<?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-8362319402254715991</id><updated>2011-12-11T15:11:00.248-08:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxqrdRFJvbo/TdSS9RvJPII/AAAAAAAAAoM/_y2xXnsngHg/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B187.jpg'/><title type='text'>The de Arrieta Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-637988180376558326</id><published>2011-12-03T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:46:54.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Worries</title><content type='html'>Parenthood isn't easy as you all know.  I feel like it has compounded lately, but am thankful for prayer, the guidance that my Heavenly Father gives, and the pure content of His love that all will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUSFtVmL1ko/TtpaArdDcaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nCe9QERruA8/s1600/DSCN2341.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUSFtVmL1ko/TtpaArdDcaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nCe9QERruA8/s400/DSCN2341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681952847592386978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Poor Xandry was having high anxiety where she had to know where I was at all times and had to be with me.  It was really manifesting itself with anything related to school.  She would have these high panic, crying, hysteric, emotional, non-logical attacks when she was asked to go to bed and when she woke up in the morning.  The thought of going to school petrified her and she wouldn't sleep well.  She was attached to her watch and would look at it and count the minutes or hours to when she could see me again or be done with something.  She would call her dad over and over telling him he had to come up from work.  She even frightened her Aunt Vera one morning crying into the phone, "Help me! Please help me!"  Vera didn't know what was going on and I could only imagine the fear she must have thought from hearing her niece like that.   I would have thought she was abducted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11.6667px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUSFtVmL1ko/TtpaArdDcaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nCe9QERruA8/s1600/DSCN2341.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally told Drew that we had to take her to the doctor because it was affecting school and her personal relationships.  It was one thing to present itself with school, but when she wouldn't stay with Vera or her best friend Mariah it had gotten to a whole other level because she would never want to come home from either place.  The doctor diagnosed Xandry with very high anxiety and said that we were beyond the point of non-medicating.  She prescribed an anti-anxiety medication.  Xandry actually did not cry the other night and was singing, making up plays, and holding a conversation about school without panicking!  She even went right into her class without holding onto my arm with a death grip.  My little girl is back to her sociable self.  I can't even express how grateful Drew and I are to have that smile back on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:9.72225px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUSFtVmL1ko/TtpaArdDcaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nCe9QERruA8/s1600/DSCN2341.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3kqF5FeZRo/TtpaA6jHZ7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/cTLUwQSRWHE/s400/DSCN2277.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681952851644344242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:9.72225px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUSFtVmL1ko/TtpaArdDcaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/nCe9QERruA8/s1600/DSCN2341.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In January we will be taking Dalton to Children's Primary Hospital to be tested for high functioning Asperger's autism. I have always thought that my handsome son had some issues that I couldn't quite put my fingers on.  Dalton is very black and white, reacts, and internalizes simple things in a way that is non logical to any of us.  This year his classroom teachers are finally seeing what I have seen since he was an infant.  His 5th grade teachers probably thought I was a nut as I smiled and giggled at them when they wanted to discuss concerns that they have been seeing with Dalton that may be hard for me to take.  I stopped them and listed everything that they were seeing.  They were shocked to say the least that I actually realized the issues.  Me, I was thrilled that finally his teachers saw and was understanding that my little man is different even though he appears to be like other kids his age.  I was glad that they were willing to work with his struggles instead of just skipping over it or pretending it isn't there.  I am not sure what Children's Primary will end up saying.  When I filled out the paperwork and spoke with the assistant there she said that what I was describing did seem to be a form of Asperger's, but the doctor will let us know more come January 4th.  No matter what, I hope to walk away with strategies and a better understanding of Dalton's smart brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRKQ4wb5xo4/TtpaAPfkvcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/NOh9B5pvk40/s400/DSCN2196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681952840086764994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; font-size: 13.3333px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brookie actually has been doing great.  She amazes me with her hazel eyes, blond hair, and eagerness to learn.  She is still our feisty firecracker who told me just today that I was going to get a lump of coal from Santa because I wouldn't give her my pillow.  She got a new kitty which she named Sparkles at first and then switched it to Smokie just the other day.  That poor cat doesn't have a choice but love her.  It is cute though.  She also has been having fun having her sissy and daddy read to her my 4th grade diary, in which I was a bit boy crazy and theatrical at times.  Drew said he was shocked when Brook asked him to read the &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt; page.  She flipped through pages and found one which she had Drew read.  It talked about a boy named Mitch so he was relieved. Brook grabbed the book and heatedly said, "No, that's not it!" She flipped again and sure enough there was the nasty word on the page in reference to a girl that liked a boy that I liked.  (I was 10, just remember that.) Besides being feisty, Brook also has been enjoying going to her preschool/babysitter Julie's house where she been learning her letters, writing, and creating things up a storm.  Again Drew and I are filled with gratitude for Julie and her love for our two little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ByeSsAj7_8/TtpaAbpRrWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/wLh6EZ6wROA/s400/DSCN2360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681952843348684130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anthon is sick right now and it just breaks my heart.  His little eyes have the sick droopy look and is boogery, but yet he is tooting away on Dalton's old recorder flute, stopping every now and then to say, "See?"  He is a proud little one who likes to be noticed for what he does.  This morning his favorite saying is, "be nice." He most likely picked it up because we always tell him to be nice to the cats or to us.  He is talking a lot more especially phrases like, "I done." "eee-oo0" for stinkies and "i-e-u" saying each letter for I love you.  He still loves playing ball and is often making anything into a basket that he can put stuff in.  Though I try as I may, Anthon still prefers giving knuckles to everyone he meets including me when all I want is a kiss.  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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPJjdyymKwQ/TmTjxf1QQNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/PgvtXtNO_94/s400/DSCN2084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648890272127402194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalton started his first year of football and tackle no less!  His team is the Bulldogs and he plays wide receiver and safety.  I have to give this kid credit because he wanted to play football so bad and Drew and I were a bit skeptical because Dalton has always been our sensitive one.  Dalton has fought through not knowing as much as the other kids and never shed a tear after full pads and gear like many of the boys did.  He has amazed us by fighting through practices and even his first game.  It is not to say that he doesn't have his overwhelming moments especially since school started and practice goes until 7:30 at night.  He is sticking to his commitment though and I am really hoping that he will stick with it every year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFwcOSafFao/TmTjxt7TlUI/AAAAAAAAAvI/PZw4mLzMU6k/s1600/DSCN2086.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFwcOSafFao/TmTjxt7TlUI/AAAAAAAAAvI/PZw4mLzMU6k/s400/DSCN2086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648890275910882626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton's been fighting through emotions and the wows of growing too.  With football came a nickname given by the coaches.  Dalton's nickname was "Toad."  Now I am not sure the reasoning behind the name, but his team members at school would call him that.  Soon other kids were saying it, but not in a nice way.  He was being teased for something that was supposed to be a positive thing (so the coaches said).  Dalton broke down at the end of the first week and told Drew what was going on.  Now Drew and I try not to be the overbearing parents, but when your kid is being teased for something that was supposed to be positive, (even though I can't imagine a to positive take on the name "Toad.")  Drew called the coach and told him what was going on.  A new name was given to Dalton "Warrior."  The teasing has since stopped that we know of .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe the anxiety I have been feeling over my kids lately.  I worry about them, how they will be treated, how they will react, how they treat others, will they know how to handle the pressures of the world?  I am grateful for the gospel to help teach my children that they are a part of something so much bigger than just this time frame, but the ache of hoping that they remember this, and that they will choose right is daunting at times.  I can only imagine what our Heavenly Father feels for each of us.  I am sure that He too is wondering, will they remember?  Will they choose the right way to make it in this world?  All I can say is that like Dalton, I am fighting through.  Even though there may be setbacks in my life, like his, I will keep trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6593434705429669460?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6593434705429669460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6593434705429669460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6593434705429669460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6593434705429669460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/09/fighting-through.html' title='Fighting Through'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPJjdyymKwQ/TmTjxf1QQNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/PgvtXtNO_94/s72-c/DSCN2084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6981194986787543143</id><published>2011-09-05T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:10:41.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crazy End of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KY9OWYD8bCk/TmTNkopnwiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XDb6bA6ugyY/s1600/DSCN1834.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KY9OWYD8bCk/TmTNkopnwiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XDb6bA6ugyY/s400/DSCN1834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648865861900419618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seeing the Texian Schank cousins is always a treat.  Anthon picked up on Corrine's stage of screaming like a banchi, but boy are they cuties!  Meg's boys are growing like weeds and my kids enjoyed staying the night with them and playing in Aunt Rene's personal beach by the river.  It was nice eating hotdogs at the ranch and being with the Frey cousins too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VK2oPqfrVQU/TmTMbR_8J9I/AAAAAAAAAuo/O8OXFYTdNnQ/s400/DSCN1824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648864601689565138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weekend of the 23rd we celebrated in Winnemucca Drew's 20 year high school reunion.  Drew and I had fun visiting with his fellow Buckaroo classmates as I relished in the fact that I had the hottest husband there.  de Arrieta men age well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCjPkyRAru0/TmTMa-s71fI/AAAAAAAAAuY/t_nhkFPWb5U/s400/254624_2178239903046_1458337242_2445238_4298141_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648864596509578738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then it was time for Barb, Vera (my sister-in-law) to travel to the rainy city of Seattle for a belated Christmas gift from Joe &amp;amp; Barb.  We had fun with Drew's sister Anna (who lives there), ate like champions, walked the Underground, learned about the Seattle sites on the fairy tour, witnessed the fish at Pikes Place, visited 2 firehouses, rode the tram at Crystal Mountain, and was whisked away on a magic carpet with the Broadway show Aladdin.  With all the fun experiences the best was spending time with these amazing women.  I loved getting the chance to know them a bit more.  Thank you Joe and Barb for this amazing gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GExwD_YOVvQ/TmTMbhLxsyI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Phd8ixbsYvM/s400/DSCN1942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648864605765743394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;When we landed Drew and I stayed in Reno for a couple of nights for a pre 13 year anniversary weekend.  We got to visit with some friends, shop, and attend Drew's college friend's wedding.  It just reminded me of how blessed I am to still have fun, be able to laugh, and kick back with my hubby.  I am lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJhbDhErnGo/TmTMbERgELI/AAAAAAAAAug/kEtbArEDeYc/s400/293268_2178258903521_1458337242_2445298_4289247_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648864598005125298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We ended our trip with a trip to Lake Lahontan with Uncle John's boat.  Dalton, Xandry, and even Brook with Daddy' help got on the tube and glided over the water.  Anthon and I enjoyed riding in the boat, playing on the beach, and visiting with Grandma Judy.  We all had loads of fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355595862196&amp;amp;site=widget-b4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355595862196&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b4.slide.com/p1/2954361355595862196/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355595862196&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b4.slide.com/p2/2954361355595862196/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355595862196&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b4.slide.com/p4/2954361355595862196/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-6981194986787543143?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6981194986787543143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6981194986787543143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6981194986787543143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6981194986787543143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-end-of-july.html' title='A Crazy End of July'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KY9OWYD8bCk/TmTNkopnwiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XDb6bA6ugyY/s72-c/DSCN1834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7476502074937770133</id><published>2011-09-05T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T05:14:21.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5-HVacPvMU/TmS8h_i0eOI/AAAAAAAAAto/kuGeD_ZrsUA/s1600/DSCN2081.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5-HVacPvMU/TmS8h_i0eOI/AAAAAAAAAto/kuGeD_ZrsUA/s400/DSCN2081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648847124808628450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August 22 was a day of firsts for 5 out of the 6 in the de Arrieta household.  It was Dalton's first day at Flagview Intermediate School attending 5th grade.   Xandry's and my first day at Grammar #2.  She was in 3rd grade and I was teaching 4th.  BrookLynn had her first day at preschool at Great Basin Child Care Center and Anthon had his first day with a new sitter.  This day of first was endured by me as daddy went to work that very morning for his 48 hour shift at the firehouse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now thankfully all went well in the morning and we were out the door by the needed time to get Anthon and Brook to the sitter, Dalton to the bus stop, and Xandry and I to school by 8:00.  My mind was a worry for all of them that day because this was my "kindergarten moment" with Dalton.  I have always had the luxury of having him at school with me, spying on him at recess, and checking in on him in class.  This year, I was watching my baby really grow up and I didn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now being with my kids at school has its perks,  but maybe it is a good thing that parents can't see the happenings behind the school doors.  I checked on Xandry at lunch; sitting there amongst new faces and nobody was talking to her.  I tried to make small talk with her and a little girl next to her, but with no avail.  I wanted to scoop her up then and take her to my room, but knew that for her to make friends she had to be there with the other kids.  Then I checked on her at recess.  I watched my pretty little girl run to the tetherball poles where 4 other children were at.  I then witnessed a gut wrenching scene where the four children huddled together and then walked off leaving Xandry alone.  The tears just came to me as I walked outside.  She ran to me and we walked to my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cried together that night missing our friends at Mountain View, but more importantly we prayed together that Heavenly Father would send us good friends at this new school.  I told Xandry to invite a classmate to have lunch in my room with her, but when I went to get her she smiled and said that Samuel had asked her to sit by him in the lunch room.  I did check on her at recess for a bit and she was at the tetherball pole alone hitting the ball, but when I asked how recess was she said it was good.  After school I asked if she had made any friends and she responded that some of the girls were at least talking to her now.  My heart leapt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening though Xandry asked if she could speak to me.  She went on to tell me that she lied to me today because she didn't want to see me cry.   Samuel didn't really ask her to sit by him and the girls did talk to her, but didn't ask her to join in anything.  I wanted to cry again, but I kept it together because I knew I needed to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I still woke with tears in my eyes.  I needed comfort.   Bless Drew's heart he couldn't give me the needed hug that I wanted that morning since he was still at work.  I kneeled again finding the comfort I needed in my Heavenly Father.  As I got up, wiped my tears, I decided to place our names on the temple prayer roll.  I slowly started to feel better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That morning as Xandry walked with me on my early morning duty my heart and love bursted!  Running towards us was little Kyra shouting Xandry's name.  Kyra, our answer to prayers!  How grateful I am for this little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been in session for 2 weeks now and Xandry, Brook, and Anthon have been doing well.  Dalton has had a rough patch, but seems to be blending in easier now.  I am still worried about them all and wish I could just keep them under my wing.  Even with these trials of worry, I am grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who has taught us once again that He is listening, He loves us, and He won't leave us alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-7476502074937770133?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7476502074937770133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7476502074937770133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7476502074937770133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7476502074937770133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-of-firsts.html' title='A Day of Firsts'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5-HVacPvMU/TmS8h_i0eOI/AAAAAAAAAto/kuGeD_ZrsUA/s72-c/DSCN2081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1567215404664337483</id><published>2011-07-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:15:16.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being that I still have drains hanging from me and can't really go anywhere Drew and I decided to have friends over to celebrate the 4th. Fun was had by the kiddos as they swam in the pool, raced on the triple slip and slide, jumped on the tramp and into the small bounce house (yes into it, not in it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adults had a good time lounging, eating BBQ yummies, and playing washer board. We ended the night watching the fireworks down in our orchard. It was a fun night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pXSKxAOytA/ThPq2p3qPaI/AAAAAAAAAtA/na-Oc0DofdI/s1600/DSCN1756.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pXSKxAOytA/ThPq2p3qPaI/AAAAAAAAAtA/na-Oc0DofdI/s400/DSCN1756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626098584189025698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blaze, Cooper, Ty, &amp;amp; Dalton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOursYFhd-8/ThPq2IuLJ3I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Pfzbw_8Vd0E/s1600/DSCN1749.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOursYFhd-8/ThPq2IuLJ3I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Pfzbw_8Vd0E/s400/DSCN1749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626098575290869618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jump house &amp;amp; slip &amp;amp; slide fun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZmVmfml__E/ThPq14X42bI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-jR9F6ffxVY/s1600/DSCN1747.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZmVmfml__E/ThPq14X42bI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-jR9F6ffxVY/s400/DSCN1747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626098570902428082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Auntie Vera with James, Abby &amp;amp; Brook on the trampoline.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lisTzyoaCLI/ThPpsihKw2I/AAAAAAAAAso/rkP1p_Kn0jo/s1600/DSCN1773.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lisTzyoaCLI/ThPpsihKw2I/AAAAAAAAAso/rkP1p_Kn0jo/s400/DSCN1773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626097310905320290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Torrealday's watching the fireworks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBugMvvWfCI/ThPpsdZIkSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dUsdcddXYEc/s1600/DSCN1781.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBugMvvWfCI/ThPpsdZIkSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dUsdcddXYEc/s400/DSCN1781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626097309529444642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and my goofy hubby watching the works&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6iawFNrKcFo/ThPpDSg1MZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bO4VNs9ZNik/s1600/DSCN1762.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6iawFNrKcFo/ThPpDSg1MZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bO4VNs9ZNik/s400/DSCN1762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626096602234302866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cousin Shane with Reese &amp;amp; Brook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2nyl-D8QS4/ThPpDKCZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DbQxrK3fnBo/s1600/DSCN1761.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2nyl-D8QS4/ThPpDKCZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DbQxrK3fnBo/s400/DSCN1761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626096599959198050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of the Jones family enjoying the BBQ yummies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGMK4jnhLB4/ThPpCrhuuBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jW1Jvw52ayo/s1600/DSCN1755.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGMK4jnhLB4/ThPpCrhuuBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jW1Jvw52ayo/s400/DSCN1755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626096591769090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Dahlstroms minus Demi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtF_5ySaFuI/ThPpCI_gUrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_6HthB2qoTw/s1600/DSCN1740.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtF_5ySaFuI/ThPpCI_gUrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_6HthB2qoTw/s400/DSCN1740.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626096582498734770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My de Arrieta men!  Dennis, Shane, &amp;amp; Drew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eOmKHjmCNWc/ThPpBz6E-_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/aZQacRGh9aw/s1600/DSCN1738.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eOmKHjmCNWc/ThPpBz6E-_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/aZQacRGh9aw/s400/DSCN1738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626096576838826994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diane, Cauy, &amp;amp; Laura enjoying loungen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orgUofRtUZs/ThPtsq27fqI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/n_THnYMfKYo/s400/DSCN1745.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626101711190589090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soda Yum!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udxuYlvF8OU/ThPttE6M9II/AAAAAAAAAtY/cY-PYlCCkFc/s400/DSCN1753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626101718183638146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wade &amp;amp; Justin shooting the breeze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-1567215404664337483?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1567215404664337483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1567215404664337483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1567215404664337483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1567215404664337483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pXSKxAOytA/ThPq2p3qPaI/AAAAAAAAAtA/na-Oc0DofdI/s72-c/DSCN1756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1618181267991822463</id><published>2011-07-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:29:55.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gratitude is what I feel for our loving parents, my husband, and sisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESiZXi6jWzo/ThPTWC5nfVI/AAAAAAAAAro/EUOlJJb1Paw/s400/IMG2038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626072735204998482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to Grandma Barb &amp;amp; Grandpa Joe who planned a fun trip for Dalton &amp;amp; Xandry to San Francisco June 20th - 24th.  These lucky kiddos built some fun memories with their grandparents such as taking in a Giants game, seeing the ocean for the first time, going to Chinatown, Pier 39, Alcatraz, and the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xandry's favorite was Chinatown because "everything is different there."  She loved the clothes they wore, sounds, and shopping.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbrKjbtnt7c/ThPTV_Ic1ZI/AAAAAAAAArg/HLYQiew50SY/s400/IMG1941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626072734193472914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton loved the beach, even though they only got to stay there for about 30 minutes.  According to him, jumping the waves was the best.  He is a little swimmer at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrgWWrHiMtM/ThPTVsFAmII/AAAAAAAAArY/2dEZZ2thAzA/s400/IMG1916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626072729078765698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthon &amp;amp; Brook spent the time with Grandma Judy, Papa Joe, and Aunties Rene &amp;amp; Linda.  They were then joined by the two older kids for another week in Fallon where they played with cousins, played in the mud, went to Wild Island Water Park, sang and danced till they pooped out.  I am grateful to you all for helping me out during my hernia surgery and appreciate the 2 weeks to recuperate, but man did I miss my kids.  Thank you to my hubby who has been keeping care of me and was with me through it all.  I am truly blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HT4Dvm8vt7o/ThPUsTuVpAI/AAAAAAAAArw/uLrDh9FYH5o/s400/IMG1906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626074217189843970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-1618181267991822463?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1618181267991822463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1618181267991822463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1618181267991822463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1618181267991822463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/07/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESiZXi6jWzo/ThPTWC5nfVI/AAAAAAAAAro/EUOlJJb1Paw/s72-c/IMG2038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2815035390175409947</id><published>2011-07-05T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:10:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming an Example</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vK8Wz4D1BE/ThPAcno1owI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sOn5uXfIkI0/s1600/DSCN1678.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vK8Wz4D1BE/ThPAcno1owI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sOn5uXfIkI0/s400/DSCN1678.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626051957425021698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;June 4th was a very special day for Xandry.  It was the day that she was baptized with one of her best friends Makenna Hritz who moved to Utah the very next day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a special day for me as well.  I could not help but glow in thinking that this sweet spirit chose to make a commitment to our Heavenly Father to serve Him throughout her life.  What inspired me more is Xandry's want to be baptized.  She was the one that asked to do it.  This meant more to me than anything because I truly wanted it to be her choice, not mine, not friends, but hers alone.  Her sincerity and pure love for her Father in Heaven and knowledge of the sacrifice for what her elder Brother Jesus Christ did for all, melted my heart.  She actually renewed my own testimony that we all can come unto Christ if we believe and take upon us His name.  What an example!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for Papa Joe who baptized her and confirmed her.  I am thankful for Bishop Lewis, Jim Nisbet, Terry Hritz, &amp;amp; Lee Ray Reese for confirming her and being a part of this special day.  I also appreciate the wonderful talks spoken by Patsy Reese on baptism and the gift of the Holy Ghost by Sheryl Edgar.  Gratitude is also felt for Amy Nisbet for the beautiful song "Live Like You Believe."  Thank you to all of you that shared this great day and for being examples to my little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3a3HCMlhQZ4/ThPAdMQ0ZKI/AAAAAAAAArA/cSAqB1vRNcw/s1600/DSCN1734.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3a3HCMlhQZ4/ThPAdMQ0ZKI/AAAAAAAAArA/cSAqB1vRNcw/s400/DSCN1734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626051967256388770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2815035390175409947?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2815035390175409947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2815035390175409947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2815035390175409947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2815035390175409947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/07/becoming-example.html' title='Becoming an Example'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vK8Wz4D1BE/ThPAcno1owI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sOn5uXfIkI0/s72-c/DSCN1678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7269213886329349325</id><published>2011-05-19T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T06:25:28.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And a Very Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In 2 days we hit half of our family's birthdays.  Xandry turned 8 years old on the 3rd of May and got exactly what she wanted . . . a turtle!  She would roam the house for months on end yelling, "I just want a turTLE!"  I have no idea how to really emphasize how she would pronounce it.  There was a huge emphasis on the t's and man was it loud.  She drove me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XZUp-736DE/TdUZFaJjPbI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2ESgIGenII0/s400/DSCN1597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608416491669241266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, thinking that I would be sneaky, I purchased a Cherry-Head Red-Foot Tortoise in Utah when Dalton and I had our date to the broadway show Young Frankenstein the weekend prior to her big day.  Before returning home I dumped off the newly purchased gift at the Nisbet's house for them to turtle sit until her actual b-day.  I thought my plan was full proof when wouldn't you know I have detective in my home and a loose lipped son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xandry pestered her brother to death to find out if we did get her what she wanted, but then also took it further into interrogating Amy &amp;amp; Jim's first grade son asking questions about there being a turtle in there home.  I caught on that the turtle was out of the bag when she mentioned to me that I could have still gotten her a turtle and dropped it off at Amy's house.  Sneaky little thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any who . . . Squirt is here to stay and has been a great addition to the family.  Everyone loves him.  By the way, he got his name because the first thing he did when I placed him in his habitat was poop.  I knew right then he was a Squirt.  Then he peed on Ian, Amy's son, and did it again on Xandry when she first held him.  I told her what I had been calling him and she stuck with it.  Squirt is so comfortable with us that he just can't help it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25xLqEsp2lY/TdUYf3tewKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hWqrva2WEBM/s400/DSCN1581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608415846769541282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I stated before, Xandry's birthday is just 1 of the 3 that take up the half of the family. :)  Drew and I also celebrated our b-days on the 2nd of May, with a nice dinner with the Nisbet clan and a much anticipated trip to Boise for a getaway package for hotel, dinner, and broadway tickets to Wicked, given to us by Dad &amp;amp; Barb over Mother's Day weekend.  Now anyone who knows me pretty well, can tell you that I am WICKED over Wicked.  It was a fabulous weekend and I enjoyed it this time just as much as the first.  Thank you Nana for watching the kiddos and GRACIAS to Dad and Barb for giving Drew and I a b-day to remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgIstRvX_lU/TdUYgKeqWpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_9xaX9Mfj08/s400/wicked_img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608415851807660690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 325px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-7269213886329349325?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7269213886329349325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7269213886329349325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7269213886329349325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7269213886329349325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-very-happy-birthday.html' title='And a Very Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--XZUp-736DE/TdUZFaJjPbI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2ESgIGenII0/s72-c/DSCN1597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7473952723308677939</id><published>2011-05-19T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:57:31.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toot . . . Toot . . . Screech!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year, the fourth graders learned how to play the recorder.  Any parent that has had to endure a child practicing recorder would say that it is painful.  Oh my ears!!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNaWABZUSEE/TdUTOZzZzII/AAAAAAAAAqU/VuXhYbU2HAg/s400/DSCN1533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608410049125403778" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton's music teacher created a fun way to help the kids want to practice at home by creating a program that ran like that of karate.  Students would pass off certain songs and achieve certain belts or bead colors.  Dalton made it to the red belt.  Which was a great feat for him since he HATED the recorder almost as much as I did. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDifqZ_Sclg/TdUPjjiCAII/AAAAAAAAAqM/LfYAuO3GM4k/s400/DSCN1544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608406014467637378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dalton &amp;amp; his friend Cameron&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, he performed wonderfully, had a speaking part, and is almost ready to graduate out of elementary school and head to the middle school.  YIKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-7473952723308677939?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7473952723308677939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7473952723308677939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7473952723308677939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7473952723308677939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/05/toot-toot-screech.html' title='Toot . . . Toot . . . Screech!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNaWABZUSEE/TdUTOZzZzII/AAAAAAAAAqU/VuXhYbU2HAg/s72-c/DSCN1533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6977475985881340297</id><published>2011-05-19T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:29:56.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter at the Firehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were lucky enough to have Grandma Judy come stay with us for a few days. I really enjoyed having her here though I didn't get to spend a huge amount of time with her since I had meetings and appointments. It was a busy week for me, but the kids got to spend some one-on-one time with Grandma and she got to hang out with Drew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wEgGk1f4gw/TdULyGKWzuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZhYC40u0t78/s1600/DSCN1555.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wEgGk1f4gw/TdULyGKWzuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZhYC40u0t78/s400/DSCN1555.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608401866235236066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unG3Ylp0KdE/TdULFOK5kKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/LbyXYv8nArk/s1600/4138907_product.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJFTBMPVr_U/TdULFIfN2CI/AAAAAAAAAps/bwXjOPwQ3_o/s1600/DSCN1548.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sJFTBMPVr_U/TdULFIfN2CI/AAAAAAAAAps/bwXjOPwQ3_o/s400/DSCN1548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608401093765486626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5YtfHtkLI6E/TdULErysQJI/AAAAAAAAApU/2EVmYmG3RyU/s400/DSCN1563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608401086062542994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-In6YQAAGRZA/TdULybS6moI/AAAAAAAAAqE/16HlKQqUXR4/s400/DSCN1578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608401871908280962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter began with dad being at work and a rainy wet day, but that didn't stop the fun.  Drew's crew put together a delicious breakfast of french toast, pancakes, bacon, sausage, fresh fruit, and much more.  They even hid Easter eggs among the fire engines in the bay and around the firehouse.  Anthon found one right away and wouldn't let it go.  Dalton, Xandry, &amp;amp; Brook were all on the hunt for the shiny eggs that held money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQhNIWTHKjs/TdULExaEMjI/AAAAAAAAApk/4JoGx0z6xdc/s400/DSCN1565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608401087569867314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard for me to leave the firehouse that day because I was going home alone with the kiddos since mom was picked up by Linda to return back to Fallon.  Here I was feeling alone and was overcome with the emotion for what our elder brother Jesus Christ must have felt as he bleed from every pore; feeling alone, but also knowing that He was not alone.  He was and had been watched over by a loving Father Above.  I am grateful for the path that He showed to return to our Father.  I am thankful during this season for the reminder that there is life after death, that my sins have already been taken upon Christ, and that it is my responsibility to let them go and trust fully and completely in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unG3Ylp0KdE/TdULFOK5kKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/LbyXYv8nArk/s400/4138907_product.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608401095290884258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6977475985881340297?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6977475985881340297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6977475985881340297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6977475985881340297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6977475985881340297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-at-firehouse.html' title='Easter at the Firehouse'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wEgGk1f4gw/TdULyGKWzuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ZhYC40u0t78/s72-c/DSCN1555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3504429462651470267</id><published>2011-05-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:58:27.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxqrdRFJvbo/TdSS9RvJPII/AAAAAAAAAoM/_y2xXnsngHg/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B187.jpg'/><title type='text'>Happiest Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spring Break was full of happiness as we flew to California to celebrate some spring weather, thrilling rides, and time together with Nana.  The tickets were given as a Christmas gift by Papa Jim White, which was very generous of him.   We spent 4 days at the park and here are the breakdowns of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favorites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu0mQ5D5CPw/TdSXdRe7ATI/AAAAAAAAAos/RQMJga6-Blc/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608273965148209458" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BrookLynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Pirates of The Caribbean and Thunder Mountain were her favorite.  Brook would throw her hands up like she was going on a huge roller coaster, even if it was just the downward plunge of Pirates.  She actually did very well with the characters, something I was really worried about since she hadn't been able to even get close to Santa or the Easter Bunny.  She was a trooper and stayed awake till after 10:00 most nights.  She loved the princesses and had to get a picture with many of them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mini's&lt;/span&gt; house was also a favorite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQzQq7OsnOw/TdSS9SeOGzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/dc7-AxC9-1I/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608269017611377458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71ghQtXwtUw/TdSS9GusrXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Sbg2NVgylLg/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608269014459264370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Loved World of Color even though we got drenched!  She too adored Pirates and wanted to go on it multiple times.  We could not go past a cotton candy stand and not have her beg for it each time.  She also became a big fan of ribs and clam chowder.  She wanted mouse ears so bad and finally got them the last night.  She started trading the Disney pins and even got one that was 1 of 1,000.  She added to her snow globe collection too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Np-ry7pQ6Y/TdSVe4t3r1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/3DmcaUg34Zk/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608271793836502866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30I8rP3zKl0/TdSVfA2uwDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4t1f90helu4/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608271796021149746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dalton&lt;/b&gt; - The Jedi Training show was the most memorable experience for him.  When we first went to the performance Dalton was not chosen.  He was so upset.  The people right next to us had a sign that read, "The force is strong in this one!" Their child was chosen and gave the sign to us stating that it had been given to them by a kid who was chosen during the first show, it worked for them, and hoped that it would work for us.  After riding some rides Dalton &amp;amp; I made it back for another Jedi Training.  Dalton raised that sign and jumped around and sure enough, he was chosen!  Talk about one serious student.  Dalton listened, watched, and was ready to take on Darth Vader and Dark Mal.  It was a hoot to watch him.  When he was presented with his certificate stating he was an Official &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Padawan&lt;/span&gt;, Dalton turned to me and said, "Mom, I can't lose this because if I do I won't be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Padawan&lt;/span&gt; anymore."  It was the sweetest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9b0uGkEE00/TdSS84as8HI/AAAAAAAAAns/bclBL_SPyAI/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608269010617299058" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfzn6KfRxh8/TdSS9G7_3HI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kUG8mNcvpAA/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608269014515047538" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drew &lt;/b&gt;- Drew once again loved the Screamer at California Adventure.  Bless his heart, he had to go on it by himself since all of us were chicken.  He got a singles pass and was able to skip the over an hour regular line.  He was all smiles.  He also loved going with Dalton and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; on Indiana Jones.  I think he secretly loved that the kids fought over who got to ride with daddy. He was a trooper carrying around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; when needed, and dealing with me and the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lW-FQkXSyNQ/TdSXdvEAtBI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b1KUgMxDv4g/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608273973088400402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; - I loved having Doris there to help, to have the kids build those memories with her, and for her generosity in watching the kids one night so Drew and I could go on a date.  We were able to eat at the restaurant that you see on Pirates.  It was a wonderful dinner, where we were able to talk, have fun, and for just a bit, feel like we were dating again.  It was fun going on some rides just the two of us.  We got stuck right by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;carousal&lt;/span&gt; when the fireworks started.  It was thrilling to see fireworks booming on both sides of us when  all of a sudden Tinkerbell zoomed over our heads.   That night we were also treated with a super light and camera show displayed on "It's a Small World" that was set to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ao23pLhiX_M/TdSVfKSiRDI/AAAAAAAAAok/DfoY4-kypFI/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608271798553691186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you Papa Jim, Doris, and my loving Momma and Papa Joe for allowing my family to make a wonderful memory.  It truly was wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxqrdRFJvbo/TdSS9RvJPII/AAAAAAAAAoM/_y2xXnsngHg/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B187.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608269017413926018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/8362319402254715991-3504429462651470267?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3504429462651470267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3504429462651470267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3504429462651470267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3504429462651470267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/05/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='Happiest Place on Earth'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu0mQ5D5CPw/TdSXdRe7ATI/AAAAAAAAAos/RQMJga6-Blc/s72-c/Dec10Ap11%2B111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4691253794219132182</id><published>2011-04-20T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T07:31:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following in Daddy's Footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgGN4h7g3Lg?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgGN4h7g3Lg?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandry had her 2nd Grade Program entitled "Out of a Box." It was all about using your imagination and creating fun ways to pretend using a card board box. Her class was able to pretend they were firemen, just like her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597661827297379698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKY2l0bDunI/Ta7jxjTTBXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8wZ6qr0A3w4/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of her best friends were able to pretend that they were dinosaurs, paleontologists, veterinarians, princesses, astronauts, and pirates. She sang her little heart out, but didn't want to look at the camera or me during the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597672846432833010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7c5rRUzgQw/Ta7ty8x6jfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/OTsQJg5rWsg/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Brookie couldn't allow sissie to get all the spotlight. She had to get a picture with her friends too. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597661385901594738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6U2rxio9408/Ta7jX2-V2HI/AAAAAAAAAnU/XVH210oMOAg/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4691253794219132182?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4691253794219132182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4691253794219132182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4691253794219132182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4691253794219132182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/04/following-in-daddys-footsteps.html' title='Following in Daddy&apos;s Footsteps'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKY2l0bDunI/Ta7jxjTTBXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/8wZ6qr0A3w4/s72-c/Dec10Ap11%2B057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6735272551917982111</id><published>2011-04-20T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T06:38:02.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky March!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;March is filled with some special birthdays in our family; our two youngest kiddos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthon celebrated his BIG 1, at home with just our family on March 13th. Lucky for Drew and me, he didn't ask for much. :) We celebrated with a baseball cupcake cake and some small presents. His favorite gift though came from Auntie Rene, his helicopter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597641414640096146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q9lquwDrl8/Ta7RNYOjU5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/cuUzp_KMELo/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;The siblings had a ball placing his ribbon on his head and watching Anthon do the head bob trying to get it off. He did look pretty adorable with it on and trying to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597640000070139330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_46NWB6fLv4/Ta7P7CiyvcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wj70HLVdpOY/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B005.JPG" /&gt; Anthon only wanted to squish his cake not eat it. &lt;em&gt;(Just another thing like Daddy. The eating cake part that is.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597649771665043890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FURFmLDS-CU/Ta7Yz0kkMbI/AAAAAAAAAms/8mLp9sfEGi8/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;Brookie turned 4 on St. Patrick's Day and insisted that she have a "Candy Birthday" She was very direct in what she wanted: to make candy houses and necklaces, have lots of candy, and eat spaghetti! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597643415670801394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqBuBc4NJi0/Ta7TB2pcw_I/AAAAAAAAAls/eW4035-ipEY/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B075.JPG" /&gt; She celebrated with her boyfriend Bradock Johnston &lt;em&gt;(her words)&lt;/em&gt;, Allie Hritz, Reese Jones, and Dianna Howe. All her best friends.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597643420494386946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b44KYzE4Tp0/Ta7TCIne1wI/AAAAAAAAAl0/6k147NveEAo/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B081.JPG" /&gt;Brook was a bit of a pill the weeks previous to her birthday. She would often tell her siblings, friends, and yes even her parents that they couldn't come to her birthday party because they didn't do what she wanted. &lt;em&gt;(How I got another spirited child I will never know.) :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597643426412178386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciu1TKt_BSc/Ta7TCeqZK9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/reunWzyRGkY/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how spirited these wonderful gifts from heaven are, I am sure glad that Drew and I have been in trusted with them. I could not imagine our lives without BrookLynn and Anthon. I only have a small glimpse on what our Heavenly Father must feel for each one of us. The love will always be there no matter what they do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being that it was St. Patrick's Day the silly leprechaun hit our house again, sending the kiddos on another scavenger hunt. The kids were hoping that he would come again and spoke about last year's scavenger hunt for a month prior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597646268778876482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OJOXSZxGSY/Ta7Vn7TbDkI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZQsPaYVU4aI/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597646263228118818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtXgaDimaUY/Ta7VnmoBNyI/AAAAAAAAAmc/cOyiqkwopmA/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597646256999625474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq87mGV9iMw/Ta7VnPbB8wI/AAAAAAAAAmU/q3vA6VtGUgs/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597659023017638978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ME4vtQOEnv4/Ta7hOUi5_EI/AAAAAAAAAm8/WuXbBSX-UgA/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B070.JPG" /&gt;They got some great little treats from our little tricky friend like: gum, bath bubbles, a bad mitten set, and a bottle sucker pop. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597646247125240050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fg5-XaHs7as/Ta7VmqoyyPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4dORpmcW9MM/s400/Dec10Ap11%2B066.JPG" /&gt;Let's hope the Leprechaun and keep this up. I am not sure he knew what he was getting into. Then again, he probably knows that he won't get to have fun like this with these kiddos for much longer and just wants to enjoy the smiles, laughter, and anticipation while it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6735272551917982111?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6735272551917982111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6735272551917982111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6735272551917982111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6735272551917982111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/04/lucky-march.html' title='Lucky March!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q9lquwDrl8/Ta7RNYOjU5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/cuUzp_KMELo/s72-c/Dec10Ap11%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2716199547789751296</id><published>2011-02-06T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:06:07.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Too Darn Cute!</title><content type='html'>Just in the past two days my two littlest kiddos have really made me smile. I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard whimpering from Anthon and went on the look out for him. I found him stuck in the opening of Great Grandma Pearl's coffee table. Side note: He had a rash on his bum so I was letting him crawl around all natural! Great ammunition for when he gets older and starts dating. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570776831218063090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9gA0O6lvI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fYXCT4PR3f8/s400/christmas2011%2B215.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I could not find out where my little mini daddy was so I went on the hunt. As I went into the kitchen, there he was as proud as could be.  He pulled the drawer open, pulled out his loot, and climbed in.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570776825391291682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9gAehtHSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aAqrl2gmHN0/s400/jan2011%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for my Brookie. She was very upset that Xandry got to go with Auntie Vera to a Super Bowl party. She decided to make herself a little nest with the laundry basket to sulk, when she fell fast asleep.  She slept for an hour and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570776827449960642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9gAmMh6MI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CIWdjNhSp8g/s400/jan2011%2B069.JPG" /&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/8362319402254715991-2716199547789751296?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2716199547789751296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2716199547789751296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2716199547789751296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2716199547789751296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-too-darn-cute.html' title='Just Too Darn Cute!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9gA0O6lvI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fYXCT4PR3f8/s72-c/christmas2011%2B215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-8586730325917827353</id><published>2011-02-06T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:28:08.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What, 2010 is over?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am a bit behind with our family blog. Sorry for all you religious followers. :) A quick catch-up on the end happenings of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was spent in Fallon without daddy. He once again had to work another holiday. &lt;em&gt;(He worked Christmas too!)&lt;/em&gt; We were all excited to spend some time with Grandma Judy and Papa Joe when all of a sudden I was struck with the worse case of strep throat I have ever had. It laid me flat the whole time I was there. The Friday after turkey day I dragged myself with Papa's help to the ER to get a shot in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' booty. I wish I could say it did the job, but I was still out of it for almost a week. The thing that I was most grateful for was my family that week because they stepped up and took the kids and kept care of me. You are so loved for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Dalton is still proud that he actually ate mash potatoes. :) The kiddos had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570765357188600114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9Vk8JHUTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/QzDle2MvLfc/s400/christmas2011%2B222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; celebrated a BIG day with Dalton's 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! He was bummed because he didn't get is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; like he wanted, but he did get a party at Telescope Lanes with his buddies and cousins. &lt;em&gt;(The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; had to be returned because Grandma Barb &amp;amp; Grandpa Joe got it for him for Christmas) &lt;/em&gt;I am still amazed when I look at Drew's and my son. He is maturing and learning to control his emotions better. More importantly he amazes me with his knowledge of really who he is . . . a child of God. It makes my heart sing knowing that he knows what really matters here on this earth. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570756987998943010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9N9yeztyI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OOLYvNRs19c/s400/christmas2011%2B257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE BELIEVE! It was off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; City, UT for the North Pole Express with Nana Doris. It was a slushy, wet, snowy mess, but we made a memory. I got sick on the train and Dalton was mad because he didn't get to swim at the hotel that night, since we drove back to Park City. We did get to sing some Christmas carols, sip on cocoa, receive a snowflake ornament, and see the jolly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' man himself. The highlight from the kids point of view though was when they did get to go swimming and when we stopped in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wendover&lt;/span&gt; at the buffet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brook wanted to move into the casino since it "was just so beautiful." &lt;em&gt;(Do you have dumb found faces on your face too?) &lt;/em&gt;Doris and I have decided that next time we will just go to a casino with a buffet and a pool and the kids will be thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570756999533103938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9N-dcxC0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/MMxe5pEbU8I/s400/christmas2011%2B265.JPG" /&gt;Christmas was spent here in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elko&lt;/span&gt; with Nana. We had our traditional ham Christmas Eve dinner at our house with Uncle Dennis, Aunt Vera, and cousin Candace! We spent Christmas dinner at the firehouse with a prime rib and all the other guys' and gal's family. I have to admit, it is fun even though it isn't the fine china and decked out meal that I am used to at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;momma's&lt;/span&gt;! Though I am so glad that we won't have to do another Christmas for 6 years there! The other crews get that now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570765370659184754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9VluUwIHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mMLTi_MaghY/s400/christmas2011%2B291.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The kids got what they wanted, except for Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt;. She asked for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DSI&lt;/span&gt;, but Santa knew that she had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; already and found something else that was even more fitting, a karaoke machine. Man has that machine had some use!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570765363250871442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9VlSuePJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/y19xrSdU-ao/s400/christmas2011%2B278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt; just loved climbing over all the pretty presents.  He did get his ride and push firetruck though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570767201442998802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9XQShoKhI/AAAAAAAAAkk/P0w3kS6IFBc/s400/christmas2011%2B289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brook wanted Dora &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, a crib for her babies, and lip gloss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570765374750628498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9Vl9kOmpI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5GHBdu4JoI8/s400/christmas2011%2B290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our gamer.  Dalton had his head stuck to his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't see him for weeks.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt; :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8362319402254715991-8586730325917827353?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8586730325917827353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=8586730325917827353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8586730325917827353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8586730325917827353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-2010-is-over.html' title='What, 2010 is over?!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TU9Vk8JHUTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/QzDle2MvLfc/s72-c/christmas2011%2B222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4637598923273978439</id><published>2010-10-31T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:48:24.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween 2010!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534340695517074162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3tilZIkvI/AAAAAAAAAik/GX7lANgGeto/s400/Oct10+061.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am not sure if we will venture out on this breezy Halloween since my Karate kicking Dalton is sick. He has had a temp for the past 3 days of over 100. We did allow him to go to our ward's trick-or-trunk and Harvest Festival at the church last night. It proved to be a bit over powering for him because he was pukey and hot this morning. On a good note, he has been able to keep some food down now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534340703482265474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3tjDELv4I/AAAAAAAAAis/c7cVqpK-Dg0/s400/Oct10+065.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kiddos have been cute. Anthon was a football in which I dressed in one of daddy's jerseys and toted him. No hiking or spiking were involved though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534340729988671186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3tklzzZtI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hJfVPCMjW1w/s400/Oct10+068.JPG" /&gt;Brook was a lady bug. She refused to wear her wings and antennae. She just so happened to forget her shoes when we were trunk-or-treating too. I think she is wise beyond her years and just wanted me to push her in the stroller. Smart girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534342213310329378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3u67nPsiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UkRCjJvdZkw/s400/Oct10+066.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xandry was a witch, though I consider her to have been more of a beautiful sorceress. Once again, momma was not allowed to do hair on either of the girls or do make-up. Good thing they are just so darn adorable anyway!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534340716949933810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3tj1PIDvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/d0qUxaSd33s/s400/Oct10+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4637598923273978439?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4637598923273978439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4637598923273978439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4637598923273978439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4637598923273978439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-2010-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween 2010!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3tilZIkvI/AAAAAAAAAik/GX7lANgGeto/s72-c/Oct10+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-917989611422457689</id><published>2010-10-31T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:13:13.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Mini Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nbhr6wP0eFc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nbhr6wP0eFc?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthon, our Mini Daddy, is 7 months old and just started crawling full throttle on 27th of October. I swear, he would get up and rock back and forth, but never took a crawl forward. Then all of a sudden he started following me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quite the cute little bug and loves looking at himself in the mirror, another great trait of dad's! We love listening to him growl when he gets tired. It is a constant little hum of a growl that sooths him. Anthon is into eating everything we are. I think he thinks he is a big boy now that he has his two bottom teeth! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534335403529565746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3oujM_djI/AAAAAAAAAiU/snLgD23OKt8/s400/Oct10+004.JPG" /&gt;The other day his baby sitter Susan, dropped him off at the school and was apologetic when she proceeded to tell me that Anthon was a bit balder because her 2 year old daughter had some how found a razor and shaved a couple of marks on Anthon's head. I was laughing so hard because it so something that one of my own children would have done. Thank goodness though, her little one didn't cut him and she caught it soon enough. Though, I should be really mad. Any of you who know my kids know that they don't get a real head of hair until they are 3! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534335412985913506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3ovGbj4KI/AAAAAAAAAic/JcW1hgcVmVI/s400/Oct10+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-917989611422457689?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/917989611422457689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=917989611422457689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/917989611422457689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/917989611422457689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-mini-daddy.html' title='Our Mini Daddy!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3oujM_djI/AAAAAAAAAiU/snLgD23OKt8/s72-c/Oct10+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2567603946212071536</id><published>2010-10-31T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:54:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for Dalton!</title><content type='html'>Grandpa Joe &amp;amp; Grandma Barb are usually in the sunny state of Arizona hibernating during Fall and Winter while basking in the sun and playing golf. They are what you call Snow Birds, migrating every year where there is no snow. Can you kind of hear the envy in my voice? So jealous, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dalton's b-day is in the beginning of December, they usually do not celebrate his special day until Christmas. They decided to bring out the presents a bit earlier this year. They had a special surprise for him since he was soon to be going on a special trip with daddy to the only university that is allowed to be spoken of in our home, the good old University of Notre Dame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534330438488310546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3kNi-6QxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bz6RuVySh-k/s400/Oct10+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton was spoiled with his very own blue leather Letterman's jacket, just like the one on the movie Rudy. He looks so old in it! I can't believe that in December my first born will be 10! The sad reality has been hitting me that he will be leaving my home in a shorter amount of time then I have had him. 8 years and he will be out! I am not sure that I am ready for all that is in store. I want him to be my little man forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he was able to bring his jacket and many other ND paraphernalia on the trip with Drew over the 16th of October. Dalton was giddy with excitement with the thought of not only spending time with Dad, but flying on the plane, staying at a hotel, going to Shedd Aquarium in Chicago, the Chicago Zoo, and staying with Uncle Crazy and Aunt Peg at their South Bend home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of the trip for Dalton was the zoo. Drew said that he liked it more than Shedd Aquarium and it was free! I still giggle when I think of Dalton calling me and telling me that he and dad had to pay money at the &lt;em&gt;"Troll Bridges."&lt;/em&gt; He of course meant to say Toll Bridges. Dalton also made sure to give me a run down on the hotel they stayed at in Chicago and it having a tiny bed when they were supposed to have a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534330445331784882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3kN8ehZLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/AhTc8hUivZE/s400/Oct10+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, they had a wonderful time watching ND defeat Western Michigan 44 to 20. Dad even got to visit ND's fire Department. I can see where we will retire now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534330446639250530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3kOBWPvGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3DqLkGBIePU/s400/Oct10+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything I am glad that daddy and son got to have some bonding time together.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534330457400493426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3kOpb7RXI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qinIQMmecfc/s400/Oct10+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2567603946212071536?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2567603946212071536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2567603946212071536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2567603946212071536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2567603946212071536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-for-dalton.html' title='All for Dalton!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TM3kNi-6QxI/AAAAAAAAAh0/bz6RuVySh-k/s72-c/Oct10+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2983744224566225757</id><published>2010-10-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:34:41.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh  . . . children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLCxJg9cPPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9zOp--eskcI/s1600/endjune-beg+jul+10+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526111519808175346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLCxJg9cPPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9zOp--eskcI/s400/endjune-beg+jul+10+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then you get reminded of things that you are not supposed to do or say by your children. Example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew and Brookie are driving in the truck when Brook says, &lt;em&gt;"It's ok to say shit dad . . . Let's just say shit." &lt;/em&gt;Hmm . . . I wonder who taught her that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard to believe that my little Anthon is almost 7 months. He is only in the 25% for weight but seems to want to eat all the time. Maybe that is because he prefers momma over the bottle. Night times are getting to be a dread for me. He gets up at least 5 times a night. Add that he is teething and the combo is disastrous for me. Each morning has been a fight for me to roll out of bed let alone exercise. UGH! We have decided to move his crib and let him cry. We are on night two of endless crying. I am hoping the third day is the charm to break him of thinking he needs to get up 5 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526112403322084450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLCx88TknGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xVposl2rzUM/s400/Sept10+011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Still, when I look at his big eyes and ears I fall in love. He is trying to crawl but isn't there quite yet. He gets on all fours and rocks back and forth. He is so sweet and loves nuzzling his nose into your face. I feel blessed every time I see him and his siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/InfCAuLv_Ys?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/InfCAuLv_Ys?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2983744224566225757?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2983744224566225757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2983744224566225757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2983744224566225757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2983744224566225757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh-children.html' title='Ahh  . . . children'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLCxJg9cPPI/AAAAAAAAAg8/9zOp--eskcI/s72-c/endjune-beg+jul+10+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6549171998944854004</id><published>2010-10-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:40:17.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLCjnHs6eBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lpXLZ6hmFX0/s1600/Christ+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526096635261253650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLCjnHs6eBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lpXLZ6hmFX0/s400/Christ+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mid September I was able to go to our girls Annual &lt;em&gt;Time Out For Women&lt;/em&gt; trip to Logan. This year like the past, was a spiritual renewal as well as a mother's uplift to know that she is doing a good job. This year's theme was "Infinite Hope."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the talks spoken was by Brad Wilcox, regarded the continual pressure we have as women, and as individuals, that we are not making the grade. We feel as if we are not cutting it, not perfect enough, not doing what we are supposed to. He commented to us, &lt;em&gt;"Satin is the one who whispers, 'You're not good enough . . not doing your best . . . not being perfect.' God loves us! He loves the offeree more than the offering."&lt;/em&gt; We shouldn't get so caught up with what we are "not doing" that we forget what we "are doing." God loves what we have done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than anything, this stuck with me. My inadequacies of feeling that I am lacking in so many areas pulls my spirit down. This conference was an answer to a prayer. I needed the reminding that my Heavenly Father loves me for who I am . . . not for who I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded the other day of Infinite Hope and the presence that our Heavenly Father is around us, we just need to open our eyes and listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a busy mother like many, I was running every which way and trying to multitask. With this "get everything done" attitude I was grading papers, holding Anthon, cheering for Xandry at soccer, and watching BrookLynn play. It was time to go so I placed all the items for school in my school bag, (which just so happens to be my new &lt;em&gt;Time Out For Women&lt;/em&gt; bag) stuffed Anthon's toys, the treats, the water bottles, blankets, and all the other kid things needed that trip in the diaper bag. I buckled Anthon into his carrier, grabbed both bags, held Brook's hand and went to the truck (something I'm not used to driving). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all seemed to be well until the next morning when for the life of me I could not find my school bag which contained assessments that took me over 5 weeks to administer, my grade book, and my flash drives. The realization that I had left my bag on the side of the road was clear and heart breaking. Let it be known, that no where in the bag said my name or school. I started to panic and cry. I was walking into school feeling down hearted when infinite hope came from my child. Dalton responded, &lt;em&gt;"Mom, don't forget about our secret weapon."&lt;/em&gt; Puzzled I asked what he meant. His reply, &lt;em&gt;"You need to pray&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even 10 minutes later, I was being paged to the office. I started running toward the office with hope building inside me. When in plain site on the counter was my school bag. New tears stung my eyes because in no way, shape or form, should that bag be sitting there. The secretaries told me that a woman had dropped the bag off and that she left her name and number. When I looked at the name it just so happened to be one of the ladies that I went to &lt;em&gt;Time Out for Women&lt;/em&gt; with, Kim Stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I dialed her number and thanked her for being my angel that day and a true answer to my son's prayer, I was again reminded of our Heavenly Father's love. He is around us. He listens. He works through each and everyone of us if we but open our eyes and listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton . . . Kim, thank you! Thank you for being in tuned to our Heavenly Father enough to remember that hope is all around us. Thank you for teaching me a lesson that I already knew, but need constant reminding of.&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/8362319402254715991-6549171998944854004?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6549171998944854004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6549171998944854004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6549171998944854004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6549171998944854004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/10/infinite-hope.html' title='Infinite Hope'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLCjnHs6eBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lpXLZ6hmFX0/s72-c/Christ+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2314653478769228031</id><published>2010-09-05T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:43:12.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What . . . SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that school is here. The kiddos can't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton entered the 4th grade in Mrs. Vera's class while Xandry is in the 2nd grade with Mrs. Baker. So far they love their teachers but are mad at the system for making them go back to school so early. I am with them. Summer flew by! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513655031166558786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRwCcq6YkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/f2aFGASACak/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;(PS, I am not allowed to do their hair, but they are still cuties!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Anthon and Brook's first couple of days with their new babysitter Susan. So far so good. They didn't scream and loved playing. Anthon still likes momma more than the bottle. He will eat a bit, but seems to be up more at night because momma is there. EEAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2314653478769228031?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2314653478769228031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2314653478769228031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2314653478769228031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2314653478769228031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-school.html' title='What . . . SCHOOL!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRwCcq6YkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/f2aFGASACak/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3632227285579899371</id><published>2010-09-05T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:30:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month of Summer Fun!</title><content type='html'>Summer whisked by after the 4th of July! We literally were home for 4 days in between all the happenings. So get on your reading glasses because here is the run down of our 4 weeks of summer fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 1&lt;/strong&gt; started in Fallon where the kiddos and I stayed with Aunt Rene &amp;amp; Uncle John because our Texan Schank cousins came. We tried to endure a 105^ play at Oaks park on one of William Shaspear's epics, but finally decided that Patricia's pool sounded much better! We had many dinners, watched Dillon at baseball, rode the miniature horse Hot Shot, went to Wild Island in Reno, and had a bridal shower for our newest family member . . . Ashley &lt;em&gt;(who married Colby, hear more about that in a bit.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513582239290008706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIQt1ZzIpII/AAAAAAAAAd8/pKNkEmnGLNU/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513582219246516994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIQt0PIZOwI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dpErDgO3I9M/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513582235069000754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIQt1KExLDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WY2z2F1uBI4/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513582223842834114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIQt0gQPdsI/AAAAAAAAAds/MXebJhRtWqk/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 2&lt;/strong&gt; The kids and I met Drew in Winnemucca where we ventured up to Blue Lake. It is a 3/4 mile upward hike into this little mini Lake Tahoe. Drew had the crazy idea to camp right by the lake. We grabbed all gear including portable play pen and hiked in with all 4 kids! NUTS!! Best workout of my summer! It is the most peaceful and quiet area ever. The kids caught fish with daddy while mom and Anthon read. I actually read 5 books this summer! We ended the trip with a much needed bath at Nana Doris's and a good meal at Grandpa Joe's &amp;amp; Grandma Barb's house.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633798471662610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRcuit9vBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/XULkNO4VCuw/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633837433314770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRcwz3JXdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/RZYa1OOytM0/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633847731510130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRcxaObW3I/AAAAAAAAAec/7h0-93sFm64/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week 3&lt;/strong&gt; was in McCall, Idaho where we stayed at the amazing rental home of Drew's Aunt Sandy. We were joined by Rene, John, their girls, and our Schank boy cousins. We swam at the neighborhood pool, hot tubbed, went to the lake, played in the water feature in town, went ice skating, created some great glass, ceramic, and beaded necklaces at the craft shop, and of course ate at Ice Cream Alley every day! The adults would fix the kiddos dinner in the evening and then we would head out to try the good eating spots for an hour or two. Needless to say, we ALL didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513643508783929762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRljwc0WaI/AAAAAAAAAek/boe3gsA3djw/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513643524717483762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRlkrzrFvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ER73-erD1OM/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513643534263537186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRllPXoTiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yTBwckh50_w/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513643520981154514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRlkd43OtI/AAAAAAAAAes/Qqb2587BTBA/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;week 4 &lt;/strong&gt;We welcomed home my baby brother Charley from law school in Australia and partied like crazy! It had almost been 4 years since we wrapped our arms around Charley! We got rooms at the Atlantis in Reno and took all the kiddos there to swim in the amazing pools as we waited for Uncle Charley's midnight flight. We were pretty much all present when the big guy came down the terminal. Hugs and kisses galore! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513646791799777714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRoi2oyqbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UkqPAdlgLuk/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513646800372903282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRojWkyLXI/AAAAAAAAAfM/T6p13gc6Wig/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513646808810053586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRoj2AW39I/AAAAAAAAAfU/vS9sXgWIXOE/s400/mid+july-beg+aug2010+150.JPG" /&gt;The next day was a beachy visit with my step-sister Eva on the shores of Lake Tahoe. The kids had fun on a rental boat and swimming in the crystal clear, but very cold water. The week ended at the Frey Ranch in Fallon with the beautiful wedding of Colby and Ashley. It was special for Drew and I because almost to the day 12 years earlier we exchanged our vows on that very spot. I still love him and even more wonderful . . . he still loves me :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513650363981280706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRryyDOtcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xC1ERXGgyug/s400/IMG_3515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513650355358322034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRryR7WzXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bajeSegapdk/s400/IMG_3562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a sad good-bye to all our loved ones, especially not knowing when I will get to see Charley again, but the summer itself was fun, busy, and exciting! At least we got to have a whole family picture with all my siblings and their kids!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513650351166223042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIRryCT4csI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Ktypqmr_vwY/s400/IMG_3401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-3632227285579899371?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3632227285579899371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3632227285579899371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3632227285579899371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3632227285579899371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-month-of-summer-fun.html' title='1 Month of Summer Fun!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TIQt1ZzIpII/AAAAAAAAAd8/pKNkEmnGLNU/s72-c/mid+july-beg+aug2010+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2913742348543705369</id><published>2010-07-05T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:19:04.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A de Arrieta 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490591987430187874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDKAUnlh42I/AAAAAAAAAdU/va-xfJe67uI/s400/endjune-beg+jul+10+075.JPG" /&gt;This year's 4th of July was spent here in Elko with the de Arrieta clan coming for a visit. It was wonderful! We had Drew's Dad, Uncle Jim (Crazy) &amp;amp; Aunt Peggy, Bridget and Mike, Dennis &amp;amp; Vera, and their kids and grandchild. Drew was in hog heaven having his blood around.&lt;br /&gt;We did a girl 5k walk (with gorgeous outfits I might add!) went to Lamoille with the little ones, had BBQ's, played some washer board, a trip to the firehouse, and watched the fireworks from our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490590270594168018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJ-wr37NNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UnSIiCqEvSI/s400/endjune-beg+jul+10+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew got a bit spoiled with gifts from Bridget and Uncle Jim. B gave a map that belonged to great grandpa and an old envelope addressed to great, great grandpa Domingo Bengoa. They were both framed beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490591972449857538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDKATvx8MAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/o8fbFr94H9s/s400/endjune-beg+jul+10+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490591281203242514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJ_rgr55hI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yZEqowWwcgU/s400/endjune-beg+jul+10+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Crazy gave a gift to all the boys that was amazing and made me think even more about the amazing start our ancestors created. Here these men were, created from Joe &amp;amp; Gert de Arrieta. Now it is Drew's and my turn to add to that blood line. It made looking at my little ones and B and Mike's little Jimmy Mac even more inspiring. We are connected in a way that is more than this life and will continue till the end of the earth.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490591276631283570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJ_rPp3V3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/x5qvpDA756U/s400/endjune-beg+jul+10+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2913742348543705369?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2913742348543705369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2913742348543705369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2913742348543705369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2913742348543705369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-arrieta-4th-of-july.html' title='A de Arrieta 4th of July!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDKAUnlh42I/AAAAAAAAAdU/va-xfJe67uI/s72-c/endjune-beg+jul+10+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7361445598783776637</id><published>2010-07-05T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:50:06.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJvMYOXNoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0warVC2Akc4/s1600/mombag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490573154169861762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJvMYOXNoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0warVC2Akc4/s400/mombag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 26th was Elko's Relay for Life. My Bunco group decided that we were going to form a team called "Bunco Invasion." We sold baked goods, had small games, and walked the relay. Sandy was our captain and boy did she do a great job with the Hawaiian theme. You rocked it Sandy and I promise next year I will be more help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of us there, had been touched in some way by cancer. Doris lost her husband Bill. Dayna fought the fight herself. Me, I was walking for my Mom, Drew's Dad Joe, my Nana Ida, and my Aunt Joanne. To honor these amazing people and many others, the track glowed with candle luminaries. At dawn the luminaries were lit and the living walked among them. Tears filled my eyes as I walked by those that I had come to honor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my hope that we each can give a little more to fight for the cause either in prayer, service, or with donations. This year Elko raised over $60,000!&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/8362319402254715991-7361445598783776637?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7361445598783776637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7361445598783776637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7361445598783776637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7361445598783776637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/07/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay for Life'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJvMYOXNoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0warVC2Akc4/s72-c/mombag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1684029408742657387</id><published>2010-07-05T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:31:06.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A big thanks to Raegan for taking our family photos. I have wanted new ones since last year. Poor Brookie had to look at just Dalton and Xandry with Drew and me for forever. Now we have a cute picture of us all and even cuter individual shots of the kiddos in the front room. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless Raegan's heart. I canceled on the first appointment because I thought the wind was too bad. At our schedules time the wind stopped completely. The next week we rescheduled and the wind was a howling. I was not going to make the same mistake so I kept the appointment and wouldn't you know, the wind blew the whole time. Raegan did a great job being that #1 she isn't a pro photographer and #2 the wind. You would never know she wasn't a pro though. Take a look at the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490566780407523602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJpZYHAKRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ATsaEWG_ZAM/s400/treefam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken in our favorite tree in our yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490566812061899330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJpbOB_mkI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xfimfnzFIEY/s400/dalton+4+70s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, Dalton could be a child model.  I am in trouble with the ladies when he is older.  WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490566830413038530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJpcSZPw8I/AAAAAAAAAcc/KqW9hxAwjDI/s400/xandry+2+saf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not saying that Xandry is any different.  She is a cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490566794107299202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJpaLJSJYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bX0CPTGZQHs/s400/anthon+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthon is a mini daddy.  He looks so much like Drew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490566824387789570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJpb78twwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/td0zyQDt1BU/s400/brook+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rosie cheek little Brook.  She had a rough day that day, but still manged a little smile.&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/8362319402254715991-1684029408742657387?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1684029408742657387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1684029408742657387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1684029408742657387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1684029408742657387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-happy-family.html' title='One Happy Family'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TDJpZYHAKRI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ATsaEWG_ZAM/s72-c/treefam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4334471711294525050</id><published>2010-06-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:10:54.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Blessing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfUTmHCSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fnZBnDZcBpI/s1600/end+may10+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481548498925455650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfUTmHCSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fnZBnDZcBpI/s400/end+may10+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfT5-Ha1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/drBuJRyuQhE/s1600/end+may10+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481548492046822226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfT5-Ha1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/drBuJRyuQhE/s400/end+may10+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfTXfMd1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/J8F1sfTdljs/s1600/end+may10+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481548482790324050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfTXfMd1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/J8F1sfTdljs/s400/end+may10+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfS8ZeAtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Fqv6jtF01H4/s1600/end+may10+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481548475518550738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfS8ZeAtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Fqv6jtF01H4/s400/end+may10+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfSXXiKFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ilAAVM7lDR8/s1600/end+may10+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481548465578322002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfSXXiKFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ilAAVM7lDR8/s400/end+may10+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We blessed Anthon on June 6th here in Elko. It was so special having Papa Joe, Mom, Rene', John, and my two nieces Haley and RayAnn come from Fallon. It was also nice having my friend's hubbies stand in the circle to help bless this special little boy who has come to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a microphone mishap so we could not really hear what was said. I am hoping that some of the men that were right there can remember and give me some words that I can write down in Anthon's baby book. I know it said something about being an example or helping with his brother and sisters. Courtney also said that the blessing spoke of how the gospel will always be a big part of Anthon's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched these men lay their hands on Anthon's head, I could not help but think of what my son may become. I hope that he can take something away from each of those men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa Joe ~ strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bishop Lewis ~ sincerity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim ~ humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courtney ~ song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terry ~ professionalism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Whitten ~ service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What power all of these men have, not in the sense of ruling the world, but captivating it. I pray that my son will grow to captivate, to use his talents in a way that will help inspire himself and many others.&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/8362319402254715991-4334471711294525050?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4334471711294525050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4334471711294525050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4334471711294525050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4334471711294525050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-blessing.html' title='What a Blessing!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJfUTmHCSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fnZBnDZcBpI/s72-c/end+may10+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4017289558646636083</id><published>2010-06-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:40:38.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocken 2nd Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/oi2r9tqoLE8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oi2r9tqoLE8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oi2r9tqoLE8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4017289558646636083?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4017289558646636083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4017289558646636083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4017289558646636083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4017289558646636083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/06/rocken-2nd-grade.html' title='Rocken 2nd Grade'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4471577858063977553</id><published>2010-06-11T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:57:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time happenings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJUgqftBXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/q3EL7sNAHhs/s1600/end+may10+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481536616603125106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJUgqftBXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/q3EL7sNAHhs/s400/end+may10+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJUfmeRxqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3dN2uAH7Qk4/s1600/end+may10+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481536598343534242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJUfmeRxqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3dN2uAH7Qk4/s400/end+may10+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJTjM2zsjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/moqctj-_Mm0/s1600/end+may10+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481535560674947634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJTjM2zsjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/moqctj-_Mm0/s400/end+may10+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJThz9VgnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PsLCwzJP_So/s1600/end+may10+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481535536811573874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJThz9VgnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PsLCwzJP_So/s400/end+may10+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kicked off summer with Nana in Winnemucca! Oh all right, so it was Memorial weekend, but to me that is like the official start of fun in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to go to the carnival and the Winnemucca cemetery. I have to say that it is one of the most beautiful ones in Nevada. Dalton had to comment on it being one of the best days ever. I am sure he was talking more about the carnival than the cemetery. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following week was the last week of school. The second grade teachers put on a skit that was a hoot. I played videographer since I had Brook &amp;amp; Anthon by my side. You probably already saw the clip in "Rocken 2nd Grade." It was very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend we had quite the parties starting with a graduation party for Whitney and ending with girls camp certification for the 2nd and 5th ward girls. I am still craving their Dutch oven peach cobbler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4471577858063977553?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4471577858063977553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4471577858063977553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4471577858063977553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4471577858063977553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time-happenings.html' title='Summer time happenings!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJUgqftBXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/q3EL7sNAHhs/s72-c/end+may10+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6783350000813969358</id><published>2010-06-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:06:33.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with Grandma Judy!</title><content type='html'>It was so good to wrap my arms around my momma and just feel her there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481526081338547394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJK7bk5HMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/A9sBTsMEaQw/s400/end+may10+005.JPG" /&gt; The trip to Fallon was good with a spiritual trip to Reno to the temple with my mom. While there she took the big leap to try on wigs. I thought she looked great in one of them, minus the color. It was grey and black! Momma however, was not too thrilled with the whole experience and left with just a little hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her first chemo appointment and felt the affect of it a few days later. Papa Joe had to take her to the hospital the following week since she wasn't eating or drinking anything. After some intravenous fluids she was feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week her brother, Charlie, shaved her head. I think he must have had a secret "Yes!" going on. What brother doesn't dream of taking a buzzer to his sister's head? :) The good thing about this is that she now has two wigs to chose from and countless scarves and hats. She looks great in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for the prayers that have been given and again ask for your prayers continually. She will have her second chemo next week and I am hoping that she remembers to suck on some ice or something so we don't have another hospital repeat.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481526071398192786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJK62i7VpI/AAAAAAAAAZE/v8MgQesWJcs/s400/end+may10+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6783350000813969358?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6783350000813969358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6783350000813969358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6783350000813969358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6783350000813969358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/06/visit-with-grandma-judy.html' title='A visit with Grandma Judy!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TBJK7bk5HMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/A9sBTsMEaQw/s72-c/end+may10+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2709484822225613676</id><published>2010-05-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:12:24.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigers and Animals Oh My!</title><content type='html'>We have added another addition to our family and his name is Furball. He has replaced Sweet Pea, who replaced Latte, who both were eaten by the coyotes. As Brook likes to say, &lt;em&gt;"They died."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472697319092052642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LtN1O24qI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6y6MCVAmtDg/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;Furball has jumped right into our hearts and is quite the little fireball who likes to work on his attack skills with everyone's feet. However, at times he is calm in such the case as the other afternoon. I went into check on Anthon and look at what I found! Furball curled up with him. This has become a ritual with Furball. He loves sleeping with Anthon. Now many of you may be having a heart attack at the moment most likely thinking that he will suffocate Anthon, but he doesn't even go near his head. He loves that kid and when Anthon cries he is there checking on him. Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472697330494318962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LtOftXqXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CFsGocICvoE/s400/b-days10+034.JPG" /&gt; Now onto the next ferocious beast! Brook was so tuckered out that she went into the playroom and conked out right on top of her stuffed Tiger. Is she not the cutest all curled up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472697332513664658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LtOnO0bpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/C2u1_NsyoZ0/s400/b-days10+035.JPG" /&gt; Last, but cutest of all, is Brook telling her version of the "3 Little Pigs." Make sure to turn off the music on &lt;em&gt;Our Play List &lt;/em&gt;so you can hear her speak. It melts my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvTWLhuRreI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvTWLhuRreI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2709484822225613676?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2709484822225613676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2709484822225613676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2709484822225613676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2709484822225613676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/05/tigers-and-animals-oh-my.html' title='Tigers and Animals Oh My!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LtN1O24qI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6y6MCVAmtDg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-774984292721589065</id><published>2010-05-18T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:11:29.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, 9 months ago . . .</title><content type='html'>So 9 months ago and many years some people were caught in the summer passion! Hee Hee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am trying to say is we had a very busy month with birthdays galore! Three just in our family of 6! Drew and I started the festivities with Drew turning 37 and me 34 on the 2nd of May. On Xandry's promptings we decided to have a birthday potluck dinner where we were joined by friends who brought the side dishes and us the meat. Drew cooked up some yummy lomo and tri-tip. Can you say Y-U-M-M-Y?! We ended up with about 7 families. A good time was had watching the Hritz kids dance and the Welch and Nisbet kids sing. My family watched as usual since we do not have a talented bone in our bodies. Thanks again for all that came and celebrated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472685834102126098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LixUT4NhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UwMmQ1wkXZs/s400/b-days10+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472685827411258034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_Liw7YpqrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YfHEes_M2uQ/s400/b-days10+007.JPG" /&gt;The very next day was Xandry's turn. She turned 7. Boy do I feel old! It seems like just yesterday I was in the hospital screaming bloody murder and scaring our good friends the Petersons to death. I still feel bad about that Missy! Any who, back to the story. . . Xandry celebrated the following weekend with a bowling party in which she invited more people than usual. It was Mother's Day weekend and I didn't think all would come. Was I ever wrong!! Good thing I only do parties every other year. (Thanks to Raegan and Suzanne's idea.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472685808014685378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LivzIJdMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ixSIvwVADcc/s400/b-days10+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472685816310512226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LiwSCBumI/AAAAAAAAAYM/It8sNlVqxms/s400/b-days10+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472685849190779970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LiyMhSzEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Vw05iAh5JJc/s400/b-days10+017.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy B-day to my sister Megan which was on the 17th and soon to my momma on the 24th. We will head to Fallon for mom's because her gift includes a trip to the temple in Reno before her first chemo appointment on the 26th. Keep her in your prayers that she doesn't get too sick with the procedure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy b-day to all you other Tauruses!&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/8362319402254715991-774984292721589065?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/774984292721589065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=774984292721589065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/774984292721589065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/774984292721589065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-9-months-ago.html' title='So, 9 months ago . . .'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S_LixUT4NhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UwMmQ1wkXZs/s72-c/b-days10+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2665198060638499548</id><published>2010-04-22T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:07:50.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring? More like Winter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look at what we awoke to this morning! Crazy Nevada weather:) Taken from our kitchen nook windows. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463070837725255874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9C5-3lo2MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3_gGKJxfu_Y/s400/Mar-Apr10+052.JPG" /&gt;Dalton having some early morning fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463070845855283938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9C5_V3_OuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/o17NpKhW0B4/s400/Mar-Apr10+053.JPG" /&gt; A contrast of spring and winter taken from our bedroom window.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463071440967268786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9C6h-1vebI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Y2OM82MjppM/s400/Mar-Apr10+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2665198060638499548?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2665198060638499548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2665198060638499548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2665198060638499548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2665198060638499548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-more-like-winter.html' title='Spring? More like Winter!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9C5-3lo2MI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3_gGKJxfu_Y/s72-c/Mar-Apr10+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6397469986065821414</id><published>2010-04-22T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:16:30.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Anthon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9Css9a2g5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Hoo_OaSx2Gg/s1600/Anthon+Baby+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463056236401820562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9Css9a2g5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Hoo_OaSx2Gg/s400/Anthon+Baby+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, a big thank you to Kari Bates for taking some adorable pictures of our little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463056197366989138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9CsqsAOQVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IXwV7xtUXJA/s400/Anthon+Baby+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463056217082223602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9Csr1cs2_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/NPF54_f4sVo/s400/Anthon+Baby+028.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't have a scanner so I couldn't scan the picture of Anthon's birth announcements. I used some of the pictures that Kari took though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463056226558927042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9CssYwH4MI/AAAAAAAAAXU/rgIm3SrTd38/s400/Anthon+Baby%3Cspan%20class=" /&gt;Anthon is still small, but he is growing and I can see that his fingers and thighs are getting bigger. He gets a sour tummy a lot which breaks my heart. He loves looking around with his huge eyes. His facial features actually look like he is thinking really hard when he does this. He has been a joy and we are all in love with him!&lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463056207901879762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9CsrTP77dI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2w7rseUeU_k/s400/Anthon+Baby+022.jpg" /&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/8362319402254715991-6397469986065821414?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6397469986065821414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6397469986065821414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6397469986065821414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6397469986065821414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-little-anthon.html' title='Our Little Anthon'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S9Css9a2g5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Hoo_OaSx2Gg/s72-c/Anthon+Baby+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4574978918359228191</id><published>2010-04-22T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:53:53.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter with Grandma Judy!</title><content type='html'>I was chomping at the bit to get to Fallon to see my mother for the first time since we found out that she had breast cancer. It was just so good to wrap my arms around her and squeeze her and to feel her close to me! She on the other hand was very excited to get to see Anthon for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that my mother's double mastectomy went very well. The sisters and I were so worried about how mom was going to handle anesthesia because her past bouts with it haven't gone to well, but mom showed us all! She came out with wonderful color and was coherent all the way. She was able to come home the very next day. We are now waiting to hear what we should do next like chemo and hormone blocking treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this all, I am so grateful for the amazing faith that my mother has. She knows without doubt that she is a daughter of a Heavenly Father and that through him anything is possible. I am grateful for her for teaching me that there is someone always with us and He will guide us and walk beside us every day of our lives. She is truly an amazing woman and I am so grateful to have her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was great. The Easter Bunny had allot on his plate and therefore didn't make the kids baskets this year.  He opted for store bought ones that were easy to transport and no thought what really left to them.  However, mommy misses having the spiritual aspect in the basket that the Easter Bunny usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who . . . we had yummy dinners at Aunt Rene's and Uncle John's and even ventured out to see the Easter Bunny at the hospital Easter egg hunt. BrookLynn was not too happy with this endeavour though. She started screaming bloody murder when the Easter Bunny came close to her. I am not sure how she will handle Disneyland later in the year. She has quite the aversion to costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great seeing Megan and her newest addition Corinne. My new little niece is not that little, but very much the cutie who already loves to talk your ear off. I love that coo-ing sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-f7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355588383991&amp;amp;site=widget-f7.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355588383991&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-f7.slide.com/p1/2954361355588383991/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355588383991&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-f7.slide.com/p2/2954361355588383991/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355588383991&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-f7.slide.com/p4/2954361355588383991/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4574978918359228191?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4574978918359228191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4574978918359228191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4574978918359228191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4574978918359228191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-with-grandma-judy.html' title='Easter with Grandma Judy!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2673873141669615805</id><published>2010-04-01T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:10:56.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7T66TnNR2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUrkmgiPrvI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455260928256591714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7T66TnNR2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUrkmgiPrvI/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All right, maybe this title isn't fully the truth for me at least! When I last logged in about the happenings with me was that the ER docs said that I had a UTI. Well . . . that wasn't true. I had a hematoma over my right ovary. Needless to say I was in excruciating pain for pretty much the first two weeks of Anthon's life. I finally have been getting over that when BOOM I get hit with another medical whammy; Mastitis. So Anthon isn't even three weeks old and I have encountered more pain after his birth than during. I would say I have had ALLOT of something. I am doing better now that I again have medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455260924692843570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7T66GVizDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GZkJ8x0u43I/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;I had to just share some cute things with the girls and Anthon. The girls have been playing like crazy with each other. I am very glad for this. They love playing babies, taking baths, doing hair, and making orange juliuses. (You can see some of this with the above pictures.) It has been fun watching them entertain each other, but man do they fight too. Brutus Brookie will hold her own and often gets the better of Xandry or Dalton. It must be the third child thing. (What do you think Auntie Meggie?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big sissies are also way too cute with Anthon. They are to the point where they will fight over who gets to hold him pretty much every hour of the day. Brook won this fight and then immediately fell asleep with him on the couch. Again, too cute!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455260940031142882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7T66_eeq-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/yToebcg-PJM/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthon looks more and more like his daddy each day. Drew will have to stop telling everyone now that his kids belong to the Shwans man. Mean man he is!! :) I just tell him that you don't ever mess with a "Portigue." We are feisty and will always dominate :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to pause the music on "Our Play List" so you can hear what Brook is saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vgk9g7oeCgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vgk9g7oeCgg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2673873141669615805?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2673873141669615805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2673873141669615805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2673873141669615805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2673873141669615805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-of-everything.html' title='A Little of Everything'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7T66TnNR2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUrkmgiPrvI/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1894275074730798470</id><published>2010-04-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:03:10.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalton's BIG Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TwFX1SwNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hCPdl7x7j3A/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249023740068050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TwFX1SwNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hCPdl7x7j3A/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have an artist in my family. Uncle Charley you would be proud, too bad you're in Australia! Dalton's artwork was chosen for Cowboy Poetry and was displayed in the Western &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Folklife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Center during the festivities. Last week we were able to go and take a look at all the work and he was awarded an official Cowboy Poetry Pin. Each year they only make one pin and I guess they become valuable. (I would know that if I was a Cowboy Poetry buff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455249016942839874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TwE-gtSEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yF5G48l2DOM/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;Dalton had his first baseball practice for minor leagues on his new team "Bulldogs". Though he said he wanted to do baseball his actions show a different story out on the field. He is my day dreamer and often likes to put on his own show for everyone who may get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; like he does sitting in outfield. Drew's working with him at home, but he is still a bit jumpy when the ball comes to him. I am looking forward to summer again so he can do swim team. He loves that! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton then performed in his 3rd grade Music Program. He did a wonderful job singing and grooving to songs that inspire thinking and trusting in your smartness! I still can't believe that he is on the downward slope of 3rd grade. It amazes me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;viewing&lt;/span&gt; the video you will need to pause "Our Play List" to listen to Dalton and his fellow 3rd graders sing. Sorry for the jumpiness, Brook was shaking my arm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZ_22YXxkbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZ_22YXxkbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-1894275074730798470?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1894275074730798470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1894275074730798470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1894275074730798470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1894275074730798470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/04/daltons-big-week.html' title='Dalton&apos;s BIG Week!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TwFX1SwNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hCPdl7x7j3A/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1749379955312138021</id><published>2010-04-01T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:37:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Encounters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(According to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved meeting Auntie Vera &amp;amp; Uncle Dennis for the first time! They already babysat me once when Momma went to the ER. They did a super job and I hope they do it again soon. I think my Mommy needs a date night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238429885760898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TmcupmhYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LGa6mWhfzDk/s400/march+004.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh what love came from Grandpa Joe &amp;amp; Grandma Barb.  Hey Grandpa, I am glad that you are feeling better and the cancer is gone.  You look like you're on your way to 100% better! I just can't wait to have you back from Arizona.  Are you ready to go fishing?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238420365991042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TmcLL6XII/AAAAAAAAAV8/o0Nda49idOo/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got a sneak peak at my Papa Joe! He stopped by on his way back to Fallon from Idaho. I am ready to ride the riding lawn mower with you.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238447843763282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TmdxjH5FI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7aQ1ADHzitw/s400/march+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my first real bath. I loved it!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BrookLynn&lt;/span&gt; helped and Nana took pictures. My mom loves the kitchen sink for this. It's been passed down from generations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455238400814124642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TmbCWYjmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FgKdsDYRe5g/s400/023.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;My next new encounter will be meeting my Grandma Judy, some of my cousins, and Aunties Rene, Linda, &amp;amp; Megan. I am going to go to Fallon for Easter &amp;amp; to be with my Grandma Judy before her surgery on Tuesday. Please keep her in your prayers. I won't be going and visiting anyone when I am there since I am still little and my Grandma will be hurting. Know I love you guys though! &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/8362319402254715991-1749379955312138021?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1749379955312138021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1749379955312138021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1749379955312138021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1749379955312138021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-encounters.html' title='New Encounters!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S7TmcupmhYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LGa6mWhfzDk/s72-c/march+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2518291879422887152</id><published>2010-03-20T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:58:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week With Anthon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6T0qYmkeGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mIgL2DJwxGA/s1600-h/march+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450750458021050466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6T0qYmkeGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mIgL2DJwxGA/s400/march+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anthon is one week old today and I am still in awe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad has been loving his 2nd son and inducted him into his first March Madness basketball game; Notre Dame vs. Old Dominion. Well . . . if you are following these crazy weeks of b-ball you know that the Irish lost by one. Not a very good first game or introductory to the Irish. No fear Anthon, dad swears that the Irish will come back with their sport teams and the de Arrietas will still wear their blue and gold with pride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450757106681705458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6T6tYyy8_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/raXy2oEsNmk/s400/Anthon+019.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dalton is still wishing he was older. The kiddo cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450750449915905810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6T0p6aJxxI/AAAAAAAAAVM/j-e84GVFZ1M/s400/Anthon+026.JPG" /&gt;Xandry is Miss Mother Hen. She wants to hold him all the time, read him stories, change his diapers, and just wants to know when she can start walking around holding him. (Something that momma is not too thrilled about and won't let her do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450756278869908002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6T59M9FWiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bdTHuJtUR3M/s400/march+002.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;BrookLynn is adorable with him and still loves on him like crazy. The good thing is that the loving isn't the malling kind. She actually is gentle with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, I am in absolute love with this little guy who has a quiet demeanor. He really doesn't cry. He is sleeping allot through the night with the exception of a 2 hour block from about 12:00 - 2:00 where he is wide eyed and ready to take in the world. He watched the complete movie of Little Women with me the other night :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450756290866000546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6T595pLMqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/51l46x2qZ0E/s400/Anthon+048.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;With this love has come some complications for me. I am not sure if it is caused by my tubectomy, but I have had the worst pains ever. My doc finally told me to go to the E.R. Thursday night. When I would try to get up or turn to my right it felt as if my guts were being torn out. They believe it is that nasty UTI that wasn't taken care of all the way. I still have the pain and have to keep myself drugged up to even move. (Something that I hate doing) I am really hoping that the UTI is all it is. Still, all has been worth it and I am so glad that my little Anthon is here with his three siblings. I am one happy gal!&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/8362319402254715991-2518291879422887152?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2518291879422887152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2518291879422887152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2518291879422887152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2518291879422887152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-with-anthon.html' title='A Week With Anthon!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6T0qYmkeGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mIgL2DJwxGA/s72-c/march+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2748720928641009684</id><published>2010-03-20T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:53:25.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Patrick's Day wasn't just a day for the Leprechauns to visit, but BrookLynn's 3rd Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450744288455865970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6TvDRLmtnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Rigvi3vKKxw/s400/march+023.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We celebrated when Papa Joe stopped through. It was a simple affair with just family, but the Relief Society even brought Brook's favorite dinner . . . spaghetti.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450744295717355746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6TvDsO4QOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ODpcwB1MkEY/s400/march+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still hard to believe that Brook is 3 and that she wasn't Anthon. Drew and I swore that she was going to be a boy. Here she is and we couldn't ever picture our lives without her spunk, hazel eyes, and blond curls. What joy she has brought in her three year time!&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/8362319402254715991-2748720928641009684?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2748720928641009684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2748720928641009684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2748720928641009684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2748720928641009684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6TvDRLmtnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Rigvi3vKKxw/s72-c/march+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1684609121668735370</id><published>2010-03-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:42:58.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Leprechauns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6Tr-5DC5xI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zYpz_LfboyQ/s1600-h/march+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450740914723153682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6Tr-5DC5xI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zYpz_LfboyQ/s400/march+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Not that I haven't had allot on my mind these past few weeks, but we awoke on St. Patrick's Day morning to one sad little Xandry Lynn. "The Leprechauns didn't come!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that don't know, the Leprechauns come and visit our home every year and this year they casually forgot to come in the morning like usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never fear though! They redeemed themselves and sent the kids on a scavenger hunt when they returned home from school. Those Tricksters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450740921051336482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6Tr_QnzTyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Gl1DFD5wKMc/s400/march+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450740929949744146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6Tr_xxWPBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fINQQlJeveQ/s400/march+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450740941741503650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6TsAdsuNKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/w01saiveJtU/s400/march+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-1684609121668735370?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1684609121668735370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1684609121668735370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1684609121668735370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1684609121668735370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/darn-leprechauns.html' title='Darn Leprechauns!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6Tr-5DC5xI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zYpz_LfboyQ/s72-c/march+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6556416630335305802</id><published>2010-03-16T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:23:14.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthon Bengoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6BAbGSD1cI/AAAAAAAAATs/4o8GZ_R813Q/s1600-h/Anthon+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426383405307330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6BAbGSD1cI/AAAAAAAAATs/4o8GZ_R813Q/s400/Anthon+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's here! He's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bengoa&lt;/span&gt; made his debut on Saturday, March 13 at 2:04 pm. He weighed 7 pounds 11 oz. and measured 21 1/4 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any child of mine, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt; had to come on his own terms and waited for daddy to leave for his 48 hour shift. I woke up in the wee hours of Saturday morning with contraction again. They were about 3-5 minutes apart and I felt allot of pressure. By 2:30 a.m. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; Drew and he said that he was on his way. There was a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' storm brewing outside and the visibility was next to nothing, but we made it to the hospital and were hooked up to monitors by around 4:00. These contractions then started the routine like those previous in the week, becoming more sporadic. The nurse came in and said that I had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt; and thought that my contractions were most likely caused by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could think of was, "Great, I got Drew out of work and how will I ever know if these stupid things are real?" The nurse wanted to talk to my doctor before letting us go. The next thing I knew she was wheeling in an IV with some antibiotics and saying how my doctor said to keep me because I just tend to go early and fast. I have to admit I was thrilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They started me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Potosin&lt;/span&gt; around 11:00 am. My water broke on its own around 12:30 pm. though I was managing the contractions well, I knew that it was going to be then or never to get an epidural. So around 1:00 I opted for the epidural and was in hog heaven. I wish I could have had one of those with the others. NICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I knew it I was relaxed enough and dilated to a 10 by 2:02. A few pushes was all it took and out came one of the most precious little boys ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449428467828508562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6BCUbXRx5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/UhLzXzB51Kc/s400/Anthon+047.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are absolutely cute with him. At first Brook wasn't too sure about him actually being here and taking up what she thought should be her space on the hospital bed. "When are you going to put him in there?" She would ask as she pointed to the bassinet. Now it is, "I want to hold baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt;." She kisses him and just loves on him.  One of my favorite little sayings from her happened when she saw that I was nursing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt;, "Milk comes from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; Mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426391620812146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6BAbk4yfXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/px4kY7FcXQk/s400/Anthon+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; has a hard time leaving each day for school. She wants to be home with mom and be my nurse. I will say that she stayed with me for an hour at the hospital and made sure to help me with my snaps on my gown and that my IV tubes didn't get all tangled. She runs in from school, washes her hands, and has to hold him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426409386732114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6BAcnEg6lI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Xt7v-5XVc1Q/s400/Anthon+043.JPG" /&gt;Dalton is excited to have "his brother" because now the score is "even." We have three girls and three boys. I think he would have been more pleased if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt; would have came out a six year old. I think the reality that there is actually an age difference finally has set in. Don't get me wrong, Dalton is still sweet with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt;, but he doesn't hover around like the girls do.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426395531894306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6BAbzdQ3iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XgmTNWWoumE/s400/Anthon+040.JPG" /&gt;All in all our family of 6 is complete and doing great. Thank you for all your prayers and well wishes. We appreciate them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6556416630335305802?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6556416630335305802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6556416630335305802' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6556416630335305802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6556416630335305802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/anthon-bengoa.html' title='Anthon Bengoa!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6BAbGSD1cI/AAAAAAAAATs/4o8GZ_R813Q/s72-c/Anthon+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2303164881113898528</id><published>2010-03-12T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:56:44.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brook's First Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6A2vZ_ohRI/AAAAAAAAATc/7pA6i8zbQQQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449415737177834770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6A2vZ_ohRI/AAAAAAAAATc/7pA6i8zbQQQ/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brook finally gets her first hair cut at the "almost age" of 3! You can see how thrilled she is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe since she has been refusing since she started getting hair. I am just glad that she eventually had enough to get a cut. I guess you can call it more of a trim then anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say thank you to Nana Doris for taking pictures during the event, but I wish she would have used the zoom. I really didn't need to be in the pictures. I am retaining water and look like a heffer that is out grazing in the field. NICE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all Brook did very good as long as I held her through the event.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447984597286275954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5shIGcMS3I/AAAAAAAAATM/dvQEl9kuR1E/s400/020.JPG" /&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/8362319402254715991-2303164881113898528?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2303164881113898528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2303164881113898528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2303164881113898528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2303164881113898528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/brooks-first-hair-cut.html' title='Brook&apos;s First Hair Cut'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S6A2vZ_ohRI/AAAAAAAAATc/7pA6i8zbQQQ/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1421265434357718616</id><published>2010-03-12T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:50:40.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rhRZWReGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ixON3YUfF0U/s1600-h/1998-04-18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447914388236367970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rhRZWReGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ixON3YUfF0U/s400/1998-04-18.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here I am almost 38 weeks and I am still pregnant! Now most of you might say, "RayLynn you're supposed to be pregnant until 40 weeks." All I have to say is that, I NEVER HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthon just wants to hang in there I guess. I swore that I was going to have this baby last weekend when I went to my appointment at the beginning of the month and they said that I was dilated to a 1. Well . . . the weekend passed and no baby. So this past Tuesday when they said I was dilated to a 4 and 50% effaced I for sure thought, "Anytime now!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still saying those words, even after nights of contractions that were 5 minutes apart for 3 hours and then NOTHING. This has been happening quite a bit, and just when I think I am going to tell Drew they stop as if they never existed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday day and night I again thought "There is no way that I can make it another day." Drew called his mom. Doris came and no longer had she walked in that door that everything stopped. I had even gotten my sub lined up. I have stayed home for 2 days now and NOTHING. Actually, today has been a bit more progressive. I have felt allot more pressure and back pain. I am glad Doris is still here because Drew went back to work this morning and won't return until Sunday morning. Chief Kightlinger said that he has the red ambulance on call for me and he will have Drew and me at the hospital in no time. Let's pray I won't need that. I don't really need Drew's whole crew up in my business, if you know what I mean. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully the next post will have pictures of a precious little boy, who is not going to be too huge. Dalton was 8 pounds 11 oz between 37-38 weeks and Brook was 7 pounds at 36 weeks. I am nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-1421265434357718616?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1421265434357718616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1421265434357718616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1421265434357718616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1421265434357718616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing.html' title='NOTHING!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rhRZWReGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ixON3YUfF0U/s72-c/1998-04-18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4313928894258153723</id><published>2010-03-12T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:32:05.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rc6fBXsHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SkPCZ84DgTU/s1600-h/Nov-Dec09+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447909596575805554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rc6fBXsHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SkPCZ84DgTU/s400/Nov-Dec09+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This past Monday, March 8th, we received word that my mother has breast cancer. These words are never easy to hear, but when it comes from your mom or anyone in your family for that matter, it cuts like a knife through your very heart. Panic is all I felt. I still feel it. I am worried sick about what may happen, but am trying to rely on my faith to know and to see that she can beat this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still in the "not knowing allot stage." Thank goodness for a sister in the medical profession. After a couple of days of no phone calls by the doctors (who were supposed to call) Rene has the appointment with the surgeon set for Monday. We should know more then. What we do know is that surgery is a definite and that it is an invasive form of cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am asking for your prayers each and every day. I know that there is great power in this simple act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4313928894258153723?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4313928894258153723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4313928894258153723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4313928894258153723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4313928894258153723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rc6fBXsHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SkPCZ84DgTU/s72-c/Nov-Dec09+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-9020643209876311835</id><published>2010-03-12T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:20:49.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rZkYqS4pI/AAAAAAAAASs/XYuTUzP0tBE/s1600-h/Nov-Dec09+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447905918376403602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rZkYqS4pI/AAAAAAAAASs/XYuTUzP0tBE/s400/Nov-Dec09+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lost a great on March 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew's grandfather, the kids, "Great Grandpa Joe" died in Winnemucca at the age of 92 in the home where he grew up in. He was the all typical American Basco: bull headed and all about family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew was able to visit with him a week before he passed. I am glad that he was able to go. Even better is that Drew was able to spend a whole weekend with Grandpa a year ago and video taped him telling stories about his life. He was married to Great Grandma Gert for 63 years. Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an example of hard work he left for his two sons and daughter and grand kids.  He was an amazing man that had insight that the family adored.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-9020643209876311835?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/9020643209876311835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=9020643209876311835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/9020643209876311835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/9020643209876311835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-great.html' title='Being Great!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S5rZkYqS4pI/AAAAAAAAASs/XYuTUzP0tBE/s72-c/Nov-Dec09+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2618024902037014229</id><published>2010-02-14T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:06:04.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S3hqjEzrqII/AAAAAAAAASk/sklQWNz2918/s1600-h/Arms_of_His_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438213700868352130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S3hqjEzrqII/AAAAAAAAASk/sklQWNz2918/s400/Arms_of_His_Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I never said it would be easy. I only said it would be worth it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote has been a driving force for me. I love it! I have it in my home with a picture of Christ. As I contemplate the birth of this new little spirit inside of me, look at my children and husband, this quote burns louder everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the ultimate love that our Heavenly Father and Elder brother Jesus Christ has for us is amazing. I keep thinking that right now my little Anthon is among them waiting for his journey here to Earth. What a feeling of happiness and a bit of anxiety our Heavenly Family must have in the hopes that Anthon will choose the right path to lead him back home to them again. What an act of love to actually allow us to choose between right and wrong instead of just giving us everything. True love does allow you to experience things and come to your own realizations to gain gratitude for all that has been laid out before you. It takes work, but it has been promised that if we keep our promises to them, They in turn will keep Their promises to us, making everything worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every mother and wife have had those days where it seems as if it would be easier to throw in the towel. (Some of you read my break down moment!) Again my favorite quote rings truth. In one little instant you can be reminded that it is all worth it from the gentle hug or look from your husband to the adorable voices of your children saying "Mom tank u" to "You're the best mom ever" and of course the "I love you more than all the stars in the sky." Little &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;worth its&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; flash before us. Let's just hope that we snag onto them to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just would like to say it is worth it. I hope that this Valentine's Day you will be filled with some form of the love that has been laid out for each of us. We may not always see it, but we have an ultimate cheering section routing us on to do just that, SEE ALL THE LOVE AROUND YOU! Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2618024902037014229?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2618024902037014229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2618024902037014229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2618024902037014229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2618024902037014229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-it.html' title='Worth it!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S3hqjEzrqII/AAAAAAAAASk/sklQWNz2918/s72-c/Arms_of_His_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7239703873344018619</id><published>2010-02-13T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:58:19.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for wonderful friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have stated before, Anthon was a bit of s surprise for us.  We had started to give everything away when we found out that our little one was coming.  Lucky for us it was friends to the rescue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan has lent us a load of things from a bassinet to the swing.  So much of the bigger items are accounted for and ready.  Just as I was starting to freat about clothes, diapers, and all the other essential items, in came Gina and Bernie to throw a wonderful baby shower with one of my favorite games, "What's in the diaper?"  (a melted candy bar game.)  I also loved the brunch that was prepared.  Quiche and cake with lots of frosting, one of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun time was had and I am so appreciative for the love, support, and kindness that were shown by all those that came and those that have given gifts for this precious little spirit that continually likes to kick my insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to all of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355583851184&amp;amp;site=widget-b0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355583851184&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p1/2954361355583851184/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355583851184&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p2/2954361355583851184/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355583851184&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p4/2954361355583851184/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-7239703873344018619?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7239703873344018619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7239703873344018619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7239703873344018619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7239703873344018619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-shower.html' title='A Baby Shower'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4283063237207737440</id><published>2010-01-27T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:45:01.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a BIG girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S2EVys97NjI/AAAAAAAAASc/XrojaA4KO1w/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431646586394064434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S2EVys97NjI/AAAAAAAAASc/XrojaA4KO1w/s400/Christmas+2009+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah!! Miss BrookLynn is finally potty-trained! Thank goodness it has happened before Anthon comes. Let's just hope there will be no regression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Brook has been a hoot lately. She is going full throttle with the potty training which is great, only one problem . . . she won't tell you when she needs to go. She just goes and leaves you the nice little surprise in her froggy potty. I am happy no matter what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4283063237207737440?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4283063237207737440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4283063237207737440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4283063237207737440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4283063237207737440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-big-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a BIG girl!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S2EVys97NjI/AAAAAAAAASc/XrojaA4KO1w/s72-c/Christmas+2009+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-374981498248974170</id><published>2010-01-23T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:36:20.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corinne Roze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S1ufhysPv_I/AAAAAAAAASM/IRrRnZTtjPU/s1600-h/Corrine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430109178617118706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S1ufhysPv_I/AAAAAAAAASM/IRrRnZTtjPU/s400/Corrine.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am a new Auntie! Megan and Troy had their first little girl on Wednesday and as you can tell, she is beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like always Megan sounded as if she breezed through it all with amazing strength and effortless style. No drugs for the 2nd time for her, but I would like to remind her that I have done all three without the meds. Not by choice on all :) She seems to have adapted wonderfully to four children. I am not so sure I will be able to say the same when the time comes. I may need some Prozak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see Corrine in person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-374981498248974170?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/374981498248974170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=374981498248974170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/374981498248974170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/374981498248974170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/01/corrine-roze.html' title='Corinne Roze'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S1ufhysPv_I/AAAAAAAAASM/IRrRnZTtjPU/s72-c/Corrine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4581126135205884815</id><published>2010-01-23T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:21:12.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S1ugS77dO5I/AAAAAAAAASU/ufq4K0p0jo0/s1600-h/baby-comics2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430110022910426002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S1ugS77dO5I/AAAAAAAAASU/ufq4K0p0jo0/s400/baby-comics2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am officially on the downward spiral to the realization that I can be a mother of 4 in what could be five weeks. Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled for the coming of Anthon. I know he is to come to our family. I also know that he will bring with him many joys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is more like the realization that I am already burning my candle at both ends and am not sure how I am going to add another little one who needs me so much. It would be one thing if I didn't work, had family here in the same town, had a maid, but non of those are possible. With Drew being so wrapped up with firefighting, I am literally looking at every detail and wondering how? How am I going to be the mother I need to be? What do you let go when you can't afford to let any of it slip away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where faith really comes in and prayers. I need to constantly remind myself of this aspect. &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/8362319402254715991-4581126135205884815?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4581126135205884815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4581126135205884815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4581126135205884815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4581126135205884815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2010/01/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking out!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/S1ugS77dO5I/AAAAAAAAASU/ufq4K0p0jo0/s72-c/baby-comics2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1094257961900816123</id><published>2009-12-30T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:23:19.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 3 Christmases!</title><content type='html'>I did say 3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky enough to get together with Drew's brother Dennis, his wife Vera, and their kiddos since they moved to Elko. This year we were additionally blessed to have Nana Doris among us again. A good time was had by all. The Christmas Eve broad is getting larger with the additions of some significant others and new little cousins to play with. All fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since daddy had to work Christmas (again!) we headed to the firehouse for our Prime Rib dinner and a bit of Rock Band. That is the new item on the long want list of my kiddos. They had a ball hamming it up with Firemen Hense and Frandsen. I am still trying to digest the heaping of dessert that Doris plopped on my plate. Anthon doesn't need that much and neither do I. :) I couldn't finish it . . . sorry Carrie &amp;amp; Stacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent with the long awaiting of Drew's Dad and step mom Barb who actually made it back to Winnemucca for Christmas. We are thrilled to say that Dad is cancer free and is all done with chemo! They will be heading back to Arizona to be close to the doctors, pool, golf, and sun! The kids highlight was the crab and of course the spoiling that Dad and Barb do. YOU TWO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The de Arrieta kids were all smiles with the loot that poured in from loved ones and Santa. Dalton received tons of Legos and has been busy building his Star Wars Empire and fire trucks. Xandry got her digital camera which she took many pictures throughout the holiday as well as has been playing her DS that she got. Brook well, she is once again a mommy to many babies. She is still strolling them around, dressing them, feeding them, and changing their diapers. It is cute. The BIG surprise was from Jim . . . a hot pink kid Arctic Cat snowmobile! All the kiddos, minus Brook have been having fun with that one. Poor Brook has been sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grateful when Dalton and Xandry were asked to give talks in church on Sunday about how does your family remember Jesus Christ. It was nice to once again talk (we have talked allot this month) about the true meaning of Christmas and the reasons for the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that your Christmas was filled with love and the true meaning of Christmas too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-e1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355582910689&amp;amp;site=widget-e1.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582910689&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-e1.slide.com/p1/2954361355582910689/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582910689&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-e1.slide.com/p2/2954361355582910689/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582910689&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-e1.slide.com/p4/2954361355582910689/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-1094257961900816123?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1094257961900816123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1094257961900816123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1094257961900816123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1094257961900816123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-3-christmases.html' title='Our 3 Christmases!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3999090896552819070</id><published>2009-12-30T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:58:15.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho and a Ha Ha Ha!</title><content type='html'>This year we were chosen to host a potluck and husband dinner with the church group Bunco and boy was it a hoot! We were missing one couple . . . bummer Sheryl! 22 of us had a good ol' time though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each brought a $10 gift for a guy or a gal, but when it came to the distribution of gifts it did not matter what present you received! It was hilarious as men opened women gifts and women opened men gifts. The highlights were some very special quotes some were said, and others were just implied by the words on the plaque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dance Baby! Dance!" said ever so nicely by the very petite Anne as she was holding a pellet gun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The oh so quite Paul as he opened and held the plaque that stated, "I am Queen, my pantyhose say so."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am very grateful for these couples and for the friendship and examples that they bring to Drew and me. You are the best and I appreciate your love, support, and accepting Drew and I for who we are. Love you all and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355582910155&amp;amp;site=widget-cb.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582910155&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p1/2954361355582910155/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582910155&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p2/2954361355582910155/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582910155&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p4/2954361355582910155/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-3999090896552819070?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3999090896552819070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3999090896552819070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3999090896552819070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3999090896552819070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho-and-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ho Ho Ho and a Ha Ha Ha!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-8312493925807851781</id><published>2009-12-09T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:47:27.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 9!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SyCI5PTWOqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3MiE_u28f8E/s1600-h/Nov-Dec09+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413477269040937634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SyCI5PTWOqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3MiE_u28f8E/s400/Nov-Dec09+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SyCI4kAcWYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EvsNGyBexJw/s1600-h/Nov-Dec09+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413477257418922370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SyCI4kAcWYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EvsNGyBexJw/s400/Nov-Dec09+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness, I have a 9 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't believe that it has already been 9 years since I gave birth to my first child, Dalton Joseph. Who would have thought that I would have lived through it?! No joke. I still remember leaving Washoe Medical on a cold December 5th afternoon and the nurses saying, "Oh hunny, this one doesn't sleep." Were they ever right! It has still been a world wind of going with my little guy, but oh how I wouldn't change it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton is an amazing kid. He sees things very much in black and white. He doesn't seem to understand that there are different rules for different things. Such is the case in seeing why the punishment for him is different then his two year old sister. He still gets stuck on incidents and can't seem to let them go. However, he is the first out of my kiddos that will remember to get a treat for his sisters, cry when one of them are hurt, and has a genuine sense of love for all. He amazes me and I feel grateful that I have been entrusted in his upbringing. Now let's hope I don't mess him up more. Hee Hee :)&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/8362319402254715991-8312493925807851781?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8312493925807851781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=8312493925807851781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8312493925807851781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8312493925807851781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/12/hes-9.html' title='He&apos;s 9!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SyCI5PTWOqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3MiE_u28f8E/s72-c/Nov-Dec09+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-256063911071540248</id><published>2009-12-09T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:30:10.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Our Missionaries</title><content type='html'>People come in and out of our lives leaving little footprints on our hearts. We have been blessed with two such individuals who have given their time and lives for 2 years to serve the Lord and spread His message about love, hope, the meaning of this life, and a way back to Him. These two individuals are Elder Wilson and Elder Steel. What amazing men they both are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In having them over for dinner I had mentioned how I wanted a tree to be painted in my hallway that had a large knot in it that had the carvings of Drew's and my initials. I wanted the tree to be bushy with green and yellow leaves in it. I expressed how I purchased a wall sticker with my own saying, "A legacy of love . . ." In the tree I wanted to place pictures of all the "greats" that have gone on before us; our great grandparents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Wilson who has to be one of the most talented men I have ever met said that he would do it for me. This man can use anything and create a magnificent piece of art. It is the same when he sits at a piano. You should have heard his Christmas melody he just played tonight. All on a whim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure enough, he and Elder Steel came to my home for a bit each day and set my dream to reality. I love my tree and am forever touched by their willingness to help me. I will never paint over it and am so filled with gratitude for their love.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413469393120725394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SyCBuzNpCZI/AAAAAAAAARs/vwLgOy4FN-A/s400/Nov-Dec09+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-256063911071540248?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/256063911071540248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=256063911071540248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/256063911071540248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/256063911071540248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-love-our-missionaries.html' title='We Love Our Missionaries'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SyCBuzNpCZI/AAAAAAAAARs/vwLgOy4FN-A/s72-c/Nov-Dec09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7791207027643565574</id><published>2009-12-09T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:46:05.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Grateful!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is always a time to reflect on what we are truly thankful for. Me, I am grateful for many things. I have tried to minimize them to a top ten list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The love of my Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The sacrifice of my Elder Brother Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The enduring love of my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The little feet of of my children, their soft voices when they are soft :), and their sweet no strings attached love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My family in which I grew up in. Though we may get on each other's nerves there is still endless love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A legacy of love from those that have passed before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My friends who truly know me and accept me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A beautiful house that is truly a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A faith that keeps me grounded and set in the right direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A job that challenges me and helps to provide food on the table and a chance to show love to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving was spent in Fallon where we had dinner at Rene &amp;amp; John's lovely home, skeet shooted, saw a herd of about 21 deer in their field, went Christmas tree hunting, and pine nut hunting. It was a wonderful time! Thanks to all that put on such a lovely time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355582779184&amp;amp;site=widget-30.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582779184&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p1/2954361355582779184/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582779184&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p2/2954361355582779184/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355582779184&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p4/2954361355582779184/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-7791207027643565574?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7791207027643565574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7791207027643565574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7791207027643565574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7791207027643565574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-grateful.html' title='We Are Grateful!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-8754846154745365359</id><published>2009-11-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:57:49.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our find out ultra sound and the tech said that she is 95% sure that it is a boy! Drew and I are more like 100% sure, but jumped at the chance to come back the week of Thanksgiving to get the definite. Every shot that included the bottom frontal area showed something else there that we girls do not have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075227260263746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDrzvE8HUI/AAAAAAAAARc/vwYF95_q4Gk/s400/076.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at the first shot, look in between the legs. NO that is not a picture of twins! It is actually a jigger :) (Megan's famous term for her boy's parts!)  The legs are pointed up and his bum facing you.  You are like looking at him swinging his legs up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075237643790450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDr0VwkKHI/AAAAAAAAARk/w5I7Qv8-hhE/s400/078.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited that Mr. Anthon is coming and that we don't have to worry about moving the girls into the play room and the play room into the girls room for a BIGGER room. Now we will have 2 boys in one room and 2 girls in another. All is well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400075220032683106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDrzUJv_GI/AAAAAAAAARU/Bdb4-KDh6OQ/s400/077.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to measurements the due date is March 27th! We all know me, this means 4 weeks from March 27th, so we are looking at the beginning of March. Who knows, maybe this one will surprise me!&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/8362319402254715991-8754846154745365359?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8754846154745365359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=8754846154745365359' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8754846154745365359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8754846154745365359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDrzvE8HUI/AAAAAAAAARc/vwYF95_q4Gk/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1548334951817249566</id><published>2009-11-03T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:39:41.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Of A Trick Than A Treat!</title><content type='html'>Halloween festivities started off normal as usual with daddy helping carve the pumpkins, orange goo spilling on the floor, and kids having fun with the mess. We even got to ride in the fire truck with dad for the Nevada Day Parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400068545145550418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDluyQpNlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gKCnTK7a-fY/s320/055.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT Friday night it turned into an awful trick with Brook's first E.R. visit! Poor thing, here we were getting ready to eat dinner and go to our church's Harvest Festival and Trunk-or-Treat when Drew and I got a howl that was not from some ghostly creature, but from our little blond. She had jumped from one chair to another missing it of course, and hitting the edge ever so perfect on her cute little mouth. It burst of course! Oh the gash was nasty. I have a picture on my phone, but none for the blog :( Three stitches later and a bummed out brother and sister we were home with no loot in tow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400068538286944434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDluYtbMLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IQgIhtq25vU/s320/059.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the festivities picked up the next night with regular Trick-or-Treating with a yummy get together at the Bates' house of soup, fun, friendship, and lots of little ones to go treating all the houses in the neighborhood. Thank you Rory and Kari!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400068558454262322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDlvj1sCjI/AAAAAAAAARM/Sn_tUXtkUCE/s320/073.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were so cute. Dalton was Batman, Xandry was a Fairy who never wore her wings, and Brook was Tinker Bell. Me, I was the tired preggo while Daddy played real life fire fighter. He had to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400068552313677970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDlvM9qKJI/AAAAAAAAARE/Jv1FiEJKjnU/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-1548334951817249566?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1548334951817249566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1548334951817249566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1548334951817249566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1548334951817249566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-of-trick-than-treat.html' title='More Of A Trick Than A Treat!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDluyQpNlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gKCnTK7a-fY/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3780345242200441567</id><published>2009-11-03T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:42:16.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Beethoven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDfacl6_HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Od2yjti6BdY/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400061598662065266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDfacl6_HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Od2yjti6BdY/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;After only a little over a month of practice, Dalton had his first piano recital. I was so proud of him as he sat at the piano with no fear in his eyes. Yes, it may have not been the most greatest of songs, but I beamed just as if he was playing a classic piece! What a sweet heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(Good thing I bought that piano for just $150! Hee Hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My good friend Amy, is his teacher, and does a wonderful job with him. Her recital was just the cutest too. It was Halloween themed where all the students wore their costumes and just relaxed and had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-3780345242200441567?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3780345242200441567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3780345242200441567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3780345242200441567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3780345242200441567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-little-beethoven.html' title='Our little Beethoven!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SvDfacl6_HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Od2yjti6BdY/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-8194773526918657007</id><published>2009-10-02T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:21:05.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Away!</title><content type='html'>The Great Basin Balloon Festival was in full force this past weekend and like every year I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gung&lt;/span&gt; ho on making it out to Spring Creek to see them all lift off. I had told the kids that I would like to take them. However, the night before I was a bit pooped out and really didn't want too. When I brought up the idea of bailing out, the tears and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; started. "You promised!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, darn right I promised. So I got up at 5:30 made the hot chocolate and realized that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elko&lt;/span&gt; does not have a Dawn Patrol like Reno. I jumped back in bed and tried to catch some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zzz's&lt;/span&gt; for another hour. This did not work of course, but at least the kiddos got to sleep for a bit longer. We were out the door by 6:45 AM with donuts and hot chocolate in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty sight, even though the balloons weren't all lit up. The favorite of mine and Brook's was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Humpty&lt;/span&gt; and Smokey the Bear. Dalton and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; really went for the red, white, and blue star balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355582097380&amp;amp;site=widget-e4.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582097380&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p1/2954361355582097380/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582097380&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p2/2954361355582097380/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355582097380&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p4/2954361355582097380/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I kept a promise and actually really enjoyed it once I was out there. Huh . . . always happens that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-8194773526918657007?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8194773526918657007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=8194773526918657007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8194773526918657007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8194773526918657007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-and-away.html' title='Up and Away!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7701254184866359873</id><published>2009-10-02T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:43:33.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out For Women!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZJe4kzvmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Xxgkg0B0Y2g/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388074799127051874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZJe4kzvmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Xxgkg0B0Y2g/s320/PICT0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! I finally got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; with the girls were I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt; in so many ways. However, sleep was still not one of them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who needs sleep when you are filled with "Sweet Assurance!" This was the theme of this year's conference. I of course went and left my little notebook that I had taken with me at school in my school bag so all my good quotes will be left out of this selection. Poops, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I will need to give thanks to all the girls that put up with me over the weekend. Oh all right, you can thank me since you all gave me more drama than I know what to do with. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;) No really, I am so grateful for the women that allowed me to tag along. Each and everyone of you taught me something and renewed my faith in good friendships and compassion. Thank you Anne, Shayla, Dixie, Kim, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt;, Amy, &amp;amp; Sheryl. Your love and support is more needed and appreciated than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388074792509076450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZJef69c-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/OIg8RAjdq2Y/s320/Sept+09+013.JPG" /&gt;Now, for what I learned! I honestly think that the words of the music and the pictures that were displayed, taught me more than anything this time. There is just something to learning that way. Where the images and the music touch what is really needed inside of you. The messages that my Heavenly Father is around me all the time, cheering me on, and loves me even when I mess up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;royally&lt;/span&gt; was so profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real touching point was listening to Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mabry&lt;/span&gt; and his story of finding out who he really was. I so can relate to this. Not that I have ever been an absolutely bad person, but many of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; that I did when I was younger did not reflect the true person that I know now I am to be. I hope you can take a look at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; and type in "Reflections of Christ." It is truly inspiring.&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/8362319402254715991-7701254184866359873?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7701254184866359873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7701254184866359873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7701254184866359873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7701254184866359873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-out-for-women.html' title='Time Out For Women!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZJe4kzvmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Xxgkg0B0Y2g/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2424004298475617148</id><published>2009-10-02T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:39:05.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZAHWpSKtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MhKUoktysj0/s1600-h/Sept+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388064499277376210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZAHWpSKtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MhKUoktysj0/s320/Sept+09+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton had his first Rain Gutter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gala&lt;/span&gt; and beamed as he won a few races. He did his whole boat by himself from the painting and all. I switched him to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; group this year and boy was it a different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; than last year's Pine Wood Derby. Last year, the cars were all done by the dads and they came out for blood.  This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; was so calm and the boys just had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388064490860633666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZAG3Sk3kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SxEFkZnqMtc/s320/Sept+09+009.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;He is growing up so fast. I look at him and I just pray that I can raise him to be the man that I know he has the potential to be. What an awe inspiring thing to realize the grandness of how we are in charge of these little spirits. Yes, prayer is a part of my everyday life. Lord knows I need it.&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/8362319402254715991-2424004298475617148?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2424004298475617148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2424004298475617148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2424004298475617148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2424004298475617148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/10/sail-away.html' title='Sail Away!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SsZAHWpSKtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MhKUoktysj0/s72-c/Sept+09+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6380765128342554402</id><published>2009-09-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:55:52.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Peed Your Bed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh how I forgot how I despise potty-training! My goodness, my children seem to have a mind of their own and are very defiant. They must have gotten that from their grandmothers. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. It can't be from me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Brook is one little stinker when it comes to being a big girl. We bought the fancy Tinker Bell panties. She loves them. She'll layer them over her diaper or pull-up. We have the special seat. We have presents for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she pees in the potty and the BIG present for when she goes #2. Which all seemed to work for the first day, but then down hill after that. She doesn't seem to care if she gets another present or if she gets to play with her Play-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doh&lt;/span&gt; octopus set again. Once seems to be fine with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gets the hugest smile on her face when she wakes up in the morning and waddles into my room. She will climb into bed with me and then ever so smile as she says, "I peed your bed!" Sure as heck she does! Good thing for whopper sheets and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt; pads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, how can I get upset with such an angel face like this. Oh all right, so I can :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380996553381130610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sq0j2wXiMXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IGgXk33Y-R4/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6380765128342554402?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6380765128342554402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6380765128342554402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6380765128342554402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6380765128342554402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-peed-your-bed.html' title='&quot;I Peed Your Bed&quot;'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sq0j2wXiMXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IGgXk33Y-R4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3701790721472903256</id><published>2009-09-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:46:47.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993240638246802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sq0g17cFT5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ohp8giNbjcw/s320/005.JPG" /&gt; I love my stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our Labor Day was spent mostly with mommy being sick, and Dad tiling. I did take the kiddos to the parade and ceramics, but the rest of it was spent laid out on the couch like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pukey&lt;/span&gt; vegetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993230996495298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sq0g1XhT28I/AAAAAAAAAO0/KU1WfyUdkYA/s320/006.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;At the parade we saw the fire trucks! Always a big hit since that is all Brook would scream. We had fun sitting with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hritz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arendt&lt;/span&gt;, and John families. Drew's crew was out passing the boot for MS. Of course, his boot was trying to catch up on Linda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trauntell's&lt;/span&gt; bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380993222713652130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sq0g04qhs6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/K5Wrer5G528/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dalton has started piano lessons and is so excited about it. His teacher Amy, my wonderful friend, says that he seems to have a knack for it because he is picking it up and seems to love it. He surprised both Drew and I when he came home and said that he wanted to sign up to try-out for our school choir. He had to sing "America the Beautiful." We practiced and he sang his little heart out last Wednesday. No word on whether he made it yet. I am just proud of him for wanting to do it. We all know that music isn't really in the blood of the Roze and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arrieta&lt;/span&gt; families.&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/8362319402254715991-3701790721472903256?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3701790721472903256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3701790721472903256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3701790721472903256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3701790721472903256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sq0g17cFT5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ohp8giNbjcw/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7289354348338217144</id><published>2009-08-26T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:49:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC and 123!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SpXYC1ahUeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/95RQ2AlUfTA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374439273546207714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SpXYC1ahUeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/95RQ2AlUfTA/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;School is up and running and everything is going all right. Our routine is back on schedule! (I work better with the school routine.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton is in the 3rd grade and loves his new teacher Mrs. Cromie. She said that it was very cute because they did an activity where you had to list if you had sisters and brothers. He said, "Well, my mom has a baby in her tummy right now. So, I may have a brother. Can I say that I maybe will have one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xandry is in the first grade and her teacher is Ms. Dech. Xandry talked Aunt Vera's ear off Monday night yelling about all the things they got to do and how it was the best day ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brook, well she just wants to be BIG! Toady she was adamant that she was going to kindergarten. She kept saying, "I go wi you. I go kin-garten." Oh was she mad when she got dropped off and Julie's instead. I kept telling her that she has to be 5 and go poo-poo and pee in the potty before she can go. She would just smile her cricked little smile and say, "Noooo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, I am handling school again well. I only have 17 students in my class this year. It is amazing how much more attentive I can be with them all. I really have a good class with pretty much double the boys than girls. It seems like it should be one grand year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-7289354348338217144?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7289354348338217144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7289354348338217144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7289354348338217144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7289354348338217144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/08/abc-and-123.html' title='ABC and 123!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SpXYC1ahUeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/95RQ2AlUfTA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-938994569087747489</id><published>2009-08-26T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:41:21.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my! What a Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374435614359444994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SpXUt14aXgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/0KDkGeltBzE/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;Drew and I were a bit shocked last month when we found out we were going to become parents again around March 29th of next year. Now there may be some of you that say, "Well you wanted another one and weren't trying to 'not' have one." Not true I say! We were in discussion about a 4th. We did have a scare back in May, but when the tests came out negative and things happened in there ol' natural way we were relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time was a bit different. Yes, I was not on birth control, but I haven't been since January. This was due to weight issues and me trying some diet things. We have been good about "other" things, except once. Let it be a lesson to all you young things out there. It only takes once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine if you will, me waking up early one morning to take a prego test because I was late. I sat and watched the line for a couple of minutes and nothing happened. I left it there and went back to bed thinking it was another scare. An hour later I wake again to go and throw everything away. As my right hand crossed over my body to pick up the test and throw it away to the other side, my eyes and my mouth dropped as I saw a double line on the test. Just as this happened Drew walked in.  My hand immediately swung back around to show him. His face lit up and smiled as he said, "Yep, you're pregnant!" 4 tests and one ultrasound later, I have finally come to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is still in shock that I will be a mother of 4. My body on the other hand, looks like it is already in its 6th month. No joking! My tummy has pooched out like no other. I have been very sick. Every night around 4:00 PM I am sicker than a dog and crashed onto the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374435622525974850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SpXUuUTduUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uEc7o1FWH64/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;We told the families in different ways. Drew's family we either called or told in person. We waited a week later to tell them then my family because they both had some personal things going on and we didn't want to overwhelm them even more. My family, besides Megan,who knew right from the start, found out by an ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids we told a bit later too. Xandry's response, "Why do you want another one?! Now you will have 4!" Brook and Dalton are going around, "I wanna baby brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for this little one now and often catch myself just dreaming about him. I truly feel that it is a boy because of an incident that Drew and I both had right after Brook was born. I believe Anthon is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-938994569087747489?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/938994569087747489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=938994569087747489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/938994569087747489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/938994569087747489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-what-surprise.html' title='Oh my! 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I have to admit, I think Chuckee's won on the fun department for the kiddos. Go figure. Next year I will chuck Lagoon's prices and just keep it simple with a little pizza and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the kids did enjoy Lagoon as well. More the fact that Uncle Dennis and Aunt Vera were able to come. Xandry was a protege' of Vera's wanting to do everything Vera did and would not leave her side. The bummer part, Xandry was just too small for most of the rides. She tried tricking the guy by standing on her toes, but he caught her. Her exact words, "It sucks being 6." I told her it wasn't being 6 that stunk. It was being small. Her response, "Well, it sucks being small too." (I wasn't too thrilled with the word choice of "sucks" mind you, but it was cute.) Dalton seemed to have chickened out after the old, white, wood roller coaster. At Disneyland he went on all the scary rides, this time he just went on that one and wanted to take it easy on some of the smaller rides. Brook's favorite ride was . . . her stroller! I am serious, I could have saved allot of money by ordering pizza and zipping them around in a stroller. MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they didn't seem to enjoy the rides so much we went to the water park. It was packed! In fact, we parked down illegally on the grass patch because there was just no where to lay out our stuff. Xandry again was bummed because she was too little to go down the slides, so it was the lazy river and the little kiddy area. Brook was happy with both. Dalton took off and was no where to be seen for a bit. Yes, he did get a what for when we found him. Me, my feet about died on the rough surface of the water park. water shoes where were you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though it was a fun vacation where we got to be with dad, sleep in the pop-up trailer, and just be together. Nothing could ever beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355581594071&amp;amp;site=widget-d7.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355581594071&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/p1/2954361355581594071/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355581594071&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/p2/2954361355581594071/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355581594071&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/p4/2954361355581594071/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-3165474612108240755?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3165474612108240755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3165474612108240755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3165474612108240755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3165474612108240755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuckee-cheese-or-lagoon-hmm.html' title='Chuckee Cheese or Lagoon?  Hmm . . .'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3261901417521234650</id><published>2009-07-16T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:19:49.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasting into the 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-iwIJrXAI/AAAAAAAAANM/diaK_-U5KaI/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359181029299674114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-iwIJrXAI/AAAAAAAAANM/diaK_-U5KaI/s200/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arrieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July Cuties!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July was spent in Fallon mostly at Rene's house where we celebrated America in style! Not only did we get to have Papa Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dalluge's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Family Reunion but, we also got to see some old friends too. It was great! We missed dad. Once again work called. I swear people in Fallon must think that I am single and only wear my ring as a prop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-ixGovGdI/AAAAAAAAANc/cpwRZ5ckqJQ/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359181046072941010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-ixGovGdI/AAAAAAAAANc/cpwRZ5ckqJQ/s200/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa &amp;amp; Grandma with all their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grand babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Rene's the kiddos enjoyed face painting, painting hats, the chocolate fountain, making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;luminaries&lt;/span&gt;, the bounce house, water slide, &amp;amp; don't forget the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-iwz--AbI/AAAAAAAAANU/PRYbiKap1lA/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359181041065918898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-iwz--AbI/AAAAAAAAANU/PRYbiKap1lA/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Roze Girls' Brood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I was able to catch up with some dear friends; Bree &amp;amp; Rachel. Both to which, I have not seen in about a year. True friends, not only can we be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brutally&lt;/span&gt; honest, but you can go for&lt;br /&gt;years without seeing each other and still pick up like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; was yesterday. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-j8NaOg_I/AAAAAAAAANk/AGCN_JZ5Liw/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359182336381322226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-j8NaOg_I/AAAAAAAAANk/AGCN_JZ5Liw/s200/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-j8nISPOI/AAAAAAAAANs/6btsp8_FnYE/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359182343285390562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-j8nISPOI/AAAAAAAAANs/6btsp8_FnYE/s200/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bree Rachel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to catch a peak at Dixie and her family this past week. What an adorable family. I didn't get a picture of her and me. Bummer! As a reminder, I would love to see any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fiends&lt;/span&gt; that it has been years since I've seen you. Let me know if you will be coming through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-3261901417521234650?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3261901417521234650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3261901417521234650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3261901417521234650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3261901417521234650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-we-crazy.html' title='Blasting into the 4th!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sl-iwIJrXAI/AAAAAAAAANM/diaK_-U5KaI/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-193821888265775378</id><published>2009-06-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:03:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Skk0IQNDn1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/2XXUUB4FU_E/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352866948499873618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Skk0IQNDn1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/2XXUUB4FU_E/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lucky man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am talking about Drew! Not only did he get breakfast in bed, a new Basque flag, and a water fountain, he got all of us bugging him in the wee hours too! (So, it was 8:30; but for Drew that is wee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandry had about 4 presents lined out for dad, one for each pet in the family, herself, and Brook. She also packaged up some dear little stuffed animal friends that she wanted to give to daddy. I loved her creative spelling on her homemade card for him. BrookLynn serenaded him with, "Happy, Happy, Happy!" Dalton had a very creative poem, but of course I can't seem to download it. It said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roses are blue, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violets are red, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go to the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets his creative side from his father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xandry's letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Skk0IMoyf5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/V3kgbW7SDGk/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352866947542450066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Skk0IMoyf5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/V3kgbW7SDGk/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you Dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're sweet Dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're handsome Dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're cool Dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Xandry made this for Dad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-193821888265775378?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/193821888265775378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=193821888265775378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/193821888265775378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/193821888265775378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Skk0IQNDn1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/2XXUUB4FU_E/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2491230375152917869</id><published>2009-06-28T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:29:10.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisbet Cabin Fun!</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of years the Nisbets have been so gracious in opening their land and cabin to us "Wishers That Want A Cabin" and more, to a weekend of fun and relaxation at Lamoille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos enjoyed the hammock, mud pies, making floating log boats, campfire cooking, and skinny dipping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as adults, liked the gurgling of the stream, reading, little naps, walks in the beautiful fresh air, and watching the kiddies just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Nisbets!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355581007593&amp;amp;site=widget-e9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355581007593&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p1/2954361355581007593/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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of June, we were able to spend some time with the Fallon cousins and head to the Wild Island water park in Reno. What fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton ran off and was barely seen. Trust me, he paid for it. Not by me getting mad, but by a massive sunburn since I wasn't able to reload sunscreen on him. He did venture to get me and even Grandma Judy to go on the toilet bowl slide where we got drenched completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; had a ball with her two cousins &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RayAnn&lt;/span&gt; and Haley. They were so cute going down the slides and attempting the bigger slides with help from a grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I had a ball with Brook. The girl was on fire and kept wanting to go down the little child slides. She would grab my hand and say, "Come on Mom!" Her face was nothing but smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed having dad there. Once again he had to work. It was nice though being able to see Papa Joe, Grandma, the aunties, uncles, and cousins though. 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However, there has been more rain than sun. What up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that not much has transpired for our first week of vacation. It has been more a lull fest than anything else. Oh sure, some weeding and cleaning have been done (not much) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; big things have not been accounted for as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer plans for me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint the laundry room and door, weed the yard, spring clean, budget, work out, drives to Fallon, and a couple of reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer plans for the kiddos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water park, swimming, play dates, water park, museum camps, seeing couisins, Chuckee Cheese, and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer vacation sure means different things when you are a kid. Man I miss those days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6390557749482258841?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6390557749482258841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6390557749482258841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6390557749482258841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6390557749482258841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/06/isnt-it-supposed-to-be-summer.html' title='Isn&apos;t it supposed to be summer?'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6894081423897680622</id><published>2009-06-05T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:18:04.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Sweet Pea!</title><content type='html'>We have a new addition to our family and her name is . . . Sweet Pea! Given by Dalton of course. He is my sweetie too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343918123048743986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SilpODkXtDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Hx4Jd0_5f0g/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our grey cat, Latte went MIA about two weeks ago and I just had that feeling like he wasn't coming back. Our mission Monday was to find a cat at the humane society, but a feeling lead me to WalMart where we found our little bundle of joy. Thank goodness for free bees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that Sweet Pea has become a part of the family being dragged around everywhere by her new BFF BrookLynn. At least Brook has figured out to carry her by her belly and not the neck. Sweet Pea really does have a good demeanor because Brook torments her like no other and yet the cat just sits there and takes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press on the link to see BrookLynn in action with the cat.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p93Nsdibb4I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p93Nsdibb4I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6894081423897680622?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6894081423897680622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6894081423897680622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6894081423897680622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6894081423897680622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-sweet-pea.html' title='What a Sweet Pea!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SilpODkXtDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Hx4Jd0_5f0g/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-5378802891796159520</id><published>2009-06-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:10:22.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Orphan</title><content type='html'>Xandry has been doing clogging this past year. On May 17th she had her recital and did a smashing performance of Annie's "It's a Hard Enough Life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912397534983026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SilkAyXg83I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zpzn2x-t7bg/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was supported by Grandma Judy, Papa Joe, Nana Doris, Grandma Bev, Sheryl, Kayla, and of course our gang. She was just too cute! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912394799348706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SilkAoLSe-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/5flT1OfaVS8/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sophie, Katie, and Xandry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press on the link to view the video! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jQj6SX1-nc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jQj6SX1-nc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-5378802891796159520?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/5378802891796159520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=5378802891796159520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/5378802891796159520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/5378802891796159520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-orphan.html' title='Little Orphan'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SilkAyXg83I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zpzn2x-t7bg/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-676945875188561879</id><published>2009-06-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:31:55.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day fun</title><content type='html'>Well . . . we did have fun even though it was raining and dad wasn't there. We went to Lamoille Canyon at the Lion's Club camp ground, where we had an excellent dutch oven chicken prepared by the Hritz family. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat ride and catching a couple of fish seemed to be the big hit with the kiddos. Me, it was beating the pants off of Raegan and Terry in a card game. Oh ya, they had to quit the game early just so I wouldn't smoke them. Oh all right, so we had to get dinner on. I like my story better though! &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-22.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355580632610&amp;amp;site=widget-22.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355580632610&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p1/2954361355580632610/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355580632610&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p2/2954361355580632610/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355580632610&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p4/2954361355580632610/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-676945875188561879?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/676945875188561879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=676945875188561879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/676945875188561879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/676945875188561879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day fun'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-5128581586385633089</id><published>2009-06-05T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:04:47.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 6 years Old!</title><content type='html'>Xandry officially turned 6 on May 3rd. We had a family BBQ with friends and of course a pinata! I can hardly believe that she is already 6. Flashbacks of agonizing pain since I had no drugs! AGGGHH! What on earth was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain has subsided a bit. Hee Hee. Don't get me wrong, my little cutie still gives them to me sometimes. However, she makes me laugh daily. She is a little me in many ways. Megan, you will be glad to know that she sings around the house! Except there is no big sister to give her a complex about it. She also leaves little notes like I used to for mom with her creative spelling. She loves helping especially when it comes to cooking and she still only likes to wear a select few pants and shirts. This means she often doesn't match at all! She also refuses for me to brush her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that the pain really has been worth it. 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They are Snow Birds and love the sun when it is winter. I have to say that I can't blame them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a surprise at Ely's McDonald's.  We ran into the Bates clan.  It was a good little shocker and a great pit stop for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day there was spent basking at the pool, learning to swim for Xandry, and being fed good ol' de Arrieta cooking. We were spoiled rotten! I loved it, because it was actually a place where I didn't feel like I was on pins or needles. The kids could make a mess and I didn't feel like I was offending anyone. They understood that it would be cleaned up. We all had an enjoyable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other highlights were when we went to FunLand, which had an arcade, miniture golf, race cars, and bumper boats. Dalton made a friend right off and went on a couple of rides. Xandry finally got brave enough to drive the kid race car, and Brook well . . . she felt a little jipped with it all. However, it was off to Peter Piper's Pizza and she had some fun on the firetruck and icecream truck that they had there. While eating pizza, we were able to meet up with some of Drew's college friends Eddie, Cindy, and their three kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more swimming of couse, but the Reid Zoo was the big hit again. They added some animals this year. Brook was really cute this time. She really loved all of the animals. The high light though was that Drew was pooped on twice by birds. Hee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our trip with a Grand Canyon Route return. It was Drew's and the kiddos first time seeing it. Unfortuantely, it was blizzard like conditions for the majority of the time. They were able to see a couple over looking points until it was white out conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home now and loving sleeping in our own beds, but are really missing the pool and Grandma, Grandpa, and Mickey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355579673179&amp;amp;site=widget-5b.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355579673179&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p1/2954361355579673179/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355579673179&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p2/2954361355579673179/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355579673179&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p4/2954361355579673179/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2957313415113630870?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2957313415113630870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2957313415113630870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2957313415113630870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2957313415113630870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/04/arizona-spring-break.html' title='Arizona Spring Break!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-4897094607768664115</id><published>2009-04-05T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:19:28.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fat Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlkGnkxnqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5mc6yq5QRC4/s1600-h/089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321394499580173986" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlkGnkxnqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5mc6yq5QRC4/s320/089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forewarning&lt;/span&gt; all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, so I seem to go around and around on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' fat cycle way to many times. I think I am on the band wagon to getting in shape and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; . . . a donut is placed before me and I cave. I found out a couple of weeks ago that I am borderline diabetic and that my cholesterol is really high. I have all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-cursors to turning out like my Momma (no offense Mom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the doctor's advice I will be starting the South Beach Diet tomorrow to try to control my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; and sugar intake. Let's hope I can make it past Phase One; the no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; phase! No extra sugars, breads, or fruits for two weeks until my body gets used to not craving them. Then it will be a slow ease back into the proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; that I should be eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my pole to see if you believe that I can do it or not. I am going to really try, but sugars are my fourth love!! Bye Bye Mountain Dew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-4897094607768664115?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/4897094607768664115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=4897094607768664115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4897094607768664115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/4897094607768664115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/04/fat-cycle.html' title='The Fat Cycle'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlkGnkxnqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5mc6yq5QRC4/s72-c/089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6978111203846273843</id><published>2009-04-05T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:09:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights . . . Camera . . . Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlyXLEbc3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/z77cOvN09oc/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321410177148875634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlyXLEbc3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/z77cOvN09oc/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton had his 2nd grade music performance which was set to Cinema themed songs and phrases. Though he did not have a speaking part, he knocked us all dead with his vocals, (Yes, he must have got them from his father.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each child dressed up as movie character. Dalton of course was Spiderman. One of his favorite movies so far. He first started wearing his mask, which got to be too hot for him, so he took it off so we could all see his face. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a hard time believing that he has 2 more months of second grade and then he is off to 3rd grade. I won't even get to see him during his lunch hours any more. 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Action'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlyXLEbc3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/z77cOvN09oc/s72-c/090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-173839169279899816</id><published>2009-04-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:15:24.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sdlzo-XEqlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1rQqwcszQto/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321411582486686290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sdlzo-XEqlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1rQqwcszQto/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my little Brutus is two years old and loves teasing her brother and sister. I don't know how she does it, but the girl can make them both cry at a drop of a hat. Brook loves to scream things when she talks. It is a deep down growl like voice. She loves running around telling everyone, "You mean," "Tackle" code for tickle, and "You tay" meaning - you okay? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321410889137515698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlzAnbv7LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_nUXphEwHW4/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brook is one loving little mother and takes care of her many baby dolls like no other. Many times you will catch her singing and rocking them. She loves coming up and whispering in your ear some soft gibberish like she is telling you a major secret. She makes me laugh daily with how she talks with her eyes, especially when she is asking you for something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321410899415651330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SdlzBNuP1AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aUO82a1c2uM/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No matter what Miss BrookLynn Roze is a beautiful little girl and one addition to our family that has brought us much happiness in the past 2 years! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339362779638146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sdkx9O_IqYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IHasDvtZVB4/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&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/8362319402254715991-173839169279899816?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/173839169279899816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=173839169279899816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/173839169279899816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/173839169279899816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-2.html' title='I&apos;m 2!!!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/Sdlzo-XEqlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1rQqwcszQto/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6004468829249223770</id><published>2009-02-22T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:19:45.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Own It</title><content type='html'>What a weekend! Again I was able to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt; uplifted, embraced by friends, and filled to the brim with good food, laughter, and fun. I have to say that I am one lucky gal! I remember coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and praying that I would meet some women that would fill the emptiness of sisterhood. Guess what . . . I found them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my friend Amy had the opportunity to sing at one of Logan, Utah's Women's Conference where her mother was presenting a lesson on Hope through the Seasons. It was a beautiful lesson where Kay, Amy's mother, told a story of a goose frozen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; in a pond. A group of beautiful swans came. Each swan encircled the goose and started plucking the ice with their beaks to set the goose free, waiting, and even coming back to make sure that the goose's wings would spread and fly. As I was listening to the story, I could not help but be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; with the gratitude for each of the sisters that were sitting next to me and those that were at home. These women are my swans. Each of these women in their own unique way have chipped away the ice that I have collected; allowing me to spread my wings and fly to places that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; hoped that I would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Becky, Amy, Kari, Suzanne, Shari, Melanie, Lacie, Anne, and now Shayla; THANK YOU with all of my soul for being the women to help me in this journey of life, renewing that which is important to me, cheering me along, reminding me when I am am being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;turd&lt;/span&gt;, and making me laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I am around you. You truly are beautiful creatures and I am very blessed to have each and every one of you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this weekend was filled with personal revelation and self checking. I got on a kick about giving each of us a name that represented a part of our personalities. Some where a bit brutal in that it only focused on what many "other" people see. However, in looking at these women there was a secret envy in me. I wish that I could be more "Pampered" in that I would take more time for myself and have people treat me like the queen that I know I am. That I had a bit of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mafia&lt;/span&gt;" in me that I could just lay it all out and not be scared. That I can be "Cinema" and "Broadway" where I could make others laugh, smile, and drop silent with my voice. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;, Quick Shot, Vixen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Triple&lt;/span&gt; X, Bones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stepford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" there is even envy of you. Each of you have a quality or more that I would love to steal. Again, you truly are amazing women who help me to have Hope through the seasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there were names that were given to me as well. Yes, I did fight on some of them, especially those that represented my husband more than me, but there were some names that I could not argue with such as "Brutus, Martha, Gourmet, and even Grass." I can see a bit of Brutus in me in the fact that I get passionate when I speak and sometimes come off like being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Superior&lt;/span&gt;, mad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt;. Martha is a good fit too. I do like entertaining, and like that of Martha, am a bit strong willed. Gourmet comes from the cooking and food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; in me. Grass, took me awhile to accept, but it is true. I seem to always want what I don't have, thus "The grass is always greener on the other side." (I have to put a plug in here too though. Girls, we are all GRASS each of us wants more than what we really need and have all said it.) However, I am here to "Own It!" I accept that Yes, I am a bit of all of these. But most of all I want to "Own" the fact that I have the best girl friends around and for that I am truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6004468829249223770?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6004468829249223770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6004468829249223770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6004468829249223770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6004468829249223770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/02/own-it.html' title='Own It'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7035052902229498270</id><published>2009-01-25T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:20:22.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dalton always gets to go first!"</title><content type='html'>So, I have said two posts about my handsome son, Dalton, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; nicely reminded me that he always gets to go first and do things! She was a bit jealous that I did not talk about her and Brook. So here it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I am so grateful for my two little darlings, whose voices fill the house with singing and fighting. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rivalry&lt;/span&gt; already exists with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; wanting everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; has and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; wanting the little girl attention that Brook gets. No matter what though, they seem to have each other's back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; it is in a nice way while for Brook well . . . she literally has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Xandry's&lt;/span&gt; back. She loves pulling her, hitting her, licking her. Yes, I said lick. It is a new thing which she loves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt; does all right with it, but can also be a bit of a stinker at times in return. Sisterly love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I wouldn't trade my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blondie&lt;/span&gt; and brunette for anything. They each have their special personalities that just make me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX05PFXrUnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6P-oof_JkpA/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295451668159877746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX05PFXrUnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6P-oof_JkpA/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-7035052902229498270?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7035052902229498270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7035052902229498270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7035052902229498270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7035052902229498270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/dalton-always-gets-to-go-first.html' title='&quot;Dalton always gets to go first!&quot;'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX05PFXrUnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6P-oof_JkpA/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-56243565601574146</id><published>2009-01-25T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:36:08.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalton's Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if being baptised wasn't a grand day, Dalton returned to school to find out he was selected by his 2nd grade teacher for the Student Recognition Program for the 2nd nine weeks. He was beaming as he ran up to the podium waiting to grab his certificate from Mrs. Fluckey, the principal. His teacher, Mrs. Baird, said the following things about my little man:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dalton has a been working diligently on his reading skills all year. Because of his hard work in class and at home, he is getting better each day. Dalton comes into the room every morning with a big smile. We are lucky to have him in our classroom. Your classmates and I are all proud of you!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uKd0QGTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4PUm7RAyTfc/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439494194927922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uKd0QGTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4PUm7RAyTfc/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Baird &amp;amp; Dalton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uKtDiQMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EMAfEGOUpe0/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439498285564098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uKtDiQMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EMAfEGOUpe0/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uJw7jwmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9snwaZZkt5o/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439482145981026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uJw7jwmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9snwaZZkt5o/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton &amp;amp; Mrs. Fluckey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton then finished the week with the Pinewood Derby. Dalton chose his design of his car and put it together with the help of Dad and won 4th place for his den. This was Dalton's first year competing. Dad and I were a bit surprised at the expense that some parents go on the cars. Let's just say that next year, we too will have the fancy design, tool box and drill in hand for last minute changes on the vehicle. (They really go nuts on those things!) I personally see how it is more the dad's race than the boys. The boys are just lucky enough to hand the car over. I am not sure if Drew has what it all takes to be driven by aeronautical design and speed, but we will put out a better effort next year. I guess the night before isn't a great idea to really put a descent car together! We are always the procrastinators!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uK8_qkXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BV_htoZy_nY/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439502564299122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uK8_qkXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BV_htoZy_nY/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-56243565601574146?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/56243565601574146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=56243565601574146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/56243565601574146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/56243565601574146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/daltons-week.html' title='Dalton&apos;s Week!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0uKd0QGTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4PUm7RAyTfc/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-611445008526700224</id><published>2009-01-25T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:10:22.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am a man now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0oW80_A8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/YycZkZunq50/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295433111608165314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0oW80_A8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/YycZkZunq50/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all wait patiently for our children to grow . . . but is 8 years old really what we would call a man? According to my son, Dalton, who was baptised this past weekend he is indeed a man now. He very firmly told me that he has made special promises with Heavenly Father and now is a man. The title was a direct quote from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man or not, My little guy did take a big step this weekend. He was so darn cute with his cousins, Audrey and Quintan. The smiles on all their faces was just too precious. My sister Linda put together a touching Power Point of the cousins growing up together and had the church looking grand for their special occasion. It really was touching to see so many family there for their support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a mom with her first child committing that he will try to follow the Lord's example, it was surreal. I couldn't help but me simi-emotional as I saw his Grandpa Joe lower him into the water and to watch Grandpa lay his hands on his head and once again give Dalton a blessing that he will choose the right, go forward , be a good example to his sisters, and to strive to do his best. All of sudden, as if he were just born, the feelings of , "Oh my gosh, it is my responsibility to teach and make sure those blessings can come true" flooded over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0oXKR3hnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dgLZrhU8cCg/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295433115218970226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0oXKR3hnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dgLZrhU8cCg/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a bit overwhelmed again in knowing that Dalton depended on me so much, but then I remembered to have faith in the blessing that was bestowed upon his head. I was not alone in rearing this child. I have many family members, friends, the church, faith, and most of all his Heavenly Father helping. This helped my breathing to calm down and relax. Thank goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0oXXuTKGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HdbNyzMNhy4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295433118827882594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0oXXuTKGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HdbNyzMNhy4/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was a special and wonderful trip to Fallon where I was able to kiss on my little nieces and squeeze my Texas nephews!  I can't forget that I had my little revelation that I am not alone in helping my growing, manly, son in navigating through this earthly life!  YEAH!!&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/8362319402254715991-611445008526700224?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/611445008526700224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=611445008526700224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/611445008526700224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/611445008526700224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-man-now.html' title='&quot;I am a man now!&quot;'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SX0oW80_A8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/YycZkZunq50/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-8283795355767353332</id><published>2009-01-11T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:52:56.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You  Are Invited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SWqGTi9_HII/AAAAAAAAAIM/m3aRN1vRj50/s1600-h/baptisminvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290188382662499458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SWqGTi9_HII/AAAAAAAAAIM/m3aRN1vRj50/s400/baptisminvite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-8283795355767353332?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8283795355767353332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=8283795355767353332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8283795355767353332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/8283795355767353332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-invited.html' title='You  Are Invited!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SWqGTi9_HII/AAAAAAAAAIM/m3aRN1vRj50/s72-c/baptisminvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2656749229301794324</id><published>2009-01-02T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:53:01.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Bells are Ringing . . . Or is That My Head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-58.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355575188824&amp;amp;site=widget-58.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355575188824&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-58.slide.com/p1/2954361355575188824/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355575188824&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-58.slide.com/p2/2954361355575188824/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355575188824&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-58.slide.com/p4/2954361355575188824/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has come and gone and yes, my head seems to literally be ringing. It was a fire cracker of a time with us actually attending 4 Christmases. Not to be confused with the movie, but very similar in many areas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Christmas was with the Fire Department, where we ate like champs and the kiddos were able to get presents from the firemen. BrookLynn chucked her vacuum and stole some little boys truck.  That is why we call her BRUTIS.  Fun times were had with laughing and visiting. No calls thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Christmas was spent with Grandma Barb and Grandpa Joe here at the house where the boys were loaded up with guns that were passed down from Grandpa Joe. Dalton received Grandpa's first gun. Special times. Me, I received a gun safe! Very much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd Christmas was spent in Fallon. A beautiful play of the nativity was written by my nephew Dillon and acted out by all the Nevada cousins and little Hammer girls. We have many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thespians&lt;/span&gt; in our family. Aunt Nay Nay had a delicious dinner prepared and a fun gift exchange ended the night with most everyone being happy except for Uncle Corey who got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jipped&lt;/span&gt; with smelly candles. What every man wishes for I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Christmas was with Nana Doris and Jim in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Winnemucca&lt;/span&gt;. Crab was the big hit among the kiddos and us adults. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BrookLynn&lt;/span&gt; was the cutest when she got so excited over Nana's clothes. She had to put them all on, right then and there. Dalton ended this trip with another gun given to him by Great Grandpa Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also add that we had our regular Christmas at our house with Uncle Dennis, Aunt Vera, and their gang. It was fun this year because they brought their significant others as well as the newest little cousin, James, who is 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big hoopla for the New Year. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Winnemucca&lt;/span&gt; to pick up a car and Drew helped his brother Dennis and Vera move into their very cute house. I ended up bringing dinner over to them all. We were in bed by 10:30 after all was said and done. Very exciting, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very grateful for the past 2008 year! We had great health, a new career, and some fun kid moments that were all given to us by our Heavenly Father. We are blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-2656749229301794324?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2656749229301794324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2656749229301794324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2656749229301794324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2656749229301794324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-bells-are-ringing-or-is-that.html' title='Christmas Bells are Ringing . . . Or is That My Head?'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2995324204795686454</id><published>2008-12-09T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:18:46.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalton</title><content type='html'>I swear!  One minute you give birth to this adorable little thing and then BAM!  He turns 8 and I feel like he is already running off to college and getting married.  I know, I know, he is doing neither of those things, but he just seems to be growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, it is what it is, and he is growing like crazy.  He had his 8th birthday with a Splish and Splash way.  He had 10 of his friends join in the fun as they swam their way to starvation.  Good thing the pizza wasn't late! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for planning of his baptism!  We will be having it in Fallon on Sunday, January 18th.  There is room at my families homes in Fallon if anyone wants to join us!  He will get baptised by his Papa Joe and will join his other two cousins, Quintan and Audrey in the fount as well.  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Crap!!  I need to wear a bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SSuFmfVeewI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aB82VwGfxSc/s1600-h/Maxine10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454685060397826" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SSuFmfVeewI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aB82VwGfxSc/s320/Maxine10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is  my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;philosophy&lt;/span&gt;!  I don't know how you crazies get up that early.  I want my bed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&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/8362319402254715991-713374684947906410?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/713374684947906410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=713374684947906410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/713374684947906410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/713374684947906410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/may-your-stuffing-be-tasty-may-your.html' title=''/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SSuFl3qCNbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JLyr6l3y7gM/s72-c/Maxine3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3213934802654561547</id><published>2008-11-12T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:02:29.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SRvD0BnpGjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TkoWp5TTr_Y/s1600-h/rron281l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268019487695247922" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SRvD0BnpGjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TkoWp5TTr_Y/s320/rron281l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I go into the dentist office I walk out with way less change in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' purse. I mean, I know he means well . . . but come on, $1,000 is what I owe with insurance?! My goodness, I need to take out a loan just to keep my teeth in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now granted, I knew that my tooth was on the brinks for the past few years, but I still wasn't ready to grasp that on Thursday, 11/13 I would be sitting 3 hours in the dental chair getting a root canal and a crown prep done. Maybe it is just a ploy because the dentist really likes me. Could it be because of my fabulous sense of humor, great smile, and pudgy look that he admires? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NAAGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Darn it any how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I had to hear from my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; something that no momma wants to hear from a 5 year old. Let me rewind a bit and set this story up correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Xandry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been asking me if I liked being a mother. My reply has often been the same, "I love being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;. I get to see you grow up, teach you, watch you dance, learn things, and you melt my heart when you say things like, 'I love you mom.'" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xandry's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reply often echos like this, "Not me. I am never going to have kids." Well, last night it all made sense why as she put it plain and simple terms for me. She said, "It's just easier mom." When I dug more into her response she stated, "You don't have to read to them, you don't have to take them places. It's just easier." From the mouth of a five year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it got me thinking. (I know BIG thing for me!) But am I really making mother-hood look bad and unappealing for my daughter? I mean, if all she sees is me running all over the place, ragged, complaining, what am I teaching her? Yes, it is one of those worst mother feelings ever kind of moments. Though, I really don't think I complain about it, but I must be doing something wrong for her to think that being a mother is not worth it. &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/8362319402254715991-3213934802654561547?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3213934802654561547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3213934802654561547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3213934802654561547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3213934802654561547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-pain.html' title='Oh The Pain!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SRvD0BnpGjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TkoWp5TTr_Y/s72-c/rron281l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-6009108028402227618</id><published>2008-11-04T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:34:30.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Five Things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Just getting married!  Yep, it was 10 years this August.&lt;br /&gt;2- Planning a wedding&lt;br /&gt;3- Buying our first home&lt;br /&gt;4- Honeymooning in Palm Springs.  I thought it was an island.  Yes, that's me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things on my to-do list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is night!!  Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;The only one!   SLEEP; unless I get lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks that I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; steamers (Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raegan&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;2- Fiber One Bars&lt;br /&gt;3- Red Vines&lt;br /&gt;4- String cheese&lt;br /&gt;5- Anything that is a pastry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I would do if I were a millionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- pay off bills&lt;br /&gt;2- set up funds for the kiddos and other family&lt;br /&gt;3- charity&lt;br /&gt;4- pay for a personal trainer&lt;br /&gt;5- go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;, the Basque country, and Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Fallon, NV&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;, ID&lt;br /&gt;3- Logan, UT&lt;br /&gt;4- Reno, NV&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elko&lt;/span&gt;, NV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Jobs I have had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Fallon RV&lt;br /&gt;2- movie theaters&lt;br /&gt;3- dental assisting&lt;br /&gt;4- telemarketer for Sled Dog Snow Skates&lt;br /&gt;5- teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one else is getting tagged by me!  YEAH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-6009108028402227618?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6009108028402227618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=6009108028402227618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6009108028402227618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/6009108028402227618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-547049919335328269</id><published>2008-11-03T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:40:08.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shari D. Photography Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6yjV-tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wNMBxXiuAlY/s1600-h/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264672690514819794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6yjV-tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wNMBxXiuAlY/s400/kids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6n47ntI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vZupHwWIBLA/s1600-h/Brook1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264672687652576978" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6n47ntI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vZupHwWIBLA/s400/Brook1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6pEh79I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RvuHL9zZsus/s1600-h/Xandry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264672687969660882" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6pEh79I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RvuHL9zZsus/s400/Xandry1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6r1FbYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H1VCMvKG8O4/s1600-h/Dalton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264672688710184322" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6r1FbYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H1VCMvKG8O4/s400/Dalton1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for good friends who totally know what they are doing! My friend Shari Kurtz who is an excellent photographer came to our home on Thursday before we took off to Fallon and snapped some gorgeous pics of the kiddos for fall. God has blessed her with a great talent. Click on the link of "Our Friends" to see more of her work and of the kiddos. They are adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-547049919335328269?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/547049919335328269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=547049919335328269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/547049919335328269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/547049919335328269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/shari-d-photography-rocks.html' title='Shari D. Photography Rocks!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_f6yjV-tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wNMBxXiuAlY/s72-c/kids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-3659757450266969271</id><published>2008-11-03T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:41:20.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spooktacular Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aDmVbUqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jus7YIBMasU/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666244784280226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aDmVbUqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jus7YIBMasU/s200/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aDPCiwaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nIrZhBUGuYI/s1600-h/IMG_1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666238531060130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aDPCiwaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nIrZhBUGuYI/s200/IMG_1936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aCjf96QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QBNIYu9a-FA/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666226843314434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aCjf96QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QBNIYu9a-FA/s200/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aCunXUSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MRb09mkx0us/s1600-h/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666229827129634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aCunXUSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MRb09mkx0us/s200/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a Halloween! What made it so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; you may ask? Well . . . I didn't have to do anything. No buying candy, no passing it out, no putting on make-up, dragging the kiddos around, &lt;strong&gt;NO nothing!!&lt;/strong&gt; It was Halloween heaven thanks to my sisters and their friend Lauralee. I have to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kuddos&lt;/span&gt; to my momma-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seata&lt;/span&gt; too, who cooked. That in itself is a wonderful thing. It was truly a kick back and eat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; Halloween moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-3659757450266969271?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/3659757450266969271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=3659757450266969271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3659757450266969271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/3659757450266969271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/spooktacular-halloween.html' title='A Spooktacular Halloween!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQ_aDmVbUqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jus7YIBMasU/s72-c/IMG_1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-8483139846082981954</id><published>2008-10-24T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:51:19.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clogger</title><content type='html'>I just had to share some pictures and hopefully a video of Xandry and her Clogging. This was at the October fest here in Elko. She performed the Chicken dance. I have to say that she got her late movements from her father. We all know that I am always on beat. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQJ8ehrfwkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Z8609mJ7NEo/s200/IMG_1931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQJ8ecKHYII/AAAAAAAAADs/m_wq7nmnagA/s1600-h/IMG_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260904177118699650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQJ8ecKHYII/AAAAAAAAADs/m_wq7nmnagA/s200/IMG_1930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQJ8ePuq50I/AAAAAAAAADk/6h1zXPsDvOI/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260904173782361922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQJ8ePuq50I/AAAAAAAAADk/6h1zXPsDvOI/s200/IMG_1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the end of one of the most hectic times of my life . . . Parent Teacher Conferences! Yes, though you may think that I adore sitting in front of my students' parents, I do not. I am terrified and it is mentally exhausting. It is also hard to have my little ones screaming that I am not with them and they get out early from school. Oh how I wish I too could get out early. I do look forward to my steak sandwich at the Star during these days of course! I managed through the conferences and hopefully didn't make too many parents upset with what I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what makes this Friday so different from others? I have my whole family home and for the most part it has been very lazy and sickie. Dalton has had a 104^ temp, but still likes to smile for the camera. Xandry was thrilled that it was pajama day and that she doesn't have to change into anything for night time. BrookLynn is just a ham and loves that daddy is home from work. She likes to just chill and hang out with him. Tonight however, daddy was pooped beyond belief with his hectic schedule and took a snoozer during their hang time. We are all just enjoying watching TV, playing on the computer, and chilling tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-1023620257277752008?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1023620257277752008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1023620257277752008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1023620257277752008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1023620257277752008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/10/loving-lazy-friday-night.html' title='Loving the Lazy Friday Night!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SQJ8ehrfwkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Z8609mJ7NEo/s72-c/IMG_1931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-9008283681983137533</id><published>2008-10-14T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:34:02.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with me and computers?</title><content type='html'>Well, I tried to get on and update the background, music, and all that jazz on this blog and sure enough my computer starts acting funny and locking me out of changing the fonts.  So, you guys are stuck with the same font and picture format.  I think these computer things have it out for me!  I had worked so hard on some lesson plans over the weekend because I am to be observed this week.  Sure enough, do you think they were there on my Store and Go?  NNNOOOOO!!  I am telling you, Heavenly Father is telling me that no matter what, you shouldn't shop on Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-9008283681983137533?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/9008283681983137533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=9008283681983137533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/9008283681983137533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/9008283681983137533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-it-with-me-and-computers.html' title='What is it with me and computers?'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-7357798883475344056</id><published>2008-10-14T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:51:30.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SPVaoXrQ5ZI/AAAAAAAAADc/1004tkDRmdk/s1600-h/frustrated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SPVaoXrQ5ZI/AAAAAAAAADc/1004tkDRmdk/s200/frustrated.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257207789621667218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I haven't written in a while because I feel like I am going out of my mind.  Thus the added picture!  Hee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so the life as a single parent is definitely in full swing with Drew starting the busiest time with his EMS class every day throughout the month of October. He is there from 7:00 AM to 4:00 PM and then if he is on shift it is right to the firehouse ot back to class.  He has been great when he is home, but the poor guy is pooped beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things even more crazy I have already had 4 At Home America Shows.  (By the way, I was recognized as being a top selling party for my mother-in-law's party in September!) BUT, we have added clogging for Xandry.  Dalton is Cub Scouts and tutoring.  I am a running mess from 6:00 AM until 9:00 PM.  The life of a working and busy mom.  I know, I know, I will miss this one day when I have nothing to do but bug my children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't say that, we all love our momma's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be better though about keeping up with the Hritz's, Nisbits, and Welches!  Yes, you yous have way too much time on your hands.  Tee Hee and XOXO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-7357798883475344056?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/7357798883475344056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=7357798883475344056' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7357798883475344056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/7357798883475344056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaahhh.html' title='AAAHHH!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SPVaoXrQ5ZI/AAAAAAAAADc/1004tkDRmdk/s72-c/frustrated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-5287239830094460385</id><published>2008-09-15T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:27:24.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out for Women!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SM8Y_eCeXjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JJp4I4Rcboo/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SM8Y_eCeXjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JJp4I4Rcboo/s200/logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439569584184882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SM8Y_bp1EbI/AAAAAAAAADM/_oEEV6-fA-I/s1600-h/0logan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SM8Y_bp1EbI/AAAAAAAAADM/_oEEV6-fA-I/s200/0logan.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439568943944114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SM8Y_pUsWUI/AAAAAAAAADU/82nEiGPXVC8/s1600-h/mamma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SM8Y_pUsWUI/AAAAAAAAADU/82nEiGPXVC8/s200/mamma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439572613388610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful time was had refilling my soul with a great purpose to my life. I have gone on quite the soul search this year and broadened it with a trip with seven other wonderful women to Logan, UT where we attended Time Out for Women. Not only were we filled spiritually by attending a session of the Logan temple, but we were fed well in the belly with laughter and food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that were instilled on my heart was my purpose here on this Earth. I was reminded that we are only in this "life" because of the Lord. He isn't the Lord of gaps, but the Lord that wants to fill in our gaps with love, support, knowledge, and a way to return to our Father in Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness was a big portion of the seminar. Forgiveness of ourselves and of others. A great point that was given was this: When you have contention/issues with others and find it hard to forgive, then think in terms of Christ saying, "Then forgive me. For I am the one who has taken upon Me his sin." That got me! When we chose to hold that bitter, soul sucking, vindictive behavior of hate we are choosing to betray our elder brother Jesus Christ and all that he truly did for us on that cross. We are neglecting to really know the power and pain that He took upon his name for us. It humbled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the trip with a grand evening of Mamma Mia!! "Oh My, My, I just can't let you go!!" That has become one of my all time favorite movies ever. We rocked out to the sound track all the way home. Sad to say, it is still stuck in my head today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all those special friends that came along. You truly are my angels here on Earth helping me along the way. Thanks for the examples, the laughs, and the friendships!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8362319402254715991-5287239830094460385?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/5287239830094460385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=5287239830094460385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/5287239830094460385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/5287239830094460385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-out-for-women.html' title='Time Out for Women!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/SM8Y_eCeXjI/AAAAAAAAADE/JJp4I4Rcboo/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-2439600350490987735</id><published>2008-09-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:24:54.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Call Me The Fireman!</title><content type='html'>"They call me the fireman. That's my name. Running around all over town putting out old flames." Well, George Strait has part of it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandry has taken up calling Drew, "The Fireman" while my sister Linda was reminded of this song regarding Drew. He has been running all over town, but let's pray not putting out old flames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew finished his first week at the department and LOVES it! He hasn't complained yet. He loves the early morning make 'em sweat workouts, all the guys, and hasn't looked back at the tile place, not even once. He is in job heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first call is quite the funny story. It was to help an obese women who had fallen off the crapper. There was crap everywhere and they had to roll her on a tarp and lift her to her chair. You read it right! Kind of funny huh? But also very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are having a hay day with dad's new job. They love his clothes and can't wait to get on that firetruck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355564377832&amp;amp;site=widget-e8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355564377832&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p1/2954361355564377832/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355564377832&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p2/2954361355564377832/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355564377832&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p4/2954361355564377832/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-2439600350490987735?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2439600350490987735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=2439600350490987735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2439600350490987735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/2439600350490987735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-call-me-fireman.html' title='They Call Me The Fireman!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-1762452554436199630</id><published>2008-09-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:28:13.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Blessing!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, August 30th, I took out my endowments in the Bountiful Temple. What a wonderful, beautiful, and spiritual experience it was. I left with a feeling of utmost peace, and renewed faith in who I am and what I truly can achieve. I am so grateful! Not to say that some of it was a bit strange to me, but I will learn the meaning behind it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the temple I was supported by friends and family in which I am so thankful for. My mother, sister Linda, old roomie Stacy, as well as friends from Elko; Sheryl, Raegan, Suzanne, Amy, Becky, Melanie, and Kari were all there to help me along. what amazing women each of them are! The greatest support and cheerleader came from my hubby, Drew and my kiddos. As I walked out the love for each of them seemed to grow. I can't even express how blessed I am with one great man and some super kids (who are very spunky don't you mind). Hee Hee  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were done by Kari Bates.  Check out her photos at her blog.  You can find it in my friends' links.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355563863736&amp;amp;site=widget-b8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355563863736&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p1/2954361355563863736/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355563863736&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p2/2954361355563863736/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355563863736&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/p4/2954361355563863736/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8362319402254715991-1762452554436199630?l=dearrieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/feeds/1762452554436199630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8362319402254715991&amp;postID=1762452554436199630' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1762452554436199630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8362319402254715991/posts/default/1762452554436199630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearrieta.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-blessing.html' title='What a Blessing!'/><author><name>The de Arrieta's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03199953437807528027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAzbPjJJSYc/TLEvs6o-nvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qlcZjmm6C8o/S220/aspenfam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8362319402254715991.post-466523154790154658</id><published>2008-08-18T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:36:37.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School '08</title><content type='html'>What a day! Dalton and Xandry had their first day of school today and it didn't go without hitches. Xandry, my new littler kindergartner, did awesome! She went outside by herself, found her friends, and lined up all by herself. (Mom was hiding in the background, just watching) It took everything for me not just to cry at how big she has gotten. Dalton on the other hand, well . . . he was my drama king. It started in the morning because he felt that his sister got him sick. It was a big ruckus with him crying, but then pulling himself together for the big day. He managed the whole day nicely, but informed me that it was the worst day ever! According to him, he has many of those. He really did do well and was worried about his Spiderman backpack looking too little. He is in 2nd grade now after all. When did he grow up? 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