<?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-4279187112685996720</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:36:36.071-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='funny'/><category term='July 4th'/><category term='family'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Lara Laughs</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Love the ones who don't just because you can. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Kiss slowly. Forgive quickly! . God never said life would be easy. He just promised it would be worth it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-3798259900226137041</id><published>2011-04-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:17:17.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Real &lt;em&gt;charity&lt;/em&gt; is not something you give away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;it is something that you acquire and make a part of yourelf. And when the virtue of charity becomes implanted in your heart, you are never the same again. It makes the thought of being a basher repulsive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps the greatest &lt;em&gt;charity&lt;/em&gt; comes when we are kind to each other, when we don't judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. &lt;em&gt;Charity &lt;/em&gt;is accepting someone's differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings. Having patients with someone who has let us down or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn't handle something the way we might have hoped. &lt;em&gt;Charity&lt;/em&gt; is refusing to take advantage of another's weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. &lt;em&gt;Charity &lt;/em&gt;is execting the best of each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Marvin J. Ashton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-3798259900226137041?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3798259900226137041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=3798259900226137041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/3798259900226137041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/3798259900226137041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2011/04/real-charity-is-not-something-you-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-140804467360526850</id><published>2010-06-17T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:59:28.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I have my kids home at last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny stories and adventures from their&lt;br /&gt;stay to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-140804467360526850?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/140804467360526850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=140804467360526850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/140804467360526850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/140804467360526850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-37991364550132506</id><published>2010-06-09T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:58:30.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss them, oh, so terribly.</title><content type='html'>Our kids are at their MeeMaw's and oh, how we miss them. &lt;br /&gt;It makes you thankful and wish for their little attitudes, and&lt;br /&gt;fits.  Two more days and they are all mine, but I am sure that&lt;br /&gt;it will only be a day or two before Max is telling me that&lt;br /&gt;he wants to go back to Fayette.  Life is always better and much&lt;br /&gt;more fun when you are at MeeMaw's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-37991364550132506?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/37991364550132506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=37991364550132506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/37991364550132506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/37991364550132506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-them-oh-so-terribly.html' title='I miss them, oh, so terribly.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-1160112258932415216</id><published>2010-05-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:46:33.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddo's</title><content type='html'>Just putting some cute things that Max and Ava have said in the last little bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max:   Mom you need to start making sure that you eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  OK, I will try, but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max:  So we can have a baby next summer.  That is how it works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if it were only that easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava new favorite words are Why? and No No.  She has had some help learning the no no from a certain aunt and uncle.  Thanks guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is always coming up with crazy, funny things to say, and sometimes I just can't help but laugh. Even when I should not be laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he walked up to Dallas and patted his bum, looked at his dad and said, "Your bum is squishy dad."  Gee thanks Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava loves to sing in the car.  She will sit in her seat and just sing... la la la la..  forever..  Max asked the other day, mom can you please make her stop I just don't like that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great to watch our two beautiful kids grow into little people.  It makes me sad and sometimes I cry, where did my babies go?  Why can't they stay little just a little longer...??&lt;br /&gt;Ava just loves her big brother, she would follow him everywhere if she could.  I love it when I catch her just watching him, the look of awe in her eyes can bring tears to my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;The other day Max decided that he wanted to tie up Ava's hand and feet with a jump rope and she just followed him over to the chair and let him tie her up.  She thinks it is great.    Sadly one day that will change and they will probably be bickering all the time.  I just need to enjoy it while I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-1160112258932415216?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1160112258932415216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=1160112258932415216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/1160112258932415216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/1160112258932415216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/kiddos.html' title='Kiddo&apos;s'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-7580422594454008221</id><published>2010-04-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:22:29.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9huPlhdVpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UBY8RR9WqSE/s1600/9927_267144855359_737905359_8855447_3017843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9huPlhdVpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UBY8RR9WqSE/s320/9927_267144855359_737905359_8855447_3017843_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465239361863636626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot believe how much my little man has grown in the last year. He still looks like a little boy in this picture. He now looks like a little man.  I wish they would stay little forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I Love My Little Man!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-7580422594454008221?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7580422594454008221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=7580422594454008221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7580422594454008221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7580422594454008221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/max.html' title='MAX'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9huPlhdVpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UBY8RR9WqSE/s72-c/9927_267144855359_737905359_8855447_3017843_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-6090035382521663966</id><published>2010-04-28T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:07:39.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Max and Ava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9hdIyL11HI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1OuMewEkjwI/s1600/NOP_3902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9hdIyL11HI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1OuMewEkjwI/s400/NOP_3902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465220553305871474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9hdIewqhvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6CXpEzfRrsk/s1600/NOP_3832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9hdIewqhvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6CXpEzfRrsk/s400/NOP_3832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465220548091610866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9hdIFPcPvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pEcb5ZXwc3o/s1600/NOP_3741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9hdIFPcPvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pEcb5ZXwc3o/s400/NOP_3741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465220541241376498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/clara/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/clara/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-6090035382521663966?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6090035382521663966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=6090035382521663966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/6090035382521663966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/6090035382521663966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-of-max-and-ava.html' title='Pictures of Max and Ava'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/S9hdIyL11HI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1OuMewEkjwI/s72-c/NOP_3902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-9047715473343722883</id><published>2010-04-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:23:08.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Once again it has been a while since I have posted anything.  I swear I do not know where the time goes.  When did our Max grow up to be 4.  4 I say.  I can't believe it.  Ava will be 2 in just over 3 months.  WHAT???? I just had her.   Now she is walking, screaming at Max, and talking when she feels the urge.&lt;br /&gt;Easter has come and gone for the year.  Dallas and I have had birthdays.  My best friend had her 3rd baby, and man is she beautiful.  I am a total looser and have yet to go and see her.  Steph, the time I was close we all had killer colds and I know you did not want us within 10 miles of your house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is almost through his 2nd year of pre-school and keeps going back and forth on wanting to go to kindergarten.  I am not ready for him to be old enough for kindergarten.  He is still my little boy and I want to keep him that way as long as possible.  Not much longer.  He is so smart and always wants to know things in great detail.  No short, quick answer for him.  It has to be a long 5-10 minute discussion about anything and everything that comes up.  I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava is growing like a weed, but she is of course a flower.  She changes every time I go to get her out of her crib.  Her hair is getting long and does not look to bad where Max gave her a little trim.  It is growing back nicely.  Her personality is so much different than Max's. They are so much fun and exhausting.  Ava is a little mother, she loves to pat Max on the head or rub his back when he is upset.  She is always concerned if someone is a little off. She loves chap stick, lotion, foundation (I have a huge spot on the carpet to prove it), and anything girl.  She is 100% girl, with an occasional gun thrown in there.  She is a blast.  She goes nonstop, she is our daredevil, I know that I am going to walk into the kitchen one day and she will be standing on the fridge.  I am not looking forward to that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple quick notes on what Max has said the last little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at my mom's for Easter, he ran into the house and let me know that he needed to poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max sitting on the toilet:&lt;br /&gt;  Mom, my bum cheeks are soo full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mom, are my cheeks red?&lt;br /&gt;  Yes  Max they are.&lt;br /&gt;  Max: I bet they are mom, because I am pushing as hard as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mom, I had to let that one go. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Man, that was hard. I think I need some more protein mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Max I don't think protein is the answer, how about some fiber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some pictures soon.  I hope sooner rather than later.  My&lt;br /&gt;computer at home is not working so well, but I will try to get some&lt;br /&gt;on here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-9047715473343722883?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/9047715473343722883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=9047715473343722883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/9047715473343722883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/9047715473343722883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-7518772632336544333</id><published>2010-03-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:11:58.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Note</title><content type='html'>This morning I came across a quote that really hit home for me.&lt;br /&gt;So just a short note to say hello everyone out there, thanks for&lt;br /&gt;stopping by and without further &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ado&lt;/span&gt; the quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our Lives begin to end they day we&lt;br /&gt;become silent about things that matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-7518772632336544333?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7518772632336544333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=7518772632336544333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7518772632336544333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7518772632336544333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-note.html' title='Just A Note'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-4496661270731732885</id><published>2010-03-25T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:05:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh Where!!</title><content type='html'>Where on where does the time go.  It has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eons&lt;/span&gt; since I have posted anything.  There has been A LOT going on in our lives this past year.  Our kids have grown so much.  To me it feels like only months ago Ava was a baby.  She will be two, two for crying out loud, in July.  Max is his usual self. Running around and causing all the mayham that he can.  Occasionaly tormenting his sister, but overall being a great big brother.  He is so excited for pre-school graduation that he is counting down the months, weeks, and days.  In a year or so he will add counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until some great thing is to happen.  Max has a ton of little friends right here in the neighborhood and now that it is getting a little warmer and staying light later he thinks that all there is to life is being outside and playing.  He never wants to come in for dinner, but come 9 o'clock he is starving.  He also needs to be in bed by then, but how do you put a starving 4 year old to bed?  By doing so, we usually get a little guy crawling in bed with us about 1 o'clock saying he is hungry and can he please have a string cheese or better yet, just give him the jar of peanut butter and he is in heaven.  That kid could eat a jar of peanut butter a day if allowed to do so.  He does not want a sandwhich, he just wants the jar, to have just a taste he says.&lt;br /&gt;We have had a tough year this past year.  There has been a lot go on, but that is for another post.  I just wanted to let everyone know that we are alive and well, other than an occasional runny nose for feaver.   No major illnesses in a couple months and now that I have said it, something will come up. &lt;br /&gt;We are headed to Fayette this weekend for Haylie's birthday. Max is sooo excited and can bearly contain himself, but that is the case whenever we are headed down south to see his mee maw.  For him there is nothing in this world better than getting to go to Fayette and spend a few days.  He is always sure to let Dallas and I know that he would like to have sleepovers minus mom and dad.  Mom and dad seem to hamper some of the fun. He loves the fact that he can run wild and do so all day long.  He always sleeps better for a few nights after he has been down and ran out almost every ounce of energy in his body. &lt;br /&gt;Ava is calling for her momdy from the other room, so I guess it is time for me to sign off.  Momdy is what she calls Dallas or I when she is not sure who she wants or when she is super excited.  It melts my heart when daddy gets home and she runs up to him and just hangs on his legs until he picks her up and loves on her.  She loves with all she has.  I love my little family more that I am able to put into words.  What a boring and wasted life it would be without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-4496661270731732885?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4496661270731732885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=4496661270731732885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/4496661270731732885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/4496661270731732885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-oh-where.html' title='Where oh Where!!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-5763039053704979263</id><published>2009-09-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:30:48.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note.  Yeah, I know that there is a TON of stuff that I need to update, but honestly who has the time or energy.  Sorry about the Valentines background maybe it will be changed soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to Max.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were coming home from Fayette and he was sooo tired.   He was talking a million miles a minutes and asking too many questions to ask, but he did say some pretty cute things.&lt;br /&gt;We had been talking about my dad and after a few minutes, the following took place.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Max you can talk to Heavenly Father anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Max: How will he hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He can hear everything you say to him.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Well I guess I am going to have to yell really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love that kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-5763039053704979263?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5763039053704979263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=5763039053704979263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/5763039053704979263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/5763039053704979263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2009/09/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-8820042533297533151</id><published>2009-02-07T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:21:53.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh where</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone.  I really suck at this blogging thing the last&lt;br /&gt;while.  I can't believe that Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays, New&lt;br /&gt;Years, and Martin Luther King Day have come and gone.  Where oh&lt;br /&gt;where has the time gone.  My baby is 6 months old. My baby boy&lt;br /&gt;started pre-school.  I started a new job. :(  :) &lt;br /&gt;We have done a lot in the last 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;Max, daddy and I went to Disney on Ice.  It was great fun.  Max loved&lt;br /&gt;it.  My camera took a crap and died on the way.  I didn't know until&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks later when I went to download pictures and not one of them&lt;br /&gt;worked.  I did not have pictures on Disney on Ice, Thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;Me Maw and Grandpa Kelly's kids Christmas Party, or Grandma Mellor's&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party.  I was not a happy camper to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;If I had known that my camera had decided to join the land of no longer&lt;br /&gt;working electronics, I could have gotten a new one at a great price on ta&lt;br /&gt;day after Thanksgiving sale, but i didn't so on Christmas Eve I was at&lt;br /&gt;wal-mart trying to find just a camera that would take pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Every camera that I wanted they were sold out of.  What the heck, this&lt;br /&gt;is wal-mart on Christas Eve and you don't have 90% of your cameras.&lt;br /&gt;Man I don't like wal-mart on Christmas Eve.  Well, now that I have vented&lt;br /&gt;much too long about my camera and you would thing that we had, had&lt;br /&gt;a world altering event, I will move on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Thanksgiving we moved.  We said Good bye to West Jordan, Utah&lt;br /&gt;and made our way south.  It was a hard move and we miss our house, but&lt;br /&gt;it was done with great faith and dreams of better days once daddy is through&lt;br /&gt;school.  Man when will that be?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some amazing Christmas Parties with close and distant family.  It is&lt;br /&gt;always great to get together and visit and reminisce. We had my parents kid's&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Party and it was fun, pinata and all. The kids got way too much candy&lt;br /&gt;and made way too many Cookies. We had great food. We always have great food.&lt;br /&gt;We had Grandma Mellor's Christmas get together and it was great.  We all met&lt;br /&gt;at Golden Corral and ate way tooo much food. &lt;br /&gt;We got together at Mike and Michelle's a few days before Christmas and exchanged&lt;br /&gt;gifts.  It was a blast and the food was great. Thanks Mike.  Oh, and thank you too Michelle.  :)&lt;br /&gt;We love you Michelle..  The kids got entirely too many presents and I thought&lt;br /&gt;that was no longer any need for Santa to visit a few days later, but of course he did.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great.  We spent it in our new home and it came and went so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I never really got into the Christmas spirit and before I knew it, it was gone. &lt;br /&gt;New Years was uneventful.  We spent time together, just our little family,and it&lt;br /&gt;was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new job the first part of January, so Dallas can go back to school.  I love&lt;br /&gt;my job, but it is hard being away from the kids.  Sometimes I feel like I am missing&lt;br /&gt;out on their lives.  Sometimes I wonder if it is worht it, but once we are through&lt;br /&gt;school and we look back on it, I am sure we will be glad that we did it.  The kids&lt;br /&gt;are young enough I hope they will not be ruined for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and on we go.  I will get some updated pictures on in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-8820042533297533151?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8820042533297533151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=8820042533297533151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8820042533297533151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8820042533297533151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-oh-where.html' title='Where oh where'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-6281357174417246648</id><published>2008-11-11T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:49:18.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 year olds!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRm3WGGrM3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/aO2uRcbOhek/s1600-h/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267442829410120562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRm3WGGrM3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/aO2uRcbOhek/s400/max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some days I just sit back and think "What am Idoing wrong?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-6281357174417246648?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6281357174417246648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=6281357174417246648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/6281357174417246648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/6281357174417246648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-year-olds.html' title='3 year olds!!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRm3WGGrM3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/aO2uRcbOhek/s72-c/max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-8408414421812331165</id><published>2008-11-10T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:47:21.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Just a few pictures of happenings at the Lara&lt;br /&gt;household.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101845497149842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRiBOOCpeZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VacEu7fd-RQ/s400/pumpkin+patch+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267101953808249618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRiBUhiBsxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nlY1fn1v-gc/s400/Pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRiBZW6PLfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pikN17a5ypQ/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267102036856352242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRiBZW6PLfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pikN17a5ypQ/s400/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-8408414421812331165?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8408414421812331165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=8408414421812331165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8408414421812331165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8408414421812331165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SRiBOOCpeZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VacEu7fd-RQ/s72-c/pumpkin+patch+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-2135773530839434100</id><published>2008-10-22T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:02:30.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>When We Got Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SP8994U2U6I/AAAAAAAAAII/JnfzaZaJJis/s1600-h/100_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259991023093175202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SP8994U2U6I/AAAAAAAAAII/JnfzaZaJJis/s400/100_2571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max found our cake topper from our wedding the other day and was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so excited.  He said, " Oh, mom that is when we got married. It was so fun."  I asked him about his dad and he told me that his dad came but he was just a little boy and he was sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but Ava didn't come because we didn't have her yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so excited he could not wait to tell his dad, so as soon as Dallas walked through the door Max went running to get him so he could show him when he and his mom got married.&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/4279187112685996720-2135773530839434100?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2135773530839434100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=2135773530839434100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/2135773530839434100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/2135773530839434100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-we-got-married.html' title='When We Got Married'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SP8994U2U6I/AAAAAAAAAII/JnfzaZaJJis/s72-c/100_2571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-4460887962562700666</id><published>2008-10-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:43:05.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAX!!</title><content type='html'>My Max is soooo full of  it and comes up with&lt;br /&gt;some of the funniest things.  Here is the conversation&lt;br /&gt;that took place while I am trying to feed Ava and&lt;br /&gt;get Max down for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Mom why are you so mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What and I doing that is mean?&lt;br /&gt;Max: I need to be healthy and to be healthy&lt;br /&gt;          I need to watch cartoons and it is really hard&lt;br /&gt;           work.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Max lay down and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love that little boy, but where does he come up&lt;br /&gt;with these things.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-4460887962562700666?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4460887962562700666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=4460887962562700666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/4460887962562700666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/4460887962562700666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/max.html' title='MAX!!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-7221321984192598348</id><published>2008-10-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:35:52.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Blessing Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256656690065656178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SPNlaJ2LSXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oimPb7j2hEY/s400/100_2633.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;AVA LARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256657284851161218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SPNl8xmF2II/AAAAAAAAAG4/_Z6gu8bFyFg/s400/100_2623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Great Grandma Mellor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256658991360359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SPNngG1lveI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_HMHh4u5VOc/s400/100_2618.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mee-Maw &amp;amp; Grandpa Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256657546971337954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SPNmMCEaVOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dd_KvaqXHXc/s400/100_2626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GG &amp;amp; Grandpa John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-7221321984192598348?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7221321984192598348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=7221321984192598348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7221321984192598348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7221321984192598348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessing-pictures.html' title='Blessing Pictures'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SPNlaJ2LSXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oimPb7j2hEY/s72-c/100_2633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-718414710834151773</id><published>2008-10-12T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:13:25.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Name and a Blessing</title><content type='html'>Today we blessed our beautiful baby girl, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a beautiful day it was. It was full of a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of fun and laughter. It is always so wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get together with family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for all of my family that was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;able to make it up to the blessing, some with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;travel time at 2 hours up and 2 hours back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home, and with church being at 9 am they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to leave pretty early. I am thankful for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great examples that I have had in my life and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the GREAT teachers that I have had along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way, and I know that I have many, many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more lessons to learn along the way. I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad to know how much it means to us for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him to have been able to bless our precious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daughter. It was a beautiful blessing that was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;given to our baby. We love and appreciate all that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he and my mom do for us. They have been great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teachers along the way. Thanks everyone for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming over to the house after and enjoying each others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;company. It is not often that we all get together, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when we do it is great to sit back and reminisce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about all they great times that we have had along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way. Thank you everyone for all of you Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Support, because when all else fails to work out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they way you want or envision you have your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;family to help pick you up and dust you off and tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you that it is all okay. Then you just hope that it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again a great learning experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin Becky took these picture and put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256501115306267138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SPLX6gtGUgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MHYWbdZfAEI/s400/Ava.jpg" border="0" /&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/4279187112685996720-718414710834151773?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/718414710834151773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=718414710834151773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/718414710834151773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/718414710834151773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/name-and-blessing.html' title='A Name and a Blessing'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SPLX6gtGUgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MHYWbdZfAEI/s72-c/Ava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-1276875995379369462</id><published>2008-10-10T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:49:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Night Out</title><content type='html'>The other night I decided to meet dad down&lt;br /&gt;at Gardener Village and let Max run around&lt;br /&gt;and see the witches, pumpkins, and&lt;br /&gt;Halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;He thought it was great and did not want to&lt;br /&gt;leave, even though it was dark and cold by the&lt;br /&gt;time we finally got him in the car. He had a lot of&lt;br /&gt;fun just running around, he especially loved the&lt;br /&gt;witch that was hool-a-hooping &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(spelling?). &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would not let us take his picture by a witch. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loved to watch &lt;/span&gt;the ducks swim around. It is&lt;br /&gt;always to fun to watch him when he is truly interested&lt;br /&gt;in what we are doing and talking about. When he&lt;br /&gt;is having fun and enjoying himself. He kept asking how the&lt;br /&gt;witches worked and wanted to know if we&lt;br /&gt;could make one at home. I love how he is so&lt;br /&gt;eager to learn and such a sponge. I am always amazed&lt;br /&gt;at how he just soaks up everything that is going on&lt;br /&gt;around him and then he will bring it up again months&lt;br /&gt;later. Sometimes I don't even remember what he is&lt;br /&gt;talking about.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time just being together and watching&lt;br /&gt;Max. Max tells us he can't wait till we go and&lt;br /&gt;do some more Halloween stuff. Anyone have any fun&lt;br /&gt;places to take a 3 year old??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577597310722354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SO-P-sE04TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dMZoYl54Pdk/s400/100_2573.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SO-QbZyPOUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nnD_MmcJs0E/s1600-h/100_2583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255578090617125186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SO-QbZyPOUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nnD_MmcJs0E/s400/100_2583.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577807280121730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SO-QK6Rbp4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bHTnTmiBJL0/s400/100_2575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577290131154978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SO-PszvgqCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ou0sROpI2io/s400/100_2572.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-1276875995379369462?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1276875995379369462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=1276875995379369462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/1276875995379369462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/1276875995379369462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-night-out.html' title='Fun Night Out'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SO-P-sE04TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dMZoYl54Pdk/s72-c/100_2573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-8340949417955182533</id><published>2008-10-10T09:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:25:32.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Dad</title><content type='html'>Last night we ran down to Sam's Club to grab a&lt;br /&gt;few things, then stopped and got some gas. As&lt;br /&gt;we were leaving Dallas hit the curb. I start laughing&lt;br /&gt;and in the back Max is wondering what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Max:  Dad what was that?&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  I just hit the curb.&lt;br /&gt;Max: No, dad I think the tire fell off.&lt;br /&gt;Max was so sure that the tire had fallen off that when&lt;br /&gt;we got home he had to walk around the car and&lt;br /&gt;check on all the tires. After checking all&lt;br /&gt;the tires he  looks at Dallas and&lt;br /&gt;says, "Well I guess the tire didn't fall off, you just&lt;br /&gt;hit the curb. Silly Dad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-8340949417955182533?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8340949417955182533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=8340949417955182533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8340949417955182533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8340949417955182533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-dad.html' title='Silly Dad'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-5424906529928695133</id><published>2008-10-08T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:50:34.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornings!</title><content type='html'>I love to get up and shuffle around my house early in the&lt;br /&gt;morning before anyone else is up and going. It is great to&lt;br /&gt;have a little bit of just alone time. I love to sit down and&lt;br /&gt;read, catch up on my blog, start getting breakfast ready&lt;br /&gt;for Dallas and Max, or just be. However, I really love it&lt;br /&gt;when Ava wakes up at about 5 am and I can just sit back&lt;br /&gt;and admire this perfect little creation. I love the peace and&lt;br /&gt;quite of not being rushed to hurry and feed her and move&lt;br /&gt;on to the next thing. I can just snuggle and kiss her. I am&lt;br /&gt;always amazed when I sit back and watch my children.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly very blessed and they are gifts from our&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father and I thank him everyday for them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my life without them. I am trying to be&lt;br /&gt;more patient and not let the SMALL stuff get to me, but&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in the moment the small stuff seem not&lt;br /&gt;so small. I want to say&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"THANK YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to all the great&lt;br /&gt;and wonderful moms that I have had in my life. Thank&lt;br /&gt;you for being teachers even when you did not know&lt;br /&gt;that you were being watched. Thank you for listening and&lt;br /&gt;giving advic (even if I didn't want it).&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mary, if you are reading this thank you for letting&lt;br /&gt;me tag along with your family, and thank you Marcie, Kari,&lt;br /&gt;and Becky for letting me come along and loving me. You are&lt;br /&gt;all great examples and I admire you all. There are so&lt;br /&gt;many other women that have helped me along the way and&lt;br /&gt;if you ever happen to stumble upon my blog Thank You&lt;br /&gt;and I am sorry that you are not memtioned by name.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in another post.  I Love You all. &lt;br /&gt;Well this is not where I had intended this to go, but it&lt;br /&gt;is what it is and Thanks again to all that have taught&lt;br /&gt;and Loved me along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-5424906529928695133?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5424906529928695133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=5424906529928695133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/5424906529928695133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/5424906529928695133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-mornings.html' title='Early Mornings!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-6398713454492189443</id><published>2008-10-06T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:59:24.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys</title><content type='html'>Saturday I came out of my bedroom and found the two boys in my life relaxing and enjoying a little tv time together.  I just had to snap a few pictures.  I sure do love those two.  I found out later that Max had gotten his pillows and some blankets and he had them all spread out and ready for daddy.  He then went and got daddy to come and watch some tv with him.  He was so excited to have daddy all to himself and he was so proud of the little resting area he had set up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOp6dHPoSLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f88nSsyjufs/s1600-h/100_2530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146555860502706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOp6dHPoSLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f88nSsyjufs/s400/100_2530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy takes a little snooze while Max thinks about it.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOp6H6kyJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/fKmX0JuTcX0/s1600-h/100_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146191682316226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOp6H6kyJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/fKmX0JuTcX0/s400/100_2534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-6398713454492189443?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6398713454492189443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=6398713454492189443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/6398713454492189443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/6398713454492189443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys.html' title='The Boys'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOp6dHPoSLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/f88nSsyjufs/s72-c/100_2530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-8788618489371683340</id><published>2008-10-04T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:43:11.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Babies !!</title><content type='html'>Well we are finally on the mend. At the beginging of this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max had the stomach flu. Can we say FUN !! It started last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekend and continued untill Wednesday. I felt so bad for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so miserable and there was nothing that we could really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do for him. He is finally back to his crazy, wild, full of it, make me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to scream self. It is great! Somedays I don't know if I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to make it till 6 when Dallas gets home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253518882347877826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOg_ltMnBcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wZcxKqzMs4U/s320/100_2511.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt; Ava got her first set of shots on Monday the 29th. It was not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a walk in the park. I don't remember Max having any problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with shots, however, Ava was ticked off from the first little poke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went bright red and started to hold her breath. Man, I wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he would get over holding her breath. Sometimes she really scares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me. She had a fever for a few days, didn't sleep well, and was unusually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fussy. Needless to say, she was not her usual happy, smiley self this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully both my babies are feeling better and we are all getting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to our usual routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253519343833912914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOhAAkXdFlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0iZxrpQjo60/s320/100_2514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BABIES ARE FEELING MUCH BETTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253519894185257618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOhAgmlcKpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DqGSUmfwb5E/s320/100_2525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came into my bedroom and found Max and Ava kicked back enjoying some cartoons. I just thought it was super cute. I hope they can always treat each other with love and respect and enjoy playing together. Well, we can always hope.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-8788618489371683340?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8788618489371683340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=8788618489371683340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8788618489371683340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8788618489371683340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-babies.html' title='Sick Babies !!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOg_ltMnBcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wZcxKqzMs4U/s72-c/100_2511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-7190050385149601425</id><published>2008-10-04T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:33:51.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY PICTURES !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgpgS_IrsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BxC9jMKWzjw/s1600-h/100_2397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253494600156884674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgpgS_IrsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BxC9jMKWzjw/s200/100_2397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgp_61QnKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kXB2VjrVJxg/s1600-h/100_2411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253495143428824226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgp_61QnKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kXB2VjrVJxg/s200/100_2411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgqiiQ763I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j8EXVFCQGRI/s1600-h/100_2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253495738129443698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgqiiQ763I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j8EXVFCQGRI/s200/100_2422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgq-qngIXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VUy-hLdmyZ8/s1600-h/100_2408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253496221407912306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgq-qngIXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VUy-hLdmyZ8/s200/100_2408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-7190050385149601425?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7190050385149601425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=7190050385149601425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7190050385149601425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7190050385149601425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-pictures.html' title='BIRTHDAY PICTURES !!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SOgpgS_IrsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BxC9jMKWzjw/s72-c/100_2397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-5389995297205566571</id><published>2008-08-31T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:00:27.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max is 3 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;                             HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, August 23 we celebrated Max's 3rd birthday. I cannot believe 3 years have passed and my baby boy is no longer a baby. Yeah, he has not been a baby for quite some time, but I still think of him as my baby boy. He is such a great joy to have around and always keeping things lively, says some of the darnedest things, and occasionally repeats something that I really wish he had not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Max wanted to have a Thomas the Train birthday and then he wanted a baseball birthday, and then he wanted a Mickey Mouse birthday. After a couple weeks of he finally settled on Thomas the Train. I broke down and bought a birthday cake this year instead of making it. I hope that in years to come I will do better and make the cake myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max was so excited to have all of his family come over and have a party, the presents for his birthday were just an added bonus. He wanted to have BBQ hamburgers and hot dogs, so that is what we had. We added in some chips, salads, watermelon, and the fixings for the burgers and hot dogs. I could have gone for something a little more healthy, but he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  we got to opening presents Max was so excited and so polite.  He would open a present and then tell whoever gave it to him "Thank You Guys".  It was so cute.  I was a little worried that he would not share and he would be a little of a stinker, but he was just the opposite, he let all the other kids play with his toys and he shared so well.  I wondered what had happened to my Max.  My little spit fire, everything is mine, don't touch, don't look, leave it to me Max, but he was very willing to share and play with the other kids.  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have all our immediate family and a few not quiet immediate family come and celebrate this wonderful day with us.  Thank You all for you continued love and support.  We love you all and can't wait till next year to do it all again (if we are still in the great state of Utah) if not till next time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pictures to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-5389995297205566571?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5389995297205566571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=5389995297205566571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/5389995297205566571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/5389995297205566571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/max-is-3.html' title='Max is 3 !!!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-1840305869080206904</id><published>2008-08-20T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:25:56.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzvQl-rrKI/AAAAAAAAADg/reqt19xt1A0/s1600-h/100_2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236823535077010594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzvQl-rrKI/AAAAAAAAADg/reqt19xt1A0/s200/100_2325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max &amp;amp; Ava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzt5b7wocI/AAAAAAAAACY/CNrptAOX6rM/s1600-h/100_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822037731779010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzt5b7wocI/AAAAAAAAACY/CNrptAOX6rM/s200/100_2206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Baby Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzxE8v1XnI/AAAAAAAAADw/V9ZX_TM691s/s1600-h/100_2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236825534053572210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzxE8v1XnI/AAAAAAAAADw/V9ZX_TM691s/s200/100_2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max thinking he is going home with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grandma and grandpa after the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzu5sIGM6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xKEH4KIiXt4/s1600-h/100_2312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236823141590119330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzu5sIGM6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xKEH4KIiXt4/s200/100_2312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson &amp;amp; Max eating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzuzL3BqAI/AAAAAAAAADI/OfK4FLo9t6g/s1600-h/100_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236823029849368578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzuzL3BqAI/AAAAAAAAADI/OfK4FLo9t6g/s200/100_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break it down boys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzvfddBJnI/AAAAAAAAADo/plHE8dPF28Y/s1600-h/100_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236823790486365810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzvfddBJnI/AAAAAAAAADo/plHE8dPF28Y/s200/100_2249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzuWElWG5I/AAAAAAAAACw/y697iYmtWJ8/s1600-h/100_2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822529679956882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzuWElWG5I/AAAAAAAAACw/y697iYmtWJ8/s200/100_2267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinosaur Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzuso8X_DI/AAAAAAAAADA/SOx0WEGkIvA/s1600-h/100_2280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822917397347378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzuso8X_DI/AAAAAAAAADA/SOx0WEGkIvA/s200/100_2280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max and Chandler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzukzP2-uI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DTnwe_MwE40/s1600-h/100_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822782724471522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzukzP2-uI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DTnwe_MwE40/s200/100_2271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride the dino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKztyinA1wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lk3qXnzw73w/s1600-h/100_2198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236821919264724738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKztyinA1wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lk3qXnzw73w/s200/100_2198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKztrI4mJhI/AAAAAAAAACI/_J76vQMFBhE/s1600-h/100_2186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236821792100066834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKztrI4mJhI/AAAAAAAAACI/_J76vQMFBhE/s200/100_2186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Big Brother &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/4279187112685996720-1840305869080206904?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1840305869080206904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=1840305869080206904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/1840305869080206904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/1840305869080206904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SKzvQl-rrKI/AAAAAAAAADg/reqt19xt1A0/s72-c/100_2325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-8597206405134998668</id><published>2008-08-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:07:21.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies by!</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone. I can't believe that Ava is already 3 1/2 weeks old, and Dallas had to go back to work on Monday. Also, on August 10th Dallas and I celebrated our 6 year anniversary. It is really hard to believe that it has been 6 years. Six great and amazing years. I can't imagine them being any better. We have done and accomplished many thing in the last 6 years. We have also done a few crazy and not so smart things but we won't talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 6 years have been great. We have two amazing children and life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been flying by since we had Max. I can't believe that he is almost 3 years old. Now that we have Ava time seems to be going by even faster. I had my mom here for the first week after we got home from the hospital and it was great. We did not want her to go home and Max still asks when Me Maw is going to come and stay with us again. We would have kept her here forever if it was possible. Dallas was home for the next two weeks and I thought that we would be able to get some stuff done and relax the rest of the time. We we got a couple things done around the house and yard, but not nearly as much as I would have liked. We did some yard work and that alone took a day and then some. Sometimes I wonder what we were thinking when we wanted such a yard, but now we just deal with it and sometimes rope others into coming up and helping when the weeds get out of control. We did a lot of relaxing and had some fun also. We went swimming a few times, and Max had a great time and asks when we are going again. I think that he would live in the water if we would let him. We went to Thanksgiving Point and visited the Dinosaur Museum and the Barnyard.  It was great fun.  Max had a great time and wants to go back. &lt;br /&gt;Now Dallas has been back to work for almost a week and we all miss him at home.  Everyone said that within a week we would be sick of each other and ready for him to go back to work. Nope, I wish he could stay home all the time.  It is great just spending time together and enjoying each other.  It was great for all of us, but we have to go back to reality and go on with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, August 10th we went to Fayette and visited with my family, it was great.  Max had an awsome time playing with Mee Maw, grandpa and grandma Mellor.  He loves to go and play, ride the 4-wheeler and just hanging out.  It is always great to have Mee Maw kiss and mug on the kids.  We went over and visited my best friend Stephanie and her kids.  Max and Riley went swimming and just had a great time running around and playing.  They always have a great time when they get together and play.  It is always great to visit and get caught up on all the gossip going around the great Gunnison Valley.  Now I just hope that it is not too long before we get back down to visit and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurday, August 14th my cousin Kari got married.  It was a beautiful day with a beautiful bride.  We went to the luncheon and later that night the reception.  It was great to see family we don't get to see all that often and catch up on what is going on in their lives.  It was an all around great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Ava to the doctor on Monday, August 18th and she is growing like crazy.  She weighs 7 lbs 12 oz, 20 1/2 inches long and her head is 36 cm.  She is growing and changing every day.  I can't believe how fast time is going by and how much she has grown and changed already.  She has been a great addition to our family.  We all love her and the joy that she has brough to our lives in just the few short weeks that we have had her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-8597206405134998668?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8597206405134998668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=8597206405134998668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8597206405134998668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/8597206405134998668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-flies-by.html' title='Time flies by!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-9073014097931831926</id><published>2008-08-02T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:41:34.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She has finally arrived !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after much waiting and many trips to the doctor our beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby girl has arrived.She made her grand entrance on July 25, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 7:05 am. She weighed in at 7 lbs 4 oz and was 19.5 inches long.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230157270168380866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SJVAU5_QJcI/AAAAAAAAABo/EMTWEGjURAM/s320/100_2073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                Only minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so great to finally have her here safe and sound. Max has been so good and helpful. He was so excited to come and seeher at the hospital. He told Dallas and I that we could stay at thehospital but he was going to take her home with he and grandma. He was more excited to see the baby than Dallas and I. After much deliberation between the beautiful names Emma and Ava we finally settled on Ava. I am so blessed to have two beautiful children and a very loving husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                 Max looking through nursery window.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230158120902749666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SJVBGbOIbeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tlZ_XGSs7g4/s320/100_2084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                        One proud big brother! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230158455625720482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SJVBZ6KToqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/V6iyah7DAiw/s320/100_2088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                             Daddy and his princess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230160967886642114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SJVDsJD_G8I/AAAAAAAAACA/VIVvSlvvwLU/s320/100_2159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-9073014097931831926?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/9073014097931831926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=9073014097931831926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/9073014097931831926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/9073014097931831926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-has-finally-arrived.html' title='She has finally arrived !!'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SJVAU5_QJcI/AAAAAAAAABo/EMTWEGjURAM/s72-c/100_2073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-2293664693790556147</id><published>2008-07-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:41:34.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are again.</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the Dr. on Wednesday and still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no good news. I am still hugely pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say I was a little dissappointed, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little dissappointment every now and then is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good i suppose. Atleast that is what I keep telling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myself. I also keep thinking that as long as I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pregnant I can keep eating whatever I want, and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know that that is a bad attitude to have but who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next week will be the week or anytime between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now and my next dr. appointment. I will keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224404076947438994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SIDP0_GN_ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/R24AesYlVco/s320/100_2068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We buzzed Max's hair the other night and Dallas got it a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little shorter than I expected and was quite shocked. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told Dallas that he looks so much older and grown up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that it has been almost 3 years. Where has the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to Dallas the other day and I can't believe that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been 2 years since we moved from small town Utah to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the BIG city. They have been two great years. I think it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the best thing that we could have done and I am so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;glad that we did. It was hard at the time but so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-2293664693790556147?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2293664693790556147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=2293664693790556147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/2293664693790556147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/2293664693790556147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-are-again.html' title='Here we are again.'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SIDP0_GN_ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/R24AesYlVco/s72-c/100_2068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-7144981111340376712</id><published>2008-07-14T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:41:35.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 4th'/><title type='text'>July 4th and other Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a few weeks since I started this blog and&lt;br /&gt;it looks like I am already very behind. I need to try to stay on&lt;br /&gt;top of this and be a little more diligent about keeping my&lt;br /&gt;friends and family up on all the fun and exciting things that&lt;br /&gt;Max is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224397723071297458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SIDKDJEGN7I/AAAAAAAAABA/yD2mNG_9A_4/s320/100_2042.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400958445103906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SIDM_dxUqyI/AAAAAAAAABY/7uCVM3fb-iI/s320/100_2062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                        Riley, Whitley, and Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th of July&lt;/span&gt; we headed to Fayette to spend the day&lt;br /&gt;with grandma and grandpa and the rest of the family. We&lt;br /&gt;went to Gunnison to the parade and then up to the park to&lt;br /&gt;see all the happenings that were going on there. Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;and her two cuties, Ryley and Whitley, sat through the parade&lt;br /&gt;and then went to the park with us. Max and Ryley had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that they were worried about was getting to&lt;br /&gt;ride the train. So, they rode the train and rode the train and&lt;br /&gt;rode the train. We were beginning to wonder if we would ever&lt;br /&gt;run out of tickets to ride the train, but by the last ride the&lt;br /&gt;boys were ready to be done it was getting hot and we were&lt;br /&gt;all ready to call it good.&lt;br /&gt;Max was a little upset about they train, it was actually a tractor&lt;br /&gt;that pulled a bunch of little wagon type cars. He said to Dallas and&lt;br /&gt;I " I like the train at they zoo a lot better. This is not a train it is a&lt;br /&gt;tractor." He is always saying some of the cutest things and commenting&lt;br /&gt;about off the wall observations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              The Anticipation!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224398435261151778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SIDKsmLY-iI/AAAAAAAAABI/1HFNHN0a3Ws/s320/100_2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224398900366718674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SIDLHq1MttI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QuU1jLg7EOs/s320/100_2051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 And they are OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the park we went back over to grandmas and grandpas and had&lt;br /&gt;BBQ turkey and lots of yummy salads ( the best part about summer the BBQ&lt;br /&gt;and salads). Then they boys played and the rest of us just sat around&lt;br /&gt;and talked and talked, before I knew it, it was 7:00. I could not believe&lt;br /&gt;where the day had gone. It was great to sit and catch up with mom, grandma,&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, and dad. It was a great day with not a wasted moment. I can't&lt;br /&gt;wait till next year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 4th&lt;/span&gt; it seems like time is just flying by. I have been to the doctor a&lt;br /&gt;couple of times and I can't believe that we could have the baby any day now.&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond ready and extremely excited. We can't wait. Every day I think that&lt;br /&gt;I can't get any bigger, but I feel like I just keep growing and growing. We are so&lt;br /&gt;excited to see if we will be welcoming another little &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; or a little &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to go through another pregnancy without finding out. It has been fun and&lt;br /&gt;the excitement is great, but I am ready to know what this little bundle of joy is going&lt;br /&gt;to be. The other day Max was laying by me and he popped up and started to rub&lt;br /&gt;my belly and said,"Mom, what are we going to name the little &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;?" The whole&lt;br /&gt;time that he has known we were going to have a baby he has said that it is a little&lt;br /&gt;girl, so needless to say I was a little shocked at this. I said to him,"what little &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;he continues to rub my belly and says, "the little boy up here, this baby down by&lt;br /&gt;your belly button is Emma, but what are we going to name the little &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;?" I was&lt;br /&gt;a little nervous at this point. Since I got pregnant I have been worried that there&lt;br /&gt;were two babies, but I have had numerous ultrasounds and I have always been told&lt;br /&gt;that there is just one. So hopefully in a few days we will know if it is a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;if there is one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we finally have the house ready for the baby, we have the crib up and&lt;br /&gt;all the gender neutral clothing washed and put away , so now we just wait. It feels&lt;br /&gt;like all I do is wait and wait and every time I go to the doctor and he says we will&lt;br /&gt;see you again next week I want to cry. I am ready to have this baby. Maybe this&lt;br /&gt;week will be the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since all I have done is ramble on and on and on, I will sign off for today and&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you will hear from me again sooner rather than later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-7144981111340376712?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7144981111340376712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=7144981111340376712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7144981111340376712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/7144981111340376712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th-and-other-ramblings.html' title='July 4th and other Ramblings'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SIDKDJEGN7I/AAAAAAAAABA/yD2mNG_9A_4/s72-c/100_2042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279187112685996720.post-2738463459435188557</id><published>2008-06-23T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:41:35.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothing !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I have finally gotten around to working on our faimly blog that friends and family have been asking me to do for quite some time. I don't know how often it will be updated or if there will be anything of any interest to anyone, but we will see what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max wants to be outside or swimming all the time. Being almost 9 months pregnant I am not so keen on the idea of being outside in this HOT HOT weather, so we are always glad when daddy gets home to take him outside or jogging at night. Max is also really into building and distructing. He always has a hammer and a screw driver and is ready to fix anything that might or might not need fixing. He is a blast to have around. How boring life would be without him here to keep us busy and in line. He loves to let us know when we have said words or things that we are not suppose to say and sometimes he just wants me to stop talking so he tells me that I am not to say any words. Oh, the joys of a 3 year old attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218264530482090274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SGr_8WNn0SI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8MYzvwkte4k/s320/100_2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218265171233021490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SGsAhpMjHjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/W-mzZ0eI5nk/s320/100_2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is very excited for the baby. Every day he asks me if the baby has come out of my belly yet and when I tell him no he wants to know when it will be here. He loves to talk to the baby and let it know what is going on. There is always a good morning and good night with a few I Love You throughout the day I am sure that he/she will know the sound of big brothers voice and of course his SCREAM. I wonder if it is just the age because sometimes he has only one volume and it is extremely loud. Well, we will leave it at that for now. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279187112685996720-2738463459435188557?l=laralaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2738463459435188557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4279187112685996720&amp;postID=2738463459435188557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/2738463459435188557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4279187112685996720/posts/default/2738463459435188557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laralaughs.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing !'/><author><name>Charlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04672060953902032028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPNQ_U_rlLE/SGr_8WNn0SI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8MYzvwkte4k/s72-c/100_2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
