-3-4J8s1NI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uNwFzt8e86Y/s400/DSCN1518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471309363021665490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-187864926860526795?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/187864926860526795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=187864926860526795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/187864926860526795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/187864926860526795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/check-out-dans-new-art-from-last.html' title='CHECK OUT DANS NEW ART FROM LAST SEMESTER danwilsonart.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-3-4J8s1NI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uNwFzt8e86Y/s72-c/DSCN1518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8403168541493509441</id><published>2010-05-13T09:05:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:00:25.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wY_nt4ycI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fmikOKUeSP8/s1600/DSCN1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wY_nt4ycI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fmikOKUeSP8/s400/DSCN1349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470775128620583362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out we were able to go to Cali!! It was such a fun week, we took my younger brother Jared and my twin sisters Kristi and Holly with us.  We usually like to vacation alone, but with me being pregnant we thought it would be fun to have some people with us since I couldn't do everything... or so we thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-waeaWEttI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JzC7_E19gFk/s1600/DSCN1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-waeaWEttI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JzC7_E19gFk/s400/DSCN1327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470776757118613202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our first days there, Dan and I went to the San Diego Zoo. I had never been there before so I was really stoked! I think I sat at every bench I came too, that place is huge! We walked way too much!  Dan loved the orangutans, this little guy sat in this corner for so long, we took a ton of pics but this by far was my favorite, it looks like he is trying to bite his face off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wZztxxGtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/LlfMGPH-oXo/s1600/DSCN1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wZztxxGtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/LlfMGPH-oXo/s400/DSCN1353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470776023600667346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is convinced he is prego.  He is always saying how he has felt all the signs and symptoms with me throughout the pregnancy, he knows exactly what I have been going through :)  This is me at 36 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wYsTEKKCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7PN4MPq0kCQ/s1600/DSCN1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wYsTEKKCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7PN4MPq0kCQ/s400/DSCN1338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470774796659337250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Adventures was one of our funnest days!  It is our favorite place!  I was excited, but not thrilled since I knew that being pregnant I wouldn't be able to do all the things I wanted to.  Well after a couple of hours being there we found out that most of the signs said they don't recommend pregnant women going on the rides... recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wXJNHWMxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OfakLnaRlXo/s1600/DSCN1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wXJNHWMxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OfakLnaRlXo/s400/DSCN1347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470773094255047442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!  I was able to do everything except the California Screamer.  Yes I went on Soarin, the Log Ride, and even Tower of Terror! It was so much fun!  I know our baby loved it!  He is going to be an adventurous one, I just know it!  We also went to all the 3D shows and of course our favorite, Toy Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wZSEadIdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ssafC3GZqGk/s1600/DSCN1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wZSEadIdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ssafC3GZqGk/s400/DSCN1357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470775445561352658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach.  What more can I say, it was WONDERFUL!  This pic is awful, I know, but I had to show how I had the genius idea of digging a huge hole that my belly could fit into so that I can sun tan and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wYCr9EPMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OTJbkO9kBR4/s1600/DSCN1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wYCr9EPMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OTJbkO9kBR4/s400/DSCN1364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470774081785969858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He are the Professional Boogie Boarders.  They went out for hours and hours, it was so fun to watch them catch the waves.  Seriously by the end of the week they were way good!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wVuC5TMzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EwPbn3vZB-o/s1600/DSCN1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wVuC5TMzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EwPbn3vZB-o/s400/DSCN1366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470771528143680306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wXaXKMyVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0q1biYXEbeY/s1600/DSCN1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wXaXKMyVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0q1biYXEbeY/s400/DSCN1355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470773389009144146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove by the Newport Temple, I had never seen a picture of it before.  It is absolutely beautiful, and the temple grounds are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wXw6WT8aI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RYb95HuXwBY/s1600/DSCN1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wXw6WT8aI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RYb95HuXwBY/s400/DSCN1370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470773776412307874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny story, I bought shampoo and conditioner for the condo we were staying at (which by the way was awesome, we played tennis every morning, they had badminton and shuffle board courts, a pool and hot tub, Bbq grills, ping pong, etc...) Anyways, after our first day there I realized I had bought two shampoos so we ran to the store and I grabbed a conditioner, later on my sister went to use it and realized I had bought another shampoo! Seriously, I am losing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wYTvoOq0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WqaUns6-hXQ/s1600/DSCN1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wYTvoOq0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WqaUns6-hXQ/s400/DSCN1343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470774374830091074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was so fun, I am so happy we were able to go!  I think we are going to take this picture every time we go and see how our family changes through the years.  Its already started to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8403168541493509441?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8403168541493509441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8403168541493509441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8403168541493509441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8403168541493509441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/cali-trip.html' title='Cali Trip'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S-wY_nt4ycI/AAAAAAAAAZo/fmikOKUeSP8/s72-c/DSCN1349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6317326002764463114</id><published>2010-04-29T19:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:37:02.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9oudutihqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ktUVfW2TLUo/s1600/114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9oudutihqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ktUVfW2TLUo/s320/114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465732186057639586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been married for two years, and I am still as excited as I was the day we got married!  Marriage is awesome.  I love spending everyday with my best friend, and growing and progressing together.  This past year we have had some great memorable times, and some hard ones too; but I would not take anything back for what we have right now.  Every good and bad thing we have gone through has made our marriage that much better.  To celebrate, we went out to eat and did a card exchange.  My card had a gift card to go shopping, which I will be using AFTER I have the baby and hopefully get back to my normal self and Danny got a bunch of stuff from his favorite store, Ross.  We also made a deal... we came up with a verbal contract of two things that each of us needs to work on and promised the other person we would spend everyday this next year working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9owpM3HvbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/opulcnBi214/s1600/DSCN1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9owpM3HvbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/opulcnBi214/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465734582152707506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even shook on it, I know that everyone who knows Danny knows this was all his idea; and thats why I love him so much!  He is always looking for ways to be better.  He is supposed to work on 1- Being more Romantic and 2- Eating with his mouth closed :)  I will be working on 1-My pride, try to take positive criticism and 2-Not over-reacting, I guess I tend to be a drama queen at times.  We were laughing so hard promising each other these things, but I really am excited to see how well we will do. Wish us luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6317326002764463114?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6317326002764463114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6317326002764463114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6317326002764463114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6317326002764463114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-years.html' title='2 years'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9oudutihqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ktUVfW2TLUo/s72-c/114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-7166116402930776943</id><published>2010-04-27T18:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:33:22.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9eG91GEaqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/11XE8o03Xy0/s1600/DSCN1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9eG91GEaqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/11XE8o03Xy0/s320/DSCN1121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464985069620062882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 weeks!!  Am I the only one that is freaking out here? I can't believe I am having this baby in less than 6 weeks!  &lt;br /&gt;So Dan and I have had this Cali trip planned for what seems like forever, we are supposed to leave on Sunday and enjoy a wonderful week of the sun, beach, the sun, and just relaxing!  We have been looking forward to this trip for way too long... The only problem is I had my doctors appointment last week and doc said that if I am dilated past a 2 I can't go!  I am trying to stay positive and not even think about not going, but really??  Am I really going to be dilated a 3 or 4 when I still have 5 weeks to go?  I need some words of comfort!!  So, just to be safe since my appointment I haven't worked out, cleaned my house, or done any sort of activity that would speed this process.  Of course we care more about our baby then a trip to Cali, so if doc says don't go we won't and I know it will be so worth it when we have this baby in our hometown and not in a desert on the side of a road in a van. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-7166116402930776943?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7166116402930776943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=7166116402930776943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7166116402930776943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7166116402930776943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/34-weeks.html' title='34 weeks'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S9eG91GEaqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/11XE8o03Xy0/s72-c/DSCN1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8267336665295153242</id><published>2010-03-29T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:39:20.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S7DFoMEGIPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/R_HWfD1eVKw/s1600/DSCN1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S7DFoMEGIPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/R_HWfD1eVKw/s320/DSCN1116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454076442969514226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a picture!  I can't believe I am already 30 weeks, that means only 10 weeks left! AH!!  I am trying not to freak out!  Seriously my whole life I have noticed girls talking about marriage, their dream house, the wedding day, and careers... all I have ever wanted to be is a mom.  I can't believe in 2 1/2 months this dream of mine is going to come true!  We are not ready at all.  We don't even have a crib, is that pathetic?  We actually have had some problems with our spare room that is supposed to be the nursery, so we are trying to get everything figured out before we put things together.  I will post about that nightmare when I have more time to explain.  For now, I am seriously just taking this one day at a time and praying that the problem will be fixed before we bring this little miracle into our home.  Being pregnant has been such a joy.  I honestly feel like I have never been this happy in my life, we even joke how I have this new laugh now (which is scary and true, I don't know where it came from?!)  Besides the first trimester I have felt fine, I am still able to work, clean houses and even work out! It's funny because when I think back on when we found out we were pregnant, it seems forever ago!  And now we just have 10 weeks left before our lives change forever.  It's going to be a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8267336665295153242?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8267336665295153242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8267336665295153242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8267336665295153242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8267336665295153242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-weeks.html' title='30 weeks'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S7DFoMEGIPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/R_HWfD1eVKw/s72-c/DSCN1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-874982146432483683</id><published>2010-03-23T19:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:27:09.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S6lx7Ui_c_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xiporux9lKc/s1600-h/DSCN1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S6lx7Ui_c_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xiporux9lKc/s320/DSCN1096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452014087850390514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mac has been broken so thats my excuse for taking so long posting this... Dan's Birthday was on the 14th, he turned 28! The night before we celebrated by gaining 7 pounds each at Tacanos (all you can eat and being pregnant don't go too well together) after the never ending dinner I surprised him with tickets to see comedian, Brian Reagan.  Finding a parking spot at Abravanel Hall took forever so we ended up being 15 minutes late, I had no idea that the seats I purchased were in the dead center! If any of you have been to this theatre I am sure you are picturing exactly what happend, us walking over about 35 people to get to our seats during the show... Humiliating!!  But the long walk paid off, Brian Reagan was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S6lzZbMjsQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hCvgcthZPAU/s1600-h/DSCN1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S6lzZbMjsQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hCvgcthZPAU/s320/DSCN1106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452015704543047938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was of course more laid back, we had a big dinner and I made him his favorite cake, German Chocolate.  I also got him a new computer, which I didn't pay a dime for, but thats a story for another day.  I love Birthdays!!  My mom always made them a big deal growing up, I hope I can keep the tradition alive!!  Happy Birthday Old Man, I love you Forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-874982146432483683?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/874982146432483683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=874982146432483683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/874982146432483683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/874982146432483683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mac-has-been-broken-so-thats-my.html' title='Old Man'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S6lx7Ui_c_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xiporux9lKc/s72-c/DSCN1096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5381804439889607295</id><published>2010-03-13T14:42:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:30:42.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S7F-X875wSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cy2TCwJ_7qQ/s1600/DSCN0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S7F-X875wSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cy2TCwJ_7qQ/s400/DSCN0861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454279573681848610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started a blog to show Dan's AMAZING Art work! He is not one to share his talents, so I figured it was time to step in and take over :) Everyone should check it out! I had him title his Art how he wanted it (he thinks he's hilarious and you'll see what I mean)  Anyways, I am excited to get this up and going. Hope you all enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;danwilsonart.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://danwilsonart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5381804439889607295?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5381804439889607295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5381804439889607295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5381804439889607295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5381804439889607295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-started-blog-to-show-dans-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S7F-X875wSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cy2TCwJ_7qQ/s72-c/DSCN0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6874529569065650759</id><published>2010-02-26T18:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:57:15.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Footsies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S4h1wW6H-MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/mdvkBvZ9JlE/s1600-h/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S4h1wW6H-MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/mdvkBvZ9JlE/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442729623320787138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see these cute little feet, I LOVE them!  I love when they move, and there is nothing better than feeling him kick me. I am a worry wart.  I am pretty sure I have my mom to thank for that trait :)  so its been a roller coaster for me the past month because I hardly ever felt him move. I was convinced that something was wrong! I didn't start feeling him move until 21 weeks, but just the past few days he has been kicking me on a regular basis.  There is NOTHING better! Now he is practicing his penalty shot and other future soccer skills and I couldn't be happier.  He also finally kicked for Dan last night, its been a frustrating patient game he has been playing on him for a month, but last night made it all worth it. I am hoping my worrying days are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6874529569065650759?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6874529569065650759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6874529569065650759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6874529569065650759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6874529569065650759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-see-these-cute-little-feet-i-love.html' title='Little Footsies'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S4h1wW6H-MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/mdvkBvZ9JlE/s72-c/DSCN0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8255886551109788930</id><published>2010-01-26T20:07:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:56:35.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Oh Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-wJgFMRfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Bzp3Q5xU9gc/s1600-h/DSCN0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-wJgFMRfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Bzp3Q5xU9gc/s320/DSCN0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431253352909129202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my BIG 24th Birthday!! It seriously was the best day EVER! And I will tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-wKGZ39TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wyzUPBY0PnM/s1600-h/DSCN0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-wKGZ39TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wyzUPBY0PnM/s320/DSCN0821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431253363196425522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off the day we got to go to the doctors office and see our cute growing baby inside of me.  It was amazing to watch it move and wiggle around, and so reassuring to see its healthy heart and know that everything is normal and okay.  We also found out that we are having a BOY!!  It was quite the shock because everyone "knew" we were having a girl, but we seriously couldn't be more thrilled to start our family with a boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-wvjhiHaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xwQC2SPN7vM/s1600-h/VSCN0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-wvjhiHaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xwQC2SPN7vM/s320/VSCN0826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431254006668336546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work Danny took me to Texas Roadhouse, which by the way is my new favorite restaurant! How come no one told me what I have been missing out on?? Those amazing rolls, delicious salad, LOADED potatoes and a tender steak... I can taste it right now! If you haven't been, you need to go... its changed my life. To finish off the day we had to get in a few games of Ticket To Ride.  It is the funnest board game!  We are addicted, and its well worth all the countless hours we have spent playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-1WDWY-VI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sjHoB2-iMQw/s1600-h/DSCN0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-1WDWY-VI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sjHoB2-iMQw/s320/DSCN0831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431259066093074770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can honestly say that I don't know anyone that has had a better birthday than the one I just had.  If all I did was go to my doctors appointment, it still would've been the best day.  I can't express enough how grateful I am that we are going to have a healthy baby.  I am also so thankful for my husband who made everything perfect today.  I love being married to my best friend, and couldn't ask for a better partner in life and dad to our future kids. Life is the greatest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8255886551109788930?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8255886551109788930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8255886551109788930' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8255886551109788930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8255886551109788930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-was-my-big-24th-birthday-it.html' title='An Oh Good Day'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/S1-wJgFMRfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Bzp3Q5xU9gc/s72-c/DSCN0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-4261733326809952929</id><published>2010-01-08T16:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:30:16.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Everything</title><content type='html'>It's been so long! Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!!  I am way too lazy to post pictures, but just so you know the Holidays were so much fun, we spent every minute with family, it couldn't have been better...  and don't worry our Christmas tree is STILL up.  Danny refuses to take it down, he is in denial that Christmas is over and hates the cold winter, this tree "brings warmth to his heart" :) Isn't he adorable.  Well I am finally over the 24/7 non stop nasuea and sickness and am really enjoying being pregnant now!  We find out in 2 weeks what we are having!!  I can't wait.  I just want to know what it is!  We really don't care either way, just hope its healthy.  I am still working, and plan on until I have the baby.  Danny is working full time and taking 22 credits this semester!!  Pretty sure he wins some crazy award for that!  I seriously can't believe how hard of a worker Danny is, Oh yah and Danny wants to start being called "Dan"  This is going to be a hard one for me since I have already written Danny four times in this post.  We will see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-4261733326809952929?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4261733326809952929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=4261733326809952929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4261733326809952929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4261733326809952929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-everything.html' title='Happy Everything'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-1574402299212902901</id><published>2009-11-04T18:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:27:13.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GREATEST Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SvIySo5RVUI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfPvcJSGsAU/s1600-h/DSCN0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SvIySo5RVUI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfPvcJSGsAU/s320/DSCN0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400434198967309634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is telling the truth...  we are actually PREGNANT!  Besides the fact that this picture looks like a teen pregnancy with our awesome braces on, we are so excited!!  This past month has been so surreal, my testimony of Heavenly Fathers plan for each of us has grown so much.  I know that he is in charge and knows us better than we know ourselves.  I didn't feel ready when we found out and at times I still don't, but I know that the Lord will qualify me if I just do my part.  I already know that Danny is going to be the greatest dad, he is SO excited and already can't wait for the little one to come out.  Well I will for sure keep everyone updated on ultrasound pics and my expanding belly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-1574402299212902901?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1574402299212902901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=1574402299212902901' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1574402299212902901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1574402299212902901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest-surprise.html' title='The GREATEST Surprise!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SvIySo5RVUI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfPvcJSGsAU/s72-c/DSCN0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-4707610713277139437</id><published>2009-10-05T23:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:14:41.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Paint</title><content type='html'>Our entertainment center has always bothered me.  We got it on craigslist for an awesome deal... hence the color of the wood.  (The picture doesn't make it look as bad as it really is) Anyways, I just felt like when you walked into our place, BAM!! Attack of the TV stand!  So after much persuasion to my dear husband, who thinks he is a better decorator than me, bless his heart.  I bought some paint and went to work!  It's amazing what paint can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SsrdJfYc3oI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qKgVtHCBZnw/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SsrdJfYc3oI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qKgVtHCBZnw/s320/DSCN0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389363059214835330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SsrdInLvQVI/AAAAAAAAANI/lpA2Zri26qg/s1600-h/DSCN0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SsrdInLvQVI/AAAAAAAAANI/lpA2Zri26qg/s320/DSCN0709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389363044129128786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-4707610713277139437?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4707610713277139437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=4707610713277139437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4707610713277139437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4707610713277139437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-entertainment-center-has-always.html' title='Power of Paint'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SsrdJfYc3oI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qKgVtHCBZnw/s72-c/DSCN0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-9018550218348872718</id><published>2009-09-14T18:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:10:07.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces Faces!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sq7mOM7M4cI/AAAAAAAAANA/BPvoksg5jb0/s1600-h/DSCN0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sq7mOM7M4cI/AAAAAAAAANA/BPvoksg5jb0/s320/DSCN0666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381491736416412098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always wanted to know if we would've been attracted to each other in Jr. High... so we both got braces!!  Well, not really.  The true story is that I work at an orthodontic office and my boss wanted to fix my bite, so I got braces.  Just two weeks later we found out that Danny's bite was off too so... TADA!!!  It's going to be a LONG 9-12 months for both of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-9018550218348872718?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9018550218348872718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=9018550218348872718' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/9018550218348872718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/9018550218348872718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/braces-faces.html' title='Braces Faces!!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sq7mOM7M4cI/AAAAAAAAANA/BPvoksg5jb0/s72-c/DSCN0666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-3957425547898331971</id><published>2009-07-14T19:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:21:17.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Competitive Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sl0q8ZPWTkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ltu3b4kNXjM/s1600-h/DSCN0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sl0q8ZPWTkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ltu3b4kNXjM/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358486348696538690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my family's idea of a "Fun Night" and it actually does start out fun. We play around the world so everyone can join in, once you get three strikes you sit out.  After the third game its just not enough to be a winner... you now have to be acknowledged if you are a loser.  I don't know about you but I see "pride" written all over my poor brothers back!  &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is considered a game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-3957425547898331971?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3957425547898331971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=3957425547898331971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3957425547898331971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3957425547898331971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-competitive-family.html' title='The Most Competitive Family'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sl0q8ZPWTkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ltu3b4kNXjM/s72-c/DSCN0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-2618563505799394718</id><published>2009-06-30T14:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:25:44.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I had one of those nights where I thought I could do anything so I made an unrealistic bet with my brother... I am now on a diet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do healthy!!  That is why I work out.  I work out so I can enjoy double stuffed oreos, swedish fish, and mint chocolate chip ice cream with caramel and sprinkles!  I don't work out to get in shape! I work out to have an excuse to grab those peanut butter M&amp;M's staring at me in the grocery check out line! I do it for the freedom of food! It's the 4th of July Weekend! This is just all wrong! &lt;br /&gt;I am literally food depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have some good ideas to make a salad delicious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-2618563505799394718?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2618563505799394718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=2618563505799394718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2618563505799394718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/2618563505799394718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheesecake-anyone.html' title='Cheesecake, Anyone?'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5227183469811038282</id><published>2009-06-05T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:29:06.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Lost It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SimYK-LNDKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vVfWniw_t_U/s1600-h/DSCN0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SimYK-LNDKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vVfWniw_t_U/s320/DSCN0404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343969747107908770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seemed to be a pretty normal day at work today.  Really I think the only thing that seemed off was when I walked around... especially on the tile, the sound of the clink and clank it just sounded off.  Well around 3:30 I was sitting at my desk (working very hard) I looked at the floor and noticed a bow on my right shoe, the bow of a shoe that I have that I did NOT put on today.  Do you understand what I am saying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SimZl8a-uoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D084qB2yAmE/s1600-h/DSCN0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SimZl8a-uoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D084qB2yAmE/s320/DSCN0400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971310005303938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two different shoes on all day!  I didn't find out until the day was almost over.  I seriously haven't laughed that hard in such a long time, I guess being a ditz pays off!... sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5227183469811038282?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5227183469811038282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5227183469811038282' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5227183469811038282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5227183469811038282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-it-seemed-to-be-pretty-normal-day-at.html' title='I Have Lost It'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SimYK-LNDKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vVfWniw_t_U/s72-c/DSCN0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5834344445707081293</id><published>2009-05-22T16:55:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:48:10.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShdwvbARDrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KZ78IFqVwAY/s1600-h/DSCN0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShdwvbARDrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KZ78IFqVwAY/s320/DSCN0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338859843276050098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We drove down to Cali for our anniversary... we love road trips!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Shcw6yDh87I/AAAAAAAAAJo/EcMQY_1Gnvc/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338789669698139058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seaworld was our first adventure, we went to all the cute shows but our favorite part was this mirror at the kids play land that makes you look fat. We were seriously there for 15 minutes just laughing at ourselves.  The picture doesn't give it justice, we literally looked obese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShdgeWOUO3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/J7DVwwoTmVE/s320/DSCN0314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338841957748980594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;California Adventure was our next theme park, this day was our favorite!  The Toy Story 3D ride rocks! We could not get enough of it though I am still bitter that I lost every game and now I owe Danny enough back rubs to last him a lifetime! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShdtKLaFCHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SXxCcIjY1Bg/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338855904899303538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Disneyland our third day, the longest we waited for a ride was 15 minutes!  We went on Space Mountain 6 times, the weather was perfect and we met Mickey, what more could we ask for?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShdgejfwVKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jUySR34jbdU/s1600-h/DSCN0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShdgejfwVKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jUySR34jbdU/s320/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338841961311786146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the beach and never took a picture!  We forgot because we were in the water boogie boarding the whole time!  I have sand burns on my legs because I got going so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Shdgd3jaM1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9Y2qAcrCvHw/s1600-h/DSCN0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Shdgd3jaM1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/9Y2qAcrCvHw/s320/DSCN0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338841949515952978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to go to Universal Studios and do the Hollywood thing, The Simpsons ride was awesome!  Hollywood was cool, it reminded me of Vegas... so many crazy people!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShcyGT_MR3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Oef9ajhsGFs/s1600-h/DSCN0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShcyGT_MR3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Oef9ajhsGFs/s320/DSCN0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338790967296935794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the San Diego Temple, it is beautiful inside and out!  All the theme parks and the beach were so fun, but it was so nice to take a break and have a nice day at the temple.  &lt;div&gt;This trip couldn't have been better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5834344445707081293?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5834344445707081293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5834344445707081293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5834344445707081293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5834344445707081293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/anniversary-trip.html' title='Anniversary Trip'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShdwvbARDrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KZ78IFqVwAY/s72-c/DSCN0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6246714373625222543</id><published>2009-05-19T20:02:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:30:59.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShN16nQpIwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AiUykVTCokY/s1600-h/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShN16nQpIwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AiUykVTCokY/s320/77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337739633195819778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We made it! We have been married for a year!  Thats right, we are professionals now so if anyone needs advice...  But seriously this last year has been the greatest year of my life.  I have never had so much fun learning and growing and the best part about it is I have spent it with my best friend!  Danny you are my sweethead, there is no doubt about it!  Thank you for making me laugh everyday, and always giving me something to look forward to.  You are always pushing yourself and setting goals.  Watching you makes me want to be a better person!  I am so lucky to have you, I win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6246714373625222543?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6246714373625222543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6246714373625222543' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6246714373625222543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6246714373625222543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-made-it-we-have-been-married-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/ShN16nQpIwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AiUykVTCokY/s72-c/77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-7059191042578245135</id><published>2009-04-11T17:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:42:27.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is a thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SeEo5H0DRbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pjdAtERgcq0/s1600-h/DSCN0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SeEo5H0DRbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pjdAtERgcq0/s320/DSCN0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323581196343657906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best things about Jared coming home, besides the obvious of him being home, is that all of the siblings were under the same roof at the same time!  This rarely happens, and I can't decide if it's because there are so many of us or if  life is too busy!... probably both.  I just can't believe how fast time is ticking!  I guess it is true what they say, "Time is the Ultimate Thief, it just takes and takes and never gives back."  It's a good thing we've got forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SeElDxv7xrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5y0LQ05vvTc/s1600-h/DSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SeElDxv7xrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5y0LQ05vvTc/s320/DSCN0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323576981352859314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1048512686386527848-7059191042578245135?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7059191042578245135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=7059191042578245135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7059191042578245135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/7059191042578245135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-is-thief.html' title='Time is a thief'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SeEo5H0DRbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pjdAtERgcq0/s72-c/DSCN0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-3245312011653626162</id><published>2009-03-27T12:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:54:30.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared is HOME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sc0e9xZSQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YaVWVyYNoxU/s1600-h/DSCN0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sc0e9xZSQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YaVWVyYNoxU/s320/DSCN0200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317940781574669138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been months, and so much has happened!  The most recent is that Jared is HOME!  It was a surprise to all of us, especially him that he came home last Monday the 16th of March.  He injured his shoulder last November and has been in excruciating pain ever since.  Sleeping pills, pain medications, steroids, nothing worked.  He basically served the remaining 6 months of his mission with awful pain and no sleep!  I don't know anyone else that could handle this situation as well as he has, what an amazing example of serving a honorable, full-time mission. We all know that he is home for a reason, I have already learned so much from him just in these past two weeks.   Love you Jared! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a1b0303eab9d9227" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1b0303eab9d9227%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555904%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BD0A0E541408224538131F57B1605590188CA7.5C25CE322ED211D591B925CA8492186243186427%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1b0303eab9d9227%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkuqVuoWujSElvKYcCi1wXqsFfcM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1b0303eab9d9227%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555904%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BD0A0E541408224538131F57B1605590188CA7.5C25CE322ED211D591B925CA8492186243186427%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1b0303eab9d9227%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkuqVuoWujSElvKYcCi1wXqsFfcM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a clip of the Airport Scene, Danny is the one holding the video camera... I think you will understand why I said that.  Also we got a "Family Picture" taken, but the guy that took our picture didn't exactly know what he was doing so take a look at this "Vidpic"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-606bf692cd28a575" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D606bf692cd28a575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555904%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F403180949BDD3926E17578208B34A0AA3E8541.3E59148FFD2A1EAD08D7E3BD32B99D711A464E75%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D606bf692cd28a575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZhA6vskOZ1VzhMQjzCxzm9RPlaY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D606bf692cd28a575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555904%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F403180949BDD3926E17578208B34A0AA3E8541.3E59148FFD2A1EAD08D7E3BD32B99D711A464E75%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D606bf692cd28a575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZhA6vskOZ1VzhMQjzCxzm9RPlaY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/1048512686386527848-3245312011653626162?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=606bf692cd28a575&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a1b0303eab9d9227&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3245312011653626162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=3245312011653626162' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3245312011653626162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3245312011653626162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/jared-is-home.html' title='Jared is HOME!!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/Sc0e9xZSQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YaVWVyYNoxU/s72-c/DSCN0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6281764885870181882</id><published>2009-02-09T18:15:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:48:11.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's vibrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDXKshAlmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RpXdh5hp8Yc/s1600-h/DSCN0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDXKshAlmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RpXdh5hp8Yc/s320/DSCN0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300973340163348066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents took us to Olive Garden the other night.  We really had a super fun time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDW-_X15uI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RyRy3MKhDlA/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDW-_X15uI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RyRy3MKhDlA/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300973139066742498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention we had a really fun time?  Long story short, some waiters came to sing to us and Danny asked them to sing in "labrato" but the way to pronounce it is "vibrato"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDWw75xohI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BN0dus4blRs/s1600-h/DSCN0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDWw75xohI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BN0dus4blRs/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300972897617158674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we got in this discussion about how the word is pronounced.  We had our waiter go around and ask if anyone knew who was right.  She came back and said it was "vibrato" and told Danny that he was probably mixing vibrato up with la beeto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDWMs0rMgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FW5Ow9RpUqo/s1600-h/DSCN0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDWMs0rMgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FW5Ow9RpUqo/s320/DSCN0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300972275093942786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the picture explains the rest of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDV3UoekDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3LO9AcJU924/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1048512686386527848-6281764885870181882?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6281764885870181882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6281764885870181882' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6281764885870181882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6281764885870181882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-vibrato.html' title='It&apos;s vibrato'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SZDXKshAlmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RpXdh5hp8Yc/s72-c/DSCN0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-3613580507953549839</id><published>2009-02-07T02:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:23:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SY1g_frtsMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7Rob1MN2soA/s1600-h/DSCN0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SY1g_frtsMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7Rob1MN2soA/s320/DSCN0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299998980437815490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I know, it's 3:00 am and I can't sleep!  So I have been looking through my pictures and found this one from our Arizona trip, doesn't that just melt your heart?  Nothing better than the man you love holding a baby.  I can't help but think what an amazing dad he is going to be... Actually now that I am thinking about it, I can't wait when they are old enough that he can get all of his teasing out on them!  Thats even better than holding a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-3613580507953549839?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3613580507953549839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=3613580507953549839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3613580507953549839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3613580507953549839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep!!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SY1g_frtsMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7Rob1MN2soA/s72-c/DSCN0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8498873822141795965</id><published>2009-01-29T13:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:11:41.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I hate the dentist.  Wait let me rephrase that, I love what dentists do but I hate how it has to be done.  I just have never been comfortable sitting in that chair with the bright light shining in my mouth and up my nose, feeling paranoid that there might be something they can see up there!  I always wear black.  I learned in High School, when I used to sweat from being nervous, that black is the best color to wear to hide your sweat.  It is disgusting, but true.  I bet Jennifer Anniston got the 411 on that.  Anyways, the gum check is the worst part of the appointment, I always wonder how annoyed the assistant must get with me ever time my body flinches and I make a face that says, "That hurt."  I guess the point I am trying to get across is that I do not enjoy going to the dentist at all, but I truly do appreciate all that they do for my mouth. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8498873822141795965?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8498873822141795965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8498873822141795965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8498873822141795965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8498873822141795965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/dentist.html' title='The Dentist'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8915099280328498299</id><published>2009-01-27T18:47:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:03:08.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SX_IDTr2EuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lIZWJgLxkJs/s1600-h/DSCN0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SX_IDTr2EuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lIZWJgLxkJs/s320/DSCN0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171645960327906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am officially a year older now!! Hooray! The BIG 23. I was thinking that 23 is a good number to be, that is until I saw the picture of me blowing out my candles... Look at my cheeks! How do they expand like that?!  I am seriously scared to see what next year will bring.  I gave that my all, blew out every candle! I remember how I used pose for the "Blowing out the candles picture" and barely blew enough air out to get one candle, just so I wouldn't look like a monkey.  Guess I forgot that this year!  Am I the only one who did that?  &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/1048512686386527848-8915099280328498299?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8915099280328498299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8915099280328498299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8915099280328498299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8915099280328498299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-confession.html' title='Birthday Confession'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SX_IDTr2EuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lIZWJgLxkJs/s72-c/DSCN0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-8465602513623650497</id><published>2008-12-23T09:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:27:08.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SVEfDfhp0VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SkJxQiiwWRk/s1600-h/DSCN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SVEfDfhp0VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SkJxQiiwWRk/s320/DSCN0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283037982745022802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love family traditions! Icing shortbread nuggets has been in our family since before I was born.  I remember introducing them to Danny last year, and was so offended because he didn't think they were "amazing" like I said they were.  What is his problem?... absolutely nothing because since then I have come to learn that any person outside our family doesn't think anything special about these delicious cookies!  It is the fun memories and yearly tradition of icing them that makes them so tasty and something we all look forward to every year!!... so now, a year later, Danny is part of the family and thinks they are amazing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-8465602513623650497?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8465602513623650497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=8465602513623650497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8465602513623650497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/8465602513623650497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-family-traditions-icing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SVEfDfhp0VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SkJxQiiwWRk/s72-c/DSCN0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-3999687670048586498</id><published>2008-11-15T12:54:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:02:59.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SR83A29abZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a4davjLDCEw/s1600-h/Heather+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SR83A29abZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a4davjLDCEw/s320/Heather+067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268990576939396498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We went to Lagoon the last day it was open for the season, which we now know is the best day to go! The weather was perfect, lines were 5 minutes long, and we got to do Frightmares at night. Half way through the day we went our to our car watched The Office and took a nap... so pretty much the best day ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SR82rqLmchI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mtbyZX1Mna0/s1600-h/Heather+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SR82rqLmchI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mtbyZX1Mna0/s320/Heather+063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268990212731990546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We just thought these were hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SR82JvLGCII/AAAAAAAAAEk/vVJXb2rrZy8/s1600-h/Heather+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SR82JvLGCII/AAAAAAAAAEk/vVJXb2rrZy8/s320/Heather+061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268989629956491394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-3999687670048586498?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3999687670048586498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=3999687670048586498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3999687670048586498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/3999687670048586498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/lagoon-day.html' title='Lagoon Day'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SR83A29abZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a4davjLDCEw/s72-c/Heather+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-1893215277924754224</id><published>2008-11-05T15:22:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:52:49.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SRIirMhZTjI/AAAAAAAAADk/WAik9PNtGps/s1600-h/100_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SRIirMhZTjI/AAAAAAAAADk/WAik9PNtGps/s320/100_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265309039840546354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Cali for a work seminar with my favorite coworkers, Brooke and Jill...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SRIiAf7g7PI/AAAAAAAAADc/QrtmYsEP3OQ/s1600-h/100_2670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SRIiAf7g7PI/AAAAAAAAADc/QrtmYsEP3OQ/s320/100_2670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265308306315996402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and yes the highlight was a nice bike ride on the boardwalk, those huge seats were awesome! It was my first trip away from Danny, so pretty big deal!  Everyone keeps telling me that this honeymoon stage will pass, does it have to?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-1893215277924754224?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1893215277924754224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=1893215277924754224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1893215277924754224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/1893215277924754224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-to-cali-for-work-seminar-with-my.html' title='California'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SRIirMhZTjI/AAAAAAAAADk/WAik9PNtGps/s72-c/100_2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-6731488560049951710</id><published>2008-10-31T19:12:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:59:33.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQu1JSHu86I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tTiohsjk9oI/s1600-h/100_2684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQu1JSHu86I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tTiohsjk9oI/s320/100_2684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499760600282018" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Danny just didn't understand why none of the kids wanted to go to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQutHs6glMI/AAAAAAAAACc/6l6tWcVqsVU/s1600-h/100_2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQutHs6glMI/AAAAAAAAACc/6l6tWcVqsVU/s320/100_2681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263490937339811010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We also dressed up for work, I wasn't too stoked for it but it turned out way fun.  My favorite costumes were tweedle dee and tweedle dum...  Brooke and Jill were such good sports! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-6731488560049951710?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6731488560049951710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=6731488560049951710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6731488560049951710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/6731488560049951710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQu1JSHu86I/AAAAAAAAAC0/tTiohsjk9oI/s72-c/100_2684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-4539627367326216083</id><published>2008-10-29T14:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:09:35.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQjRBVex4II/AAAAAAAAACU/lUJvdQkuftU/s1600-h/100_2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQjRBVex4II/AAAAAAAAACU/lUJvdQkuftU/s320/100_2645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262685985458741378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Seriously, I know I graduated forever ago but I still have cavemen pride!  I know Danny will have it one day too...  Anyways my little sisters and I went to Payson to watch my brother, Devin, compete for first in the marching band.  Devin is in the drum line and they are amazing!  They took everything in Payson, and just got back from Vegas and took everything from there as well. I have never really appreciated the marching band thing until my brother became apart of it, but let me tell you it takes great talent to do what these kids do!  Marching, counting, playing their instrument, moving around the field in different places, all at the same time, it really is so cool to watch!  Devin has dedicated so much of his time and sacrificed a lot to do what he does, and for how good they are it pays off!  I am so proud of my brother!  They are going to nationals in a couple of weeks and things are looking really good for them, I have to say it... GO AF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-4539627367326216083?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4539627367326216083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=4539627367326216083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4539627367326216083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4539627367326216083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously-i-know-i-graduated-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQjRBVex4II/AAAAAAAAACU/lUJvdQkuftU/s72-c/100_2645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-387245898715507543</id><published>2008-10-23T15:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:55:49.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Park City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQDy0YvhvMI/AAAAAAAAABk/sUwuZmP5qzU/s1600-h/100_2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQDy0YvhvMI/AAAAAAAAABk/sUwuZmP5qzU/s320/100_2641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471346577652930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We got to go up to Park City and stay at a condo for a weekend.  We had so much fun just hanging out, being lazy and eating.  We rented a bunch of TV shows and stayed up all night!  It was fun to just get away from the normal day to day things.  We brought up some bikes and got around that way, in the beginning I felt like I was 6 years old again trying to learn, but I finally was able to keep up with Danny.  One of our adventures was biking up to the Olympic Park, it was pretty rough!  I should've taken a picture of the gradual, huge hill we had to bike up, but we made it and were able to watch some kids practice skiing of those huge jumps!  I can't believe people really do that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-387245898715507543?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/387245898715507543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=387245898715507543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/387245898715507543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/387245898715507543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/park-city.html' title='Park City'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SQDy0YvhvMI/AAAAAAAAABk/sUwuZmP5qzU/s72-c/100_2641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-4822834757801032695</id><published>2008-09-25T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:29:03.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SNwNY9JRJlI/AAAAAAAAABM/GHEPIMTRgOE/s1600-h/100_2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SNwNZrLet2I/AAAAAAAAABU/_da2bInt3hU/s1600-h/100_2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SNwNZrLet2I/AAAAAAAAABU/_da2bInt3hU/s320/100_2638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250086000345921378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents invited some of us to the Real soccer game last weekend... so fun!  I grew up playing soccer, but never really enjoyed watching the MLS games on tv.  The game just moved too slow and seemed boring, but actually being there at the stadium was amazing!  I found myself getting way too into it and I didn't even know the players names!  I guess I can blame my enthusiasm on my mom (which isn't a bad thing) who taught me how to be a true soccer fan :) We had so much fun that we are thinking about buying season tickets for next year!  They also just finished their new stadium so its going to be pretty sweet!  Go Real!  How adorable are my parents?  A lot of people think I look like my mom, how lucky am I?!... I am going to be so hot when I am 48! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SNwOlXCwOQI/AAAAAAAAABc/znL2paV8rAU/s320/100_2639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250087300610668802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-4822834757801032695?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4822834757801032695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=4822834757801032695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4822834757801032695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/4822834757801032695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-real.html' title='Go Real!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SNwNZrLet2I/AAAAAAAAABU/_da2bInt3hU/s72-c/100_2638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5118390252014348794</id><published>2008-09-18T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:53:43.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up...</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would just write a little about whats been going on the past four months.  Danny and I got married on April 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in the Mt. Timpanogas Temple, it was the best day of  my life! One of the highlights of the day was getting left at the temple after we finished pictures, everyone was at the luncheon except for us! Luckily our photographer saved the day and got us where we needed the be! It wasn't funny at the time, but now its just hilarious!  We went on the Eastern Caribbean Cruise for our honeymoon, what an adventure that was! We highly recommend a cruise to anyone who is searching for a vacation.  We had a blast sight seeing, going to musical and comedy shows, snorkeling, going on the flow rider, and eating ourselves to death! Literally, I can still NOT loose the 5 pounds that I gained from that trip! Since we have been back we have moved three times and are recently living with Danny's parents in Alpine.  I am finding that each time we move I become more organized and familiar with what I am doing, by the end of the year I am thinking about putting together a "Moving Planner" business. What do you think?!  So a lot of things in a nut shell, I might expand more on individual stories from the cruise and wedding day, but I just wanted to get caught up for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5118390252014348794?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5118390252014348794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5118390252014348794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5118390252014348794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5118390252014348794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='catching up...'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512686386527848.post-5670677515985902831</id><published>2008-09-11T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:25:55.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Turning Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I gave in!  I have always wanted to be like my sister, so this is my starting point.  Though I know my stories won't be nearly as interesting as hers, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely a stepping stone in my life.  I am sure this process will take me weeks to figure out, and I will call Sara a million times with questions about who knows what... but its really happening, I am taking my first into the famous blogging world!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048512686386527848-5670677515985902831?l=heathervwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5670677515985902831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1048512686386527848&amp;postID=5670677515985902831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5670677515985902831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048512686386527848/posts/default/5670677515985902831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heathervwilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-turning-back.html' title='No Turning Back!'/><author><name>Dan and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08372646216956099668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TTlqBUHypM4/SbxbMD2sRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7fMgu6p0l9s/S220/DSCN0104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
